Chapter 110: The Other Shore Flower of the Underworld

Eastern Island’s dark arts? Chen Yang revealed a knowing smile. “This thing is actually quite interesting!”

He glanced at the demon blade beside him. “If you’re scared, then stay back for now. Once I deal with this, you can come out.”

“Yes, master!”

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They arrived at the living room. The two ate some fruit and rested briefly. Seeing the time was right, they each returned to their rooms and entered the game.

Each word struck deeply into Li Ming’s heart, like a steady drumbeat of encouragement from an unexpected quarter.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the room fell silent. The midwife immediately sensed something was amiss. She dared not meddle in the affairs of the manor, her expression turning somewhat grim.

“Three minutes are up.” After the time had passed, Hulk spoke coldly and unfeelingly, “It seems they refuse to report voluntarily. I will have to find them myself.” His tone was resolute, without hesitation or doubt.

Soul Keeper walked across the shattered fragments of space with an eerie rhythm. Now exuding overwhelming power, his eyes shone with the divine light of death as he fixed his gaze on the Bull-Headed Beast King standing imposing between heaven and earth, his voice icy and unyielding.

The few from the sanctuary wore the look of warriors embarking on a one-way journey. After Tang Weiwei took back the white cat, the group of seven headed toward the place where the results would be announced.

It must be known that Du Yuan had participated twice in the death games—competitions notorious for their high fatality rates. This father and son pair were truly monsters. Yet it was precisely this that forged their tremendous strength.

Weiwei cast them a disdainful glance, utterly indifferent to their spiritual pressure. Even if they used their skills, she believed neither could break through her defenses.

Deadpool, this twisted lunatic, could be crushed into a pulp, yet his entire flattened body would regenerate and heal within ten seconds.

Han Yingxue considered for a moment. It would be a shame to pass up such a generous offer, especially that large pearl. “Since your sincerity is so great, it would be rude of me not to accept,” Han Yingxue said with a slight smile.

The main reason was that when she called Gao Wanjing yesterday, she could tell Wanjing was reluctant to come.

“Hmph, have you forgotten what you did yesterday? Do you think Mr. Hei will let you off?” Zheng Rujing snorted coldly.

Luo Wanxin tightly embraced the dazed Yun Yiyi, excitedly kissing her on the cheek without regard for propriety.

Yun Zichen knew that whenever he mentioned his mother’s hometown, she always refused.

“Curiosity killed the cat!” Bai Fengjiao was already growing annoyed with Lotus Fairy’s antics. She put down her plate and wiped her hands and mouth with a square cloth resembling a modern napkin.

Ye Qingluo narrowed her enchanting eyes. Just by scanning the expressions of the gathered villagers, she could roughly discern their thoughts.

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