Chapter 267: There Must Be a Zerg Stronghold

"Watch your step, everyone—something feels terribly wrong," Li Changan muttered, his brow furrowing.

Han Ruoxi closed her eyes, sensing the faint ripples of electric currents pulsing through the surrounding air.

"Captain, there are several Zerg lying in ambush about a hundred meters ahead.

They look like sentries."

"Sentries?" Li Changan mused for a moment. "It seems we are closing in on our target; there must be a Zerg stronghold here.

Keep absolute silence, all of you. I'm going ahead to scout."

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She merely assumed that Chen Jinghao was acting out of sheer embarrassment, feigning absolute ignorance regarding the matter of the perfume.

"By your command, sir! Just you watch," Xu Qing said, his eyes instantly lighting up at the mention of selecting materials. He knew he would need a vast amount of stone to master jade carving in the future, and this was the perfect opportunity to hoard some fine pieces.

"You are quite right," Chen Feng said. "Indeed, it is exactly as you say. I do have my own designs." As he spoke, a sinister smile crept across his face, sending an icy chill down everyone's spine.

Fortunately, heaven had blessed her with a brilliant mind, and her luck had not been entirely unkind. She had managed to carve out her own domain within this sprawling clan, securing a seat at the family banquet far higher than her father ever had. She took immense pride in her hard-won triumphs and cherished her current station deeply.

"Oh, and Princess Taiping asked me to pass along a message. She is no longer angry with you, and she is waiting for you to visit her." Watching Xue Shao rise to leave, Xue Li could not help but call out to his retreating figure.

Even if they had all been utterly captivated by this spectacular performance, why were the expressions on their faces so uniformly wooden and blank?

Suddenly, they heard Luo Chen, who was lying upon the bed, call out Zhuo Xiaoxiao's name. She turned swiftly to look at him, her eyes brimming with a poignant reluctance and a deep, profound love.

Half a year had slipped away, and in her desperate bid to hide from Chen Chen and the others, she had scarcely set foot outside Wu Heng's villa.

Yet, in the wake of this sudden turn of events, she found herself completely at a loss as to how she could proceed with the wedding alongside Zhuo Anran.

Xiao Jun stepped out of the palanquin and reached back to assist Mengxi, but Zhiqiu had already hurried forward to offer her a steadying hand.

It was a collision on the grand scale of Quasi-Emperors, causing the starry heavens to tremble in an instant as celestial light surged like a boundless ocean. Yet, Planet Feixian remained entirely unscathed; after all, this was a domain nurtured by the scions of Kunlun for millions of years, and short of a true Emperor launching a personal assault, it remained absolutely impregnable.

If things were truly reckoned by Shen Yi's calculations, Old Man Yang would not only suffer no loss at all, but would actually turn a handsome profit.

Iruka let out a soft sigh. Sasuke was a fully matured genius whose natural talent and relentless effort placed him miles ahead of the rest. Tempered by a singular upbringing and guided by his own tutelage, it was impossible for any peer to surpass him; after all, the boy possessed virtually no weaknesses.

Ren Qiang was a deeply devoted son; he allowed no one else to assist with the medicine, cradling his elderly father’s head upon his own lap. Careless of the stains on his own clothes, he gently blew on the broth to cool it, feeding his father one careful spoonful at a time.

The implication behind Yuri's long discourse was clear: trouble was brewing in this star sector, and he hoped to invite the two of them back to his homeland.

Under the shield of his master and fellow disciples, the eldest brother had fled the Shaolin Temple bearing the sacred legacy entrusted to him by their master, vanishing without a trace.

This surely implied that a catastrophic upheaval had transpired during the transition from summer to autumn when Wu Danggui was twelve years old.

The man's countenance was utterly grotesque to behold, bearing no resemblance to a living human face, looking instead like a rotting corpse.

Muma's presence and thoughts remained intertwined with Gu Xi's at all times, save for those few days of deep epiphany; throughout the subsequent period of consolidation, they stayed in constant communion as she sought guidance.

"Why didn't Sasuke just subdue Naruto right from the very beginning?" Quanmei asked, her mind clouded with doubt.