Chapter 1178: I Am Lu Yang

Originally, Yang Kongdong had painstakingly mended his shattered soul, yet the moment Leng Ningxiang's voice drifted to his ears, every trace of his joy vanished into nothingness.

On that fateful day, Leng Ningxiang had been the first to strike, aiming directly for his neck, her voice coiling around his ears in just the same sudden manner.

He had dodged just in time, saving his head, but allowing Leng Ningxiang to sever his left arm.

Before he could even demand an answer, the rest of his harem materialized one after another, tearing his body to pieces.

"Where are you!"

In truth, the construction of the broodmother was proceeding swimmingly; within two short months, a mountain-like fortress of flesh and blood had taken deep root within the primordial ruins.

Before the old man could utter a word, the old woman cut in, snapped, "What do you care who he is! Cut the chatter and just tell us, did this happen or not?" With that, she reached out and snatched the phone away.

Countless consciousnesses resided within the ancient abomination, for every creature it devoured became part of its collective pan-consciousness of malice; yet, there would always be one supreme entity among them, a product of a long, internal slaughter where the pan-consciousness would slowly swallow and fuse over time, eventually birthing a single, sovereign mind.

A match made in heaven, my foot! The old codger's shamelessness was utterly unparalleled; Li Fengyun felt a sudden urge to spit blood, leaving him no choice but to cast a pleading look toward Wang Jiu.

Luo Lie pocketed the photographs, stuffed the stack of banknotes back into the shopkeeper’s hands, and then led Conley out of the studio, where they boarded the vehicle and sped away.

Delight instantly washed over the faces of the Yao brothers, who kowtowed repeatedly before fleeing in utter panic, terrified that Qin Ming might alter his mind.

The Demon Emperor was bound by Qin Ming’s Grand Puppet Technique; should Qin Ming perish, he too would inevitably fall into ruin alongside him.

Yet when these five elements coalesced, they formed the inevitable catalyst for Chen Feng's assassination, prompting those seasoned veterans to strike without a shred of hesitation.

With such a mass of the Qi of Creation, though he could not reincarnate like a celestial official, it was more than enough to sustain Qin Ming at his absolute zenith, allowing him to endure three to five fatal blows with ease.

As the laughter echoed, a surging, oppressive pressure rushed over them, causing even Wang Jiu to knit his brows and raise his white sword.

"Let us wait and see," Mu Yang murmured in his characteristically tender voice, instantly thawing the icy tension that hung over the group.

Could it be that it had clamped onto Li Yi's vital point to hold him hostage? Yet it appeared to be only his arm, which clearly offered no leverage at all.

"The court is inundated with affairs, and it is precisely when you are needed most; why waste half a day coming out to search for us?" It was Mo Chen who spoke, seemingly disappointed by Liu Rufeng's reckless actions, though a quiet sigh of relief settled in his heart.

"Haha! Father is off to tend to business! Are you two alright now?" Fan Tong asked with a booming laugh, turning to the silent pair of brothers.

"Present." A black cat darted in from the outside; the Nightmare, which had previously taken the form of a crow, transformed into a black cat upon entering this domain.

Stripped of the title 'Member of the Love-Burial Family of the Yanhuang Nation and Director of the Time-Travel Management Station,' what good end could possibly await him?

Li Yao'er glared at him, murmuring in dissatisfaction, "Look at that pathetic expression of yours." She stretched her limbs, outlining the graceful contours of her lithe silhouette, reminiscent of a green lotus in March—elegant yet tinged with a delicate innocence.

"You bastard!" Chao Xixi had just resigned herself to the situation, only to find it was all a farce, leaving her so utterly embarrassed that she could only vent all her fury upon him.

, yet the flirtatious banter between Senior Sister Chengmei and Senior Brother Chengyun had fallen clearly upon their ears; Senior Brother Chengyun had even promised that once the matter concluded and they returned to the capital, he would seek out Chengmei.

Danbai sat behind Zhang Cheng, her back resting against the wall, stretching out her legs to press them against his back, bringing him such a wave of blissful comfort that he immediately used the excuse of a bathroom break in the game, leaning over the table to lose himself in the sensation.

The man remained quiet, his eyes lowered as he scanned the three-hundred-square-meter boutique, noting the five fitting rooms; he inspected them one by one, both inside and out, finding no cameras. This meant that checking the security room on this floor would be entirely useless.