Chapter 125: You Stink

Shen Liangyan snatched the glass from her hand, filled it with water, and left.

The door curtain lifted, then fell back into place.

Xu Yu felt the cool breeze strike her face like a slap.

The Sanya Music Festival was famous far and wide.

Three years earlier, Sheng Han’s schedule had included a trip to Sanya at the end of the year to film an event, but it had never come to pass.

Before coming, she had deliberately searched for information about the festival’s activities: ...

Am I buried beneath a pile of snow? He tried to open his eyes, but everything outside was pitch-black. It turned out that his Thunderbolt Lock Formation had not yet been undone.

After half a day without any movement, Liu Hanyan had no idea what she intended to do and asked, “Sister Li, do you like playing in the water?” Before she had even finished speaking, there was suddenly a loud splash, and an object more than a person’s length leaped out of the water.

She ran downstairs in a panic. The long staircase made her feel as though an eternity had passed. Dim light filled the stairwell. Suddenly, she felt herself step on something sticky. She bent down and lightly touched the floor with one finger, and a powerful stench of blood rushed into her nose.

In his panic, he flailed wildly with his left hand and unexpectedly seized Tong Niu’er by the ankle of his right foot. Caught off guard, Tong Niu’er was pulled down onto the floorboards and slid downward along with him.

The problem with Ma Mengmeng had been resolved. Next came the problem with Chu Yunnuan—an issue far more troublesome than Ma Mengmeng’s.

After following their new companions to the location of the vanguard, Captain Yunyang lowered his head and prepared to explain himself to the commander, who had already spotted them and was glaring furiously.

What exactly was causing the spiritual energy output to become sluggish? Why had I not noticed it? Was their cultivation too weak, or were they simply unfamiliar with the path of cultivation? Tang Feng pondered for a long time, but could never find the answer.

Chu Lian let out a sigh. She had always aspired to be a comfortable parasite, yet for some reason, at this moment, she found herself strangely worried.

The only place that could not be called clean was where the Reincarnation Stone radiated its gloomy, eerie light. Even the computer screen had been shattered.

Tong Niu’er was startled at first. But in an instant, he understood that at the old man’s age, he had long since seen through the coldness of the world. If no wicked deed needed doing, who would be willing to pay him so much silver?

“I’ll call Su Zihang and have him come here for dinner.” Yu Anran took out her phone, walked onto the balcony, and called Su Zihang.

This was especially true before she crossed into this world. Her father had remained an ordinary civil servant until retirement, never even managing to attain deputy-section-chief treatment, while those who had entered government service alongside him—despite being less educated than he was—had risen to positions at the deputy-division level or even the full-division level.

Kawaguchi Yoshikatsu made his first effective save of the match, throwing himself to the ground on reflex and blocking the shot with his foot.

“An absolute ballet prodigy. I plan to send her to Russia to study. One day, she will astonish the world,” Inuyama He said with a smile.

It had been living perfectly well as the king of Tiger Mountain, occasionally fighting with the wolf king next door and enjoying a carefree life.

The conversation between Yu Dabao and Yu Anwan abruptly came to a halt, as though nothing had happened at all.

But unlike other spirit beasts, each stage of their evolution required enormous amounts of spiritual materials and time.

Murong Hao leaped to the side and somersaulted to evade his attack. Dropping to one knee, he spun around and swept his long spear toward Xuanyi, who, having missed Murong Hao, was now facing downward with his sword pointed at the ground.

Wen Jin had sought out Yu Anwan, yet she had not even been willing to acknowledge him. Under such circumstances, if Yu Anwan took the initiative to seek out Wen Jin, one could easily imagine how it would end.

“I didn’t hit her or curse at her. I only spoke a little harshly. Don’t let her turn you against me. Otherwise, one day she’ll come crying to you, sobbing that I bullied her.” She had seen that sort of performance too many times from Mo Zili.

The man in the middle had a beard and hair as white as snow and an imposing bearing, yet his clothes were tattered. Though seated, he still gave off the impression of a man as magnificent and immovable as a mountain. He was presumably Ouyang Xiyi, the “Recluse of Yellow Mountain,” a contemporary of Ning Daoqi.