Volume 1 Chapter 45: Do I Still Have to Thank You?

Wu Sui always gets drunk whenever he drinks, and that proved to be entirely true.

However, although Wu Sui tended to lose his inhibitions somewhat after drinking, he was not quite like a mad dog.

Shen Ji originally intended for Wu Sui to rest right there at the estate, but the inebriated Wu Sui loudly insisted on going to find Xu Qizheng, even babbling about cutting off Xu Qizheng's donkey-like tongue to go with his wine.

"I am quite optimistic about this new venture, but there are also hidden concerns." Speaking up to this point, Chu Jing furrowed his brow slightly.

The Supreme Ancestor's severed sword and the White Emperor's nether corpse actually originated from folk tales, unofficial historical anomalies, and biographical commentaries.

Zeng Yan said with a chuckle, attempting to use the economic disparity in the eyes of adults to bring Ding Ning back to her senses.

Under the continuous nourishment of the two figures' profound energy, the hard wall plaster peeled off bit by bit, revealing its true appearance beneath.

Taking a deep breath, I struggled to stand up, mustered all my strength, rushed toward the figure in gray, and casually snatched the silver spear from its grasp.

—When she bought the Continental, she disliked the lack of durability of a soft top, so she did not choose the convertible model. However, since she already owned a Continental, when she subsequently bought the R8, she specifically chose the retractable soft-top convertible version.

After acquiring the trials of the God of Evil and Chaos, he pondered all the way back to Heaven Dou City, wondering whether or not he should complete the second divine trial.

Little Nan silently counted on her fingers and realized that all the recent scoldings she had received were related to Le Shu.

"Zhuqing, is Gu Ye really still not awake?" Ning Rongrong came over to Zhu Zhuqing's side and pressed on.

It was hard to tell whether Shen Luqi and the others had acted too convincingly, or if they had simply been blinded by the supreme treasure about to fall into their hands.

Xiao Mengyu slammed her hand down angrily on the tabletop, rendering all her meticulous planning completely meaningless.

"Beast!" He gritted his teeth in fury, and a sharp pain shot across his lips. Only then did he realize that he had unconsciously bitten his lips until they broke.

On the other front, Chu Minghui's progress was remarkable. He was now able to spar evenly with Wu Feng. The two of them practiced against each other every Wednesday afternoon, with only Huzi and Gouzi allowed to watch. Both of them deliberately avoided others, and Wu Feng had sternly warned Huzi and Gouzi never to speak of it to outsiders.

Thus concluded a jungle dinner of vastly contrasting styles, after which everyone found a spot to lean against or lie down to rest, intending to recover their strength in preparation for the various troubles awaiting them the next day.

"Clang!" The pitch-black carbon steel katana emitted a crisp snapping sound, only to miraculously mend itself once more, just like the wounds on the body of its wielder.

The silver needles slowly detached from the resentment puppet, which then flew back before Fang Tianfeng. Meanwhile, President Shang's combined luck and smoky aura remained intertwined, and it would take at least three days for them to separate.

A cold, fierce gleam flashed through Chen Chen's eyes as his mental and willpower surged forth even more torrentially, concentrating entirely on the combined wing blades. Under the burst of brilliant light, the three-meter-long weapon seemingly expanded instantly to several dozen meters in length.

"Roqin is already eighteen. According to the kingdom's customs and laws, he has reached adulthood and can ascend to the throne of the king!" Pausing at this point, Roline's words stopped, his eyes gazing forward with an inquiring look.

Because the power of deities could basically be considered the highest form of energy utilization, operating on an extraordinarily high tier of energy, attacks utilizing lower-grade energy were utterly incapable of breaching the protective barriers set up by gods. Even if such attacks could cause the slightest superficial damage, they were completely powerless to destroy a deity's defense.

"Hehe, Boss, look at his expression; he probably wasn't satisfied with the makeup test. Come on, Boss, you can do it, win him over!" Zhao Lin whispered. Seeing the assistant who had just escorted the man out returning, she immediately shut her mouth and straightened her posture.

Fortunately, back at the Supreme Mystic Sect, he had not harbored thoughts of burning bridges with Saint Lord Hengting and Shifeng to fight to the bitter end.

Yet today, those who had once lost all hope and plunged into utter despair finally saw a goal and a glimmer of hope once again, and their inner emotions were naturally difficult to control.