Chapter 121: The Assassin

A pocket dimension!

Beneath the sword-grass, Luo Hao suppressed his aura to the extreme, becoming as silent and inconspicuous as a grain of sand, before cautiously slipping out of the Hook Serpent’s sensory range. As an ancient relic species and the descendant of two great divine beasts, the Hook Serpent’s power was beyond question; even a master of the Tiangang Realm would find it difficult to defeat.

"Hoo!"

Even after putting several thousand meters between himself and the beast, Luo Hao’s forehead remained slick with cold sweat. The savage and tyrannical aura of the Hook Serpent had kept his nerves taut every single second. Once he had completely cleared the creature's territory, he began to advance with careful steps. As he moved forward, he discovered that he was in a vast pocket dimension, somewhat reminiscent of blood...

Luo Ping smiled slightly. This time, he did not engage in a "war of words" with Huang Shan but instead accepted the task of leading the assault directly.

"I know you, you’re very unwilling to accept this, right? Although I don’t know what happened between you and Meng Xiao, I know it was him who ruined you, didn’t I? Now, I can help you. Heaven is fair; for every gain, there is a loss—it is only a matter of time," Tie Muyun said with a smile.

Ouyang Xiu, that old fox, knew very well when he could afford to burn bridges and when he absolutely could not.

Seeing that Hua An was still weak but that his eyes were clear, revealing a sense of firmness and resolve, Li Yu felt his efforts had not been in vain. He quickly helped him up and offered soothing words, telling him not to stand on ceremony since he had just recovered and his body was still frail, and that he needed plenty of rest.

Tang Daoxi said viciously, "A hero? No matter how great a hero one is, when driven to a dead end, one will find no place to be buried." With that, he turned and walked away.

"Swoosh." The figure vanished, dissolving into a wisp of blue smoke. Along with it, the mysterious space disappeared as well.

"Chen Feng, what are you hiding here for?" A voice suddenly came from behind. Chen Feng was startled, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Turning around, he saw Tie Muyun looking at him with a smile.

For Brother Bao, this counterattack was a desperate gamble; not only was all his strength concentrated in his fist, but his center of gravity was also completely lost.

"Auntie, since Boss Zheng has the heart, just take it. He has plenty of money anyway." Pei Donglai smiled as he took the check from Zheng Jinshan’s hand and stuffed it directly into the landlady’s palm.

Mo Bai paused slightly. "Heh, is that so?" Something flickered in his eyes; he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but remained silent.

Thank you for letting me fall in love with you. Thank you for the fact that even after three years, I can still love you as I did before. Even though I don’t know if you ever truly liked me, thank you still, because falling for you made my life complete.

He was a young man in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back with pomade, looking as if he had stepped out of a medieval prince’s court.

Suddenly, both their eyes lit up as they saw a person wearing a large straw hat, dozing off while sitting at a dilapidated table.

Shen Yang was quite surprised. He stood stunned for a long time before choosing to accept; in an instant, a roar echoed in his mind, and streams of information poured into his brain.

Xia He felt fortunate. This change in the laws happened just after he had finished dealing with the secondary colleges. If it had happened before that, it would have been extremely difficult for him to handle those institutions.

Mother Zhang’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Her lips, which usually curved into a suppressed smile, now drooped in sheer disbelief. "No, no... how could I be so dim-sighted at only forty-six?" Mother Zhang shook her head, her elaborate, noble bun swaying.

After Xiujue finished speaking, he watched as the ancestor’s brow furrowed even deeper, and his heart grew anxious and uneasy. What he could not understand was that the ancestors of the four great clans had all attained the rank of Ancient God by stealing the power of faith. Even if the Father God was powerful, he was still just an Ancient God. In terms of sheer numbers, they should have been enough to make the Father God feel a sense of dread.

She wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to be too overt. At this moment, she had such a strong urge to let Luo Qinghan know this news.

The "Yang Yang Group" didn't even have a single IT professional; finding two people to fix computers was easy, but finding experts was very difficult.

Hearing it described this way, leprosy remained a terrifying and incurable infectious disease in this era. It was no wonder the patients had to be wrapped so tightly from head to toe.