Chapter Thirty-Six: I Wasn’t Like This When I Was Little Either

An'an’s free hand couldn't help but reach forward, clawing at the air. Her eyes were filled with longing, followed by the disappointment of being deceived.

Shen Xinnuo looked at An'an’s expression, then back at the soda in her own hand, and gave a cheeky grin. "Little sister, you’re still too young for this kind of stuff. Just taking a sip to taste it is enough; you can’t have any more than that~"

Shen Xinnuo spoke with the air of someone who had been there before, offering her experience to An'an with earnest concern—after all, previously...

At that moment, a golden dragon roared within Lin Han’s mind, instantly dispelling the chilling cold.

Ruan Su was probably trying to tell her back then that if she wanted to come to X, she could offer her a discount? That must have been it, right?

The immense force caused Lin Sha’s expression to change drastically. As his body was sent flying through the air, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But before he had struck it rich with the system, his father had never once revealed or complained to him about the hardships of life.

Qin Yueming took out the Bagua diagram he had previously drawn from his backpack. He Xiaoyun watched this action from the side, feeling deeply puzzled, but there was no other way now; she had no choice but to trust Qin Yueming.

Eli suddenly realized a problem: if everyone had been attacked by this divine grace of Yali and the flesh detached from it, when did the attack happen? While they were sleeping at night? Then why was he fine?

Tyrion smiled and nodded, looking quite pleased, without a hint of reluctance, as if Lin had not seized the Vale from his hands at all.

The question he had originally wanted to ask no longer seemed important. In fact, it didn't seem like much of a question at all, because as things stood, no matter what he decided, Galatea would surely agree.

One must know that the two primordial energies contain infinite power. By the time the world evolved from the primordial era to the ancient era, they would have essentially dissipated completely. Even the great powers in the world of Journey to the West rarely possessed these two primordial energies.

Han Chen let go, but the few water ghosts clung to him relentlessly. In the crisis, Han Chen performed a shoulder throw, sending two water ghosts crashing and flying away. He delivered a powerful kick to the last one, and using that momentum, he vaulted onto the side of the wooden boat.

Who didn't know that the Saint Lord of Wu'an, Mo Zhongming, was a god who killed without blinking, his methods far more ruthless than those of Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li and his son? To fall into his hands would mean a silent death, wouldn't it?

At the same time, he wondered if the Zhao family knew that he had killed Zhao Tianxing and that, after entering the tomb, he had wiped out all the teams they had sent.

We all rose and walked out of the e-sports arena. It was worth it to see these two peak teams clash this afternoon, and we could even ponder a thing or two from it.

Di Jing’s energy faded rapidly, and his imposing figure gradually withered. He stumbled forward a few steps, his knees buckling until he suddenly knelt down, his golden crown rolling away as he fell.

Seeing Wu Di spouting such narcissistic nonsense just to coax Bai Ningshuang into a good mood, Liu Yan, who was standing by, couldn't help but laugh.

"Lord Wang, thank you." Shen Ci hesitated after much thought. Even though she felt the current atmosphere wasn't quite appropriate, she still couldn't help but say it. She was truly grateful. From the time they met until now, in just a few short months, she had come to regard him as a close friend, as comforting as family.

It was clearly impossible for Mingyue to turn the tide; defeat was only a matter of time. Therefore, the beastmen felt there was no need to intervene, but with Yari Sha’s shout, it wasn't easy for them to just sit by and watch anymore.

A golden light flashed and instantly fell upon the two of them. A strange scene unfolded: Dai Huabin’s right arm began to vanish as if melting like snow, while Zhu Lu’s missing right arm began to slowly regrow. Her body also trembled slightly.

"It seems I must get serious." The Death Douluo’s seventh soul ring shone, and her body transformed into a ray of blood-red light, merging into the humanoid light figure with twelve pairs of wings behind her. Then, the figure expanded violently, releasing rings of crimson radiance that caused the surrounding ground to shatter instantly from the terrifying power.