Chapter 1140: The Female Ghost in the Shadow Recording Orb

"Could there be such a thing?" Lu Yang took the shadow-recording sphere, finding it rather intriguing.

"When I went to the black market, I heard about this kind of shadow-recording sphere, so I bought one." As the Qiongqi clan was a leading player in the shadow-recording sphere industry, Jin Caiwei was intensely interested in any variations of them.

"Is it true that every female ghost who sees the shadow-recording sphere meets with misfortune?" Qing He closed her book and walked over.

"It sounds like a curse technique that can lower one's luck for a period of time," Qing He remarked, her knowledge of curses—

"Suisui, you go ahead and wash first," Qi Feng said, turning his back to Tian Suisui in embarrassment.

In truth, she desperately wanted to confirm with He Sibai right now whether he liked her; sitting hand-in-hand like this surely meant their relationship was official, didn't it?

This situation was clearly different from when one pried into the heavenly dao; according to the sect's records, that process was not nearly this painful, and the knowledge received should be normal information, not these perilous, chaotic codes.

"Archers! Fire!" Qing Lan commanded, looking at those bloodthirsty foreign beasts still wreaking havoc upon the city walls.

That final promise to live and die together caused the brothers' emotions to spiral completely out of control; Zhang Tianyi had never spoken such words before, which showed just how harrowing this impending battle truly was.

Unlike Liu Wei, Liu Zheng was a slightly plump man with a crew cut and black-rimmed glasses, appearing ordinary, humble, and entirely at peace with the world.

"We are here to find Brother Meng; his name is Meng Ran." The speaker was the man dressed in clean, sharp black clothing, his face completely devoid of the exhaustion typical of people in the apocalypse.

Meanwhile, Xiang Dong’s clearing operations in the southern region of the Donglai Kingdom were progressing smoothly. The foreign tribes in the south fled northward one after another, either retreating into the Daxiguan Pass or entering Jinyang. With this, the foreign tribes' presence in the Donglai Kingdom was reduced to only the Daxiguan Pass and Jinyang City.

"How could that be? Just look at whose son he is," Father He said, looking down as he boasted in a low-profile manner.

Tai Fengyi pulled up a stool to sit opposite Wang Boyuan, then briefly explained the matter regarding the God's Slaughter.

Qin Zong turned his head to look back; the true form of the Dream Demon, the man in the black trench coat and golden headband, had already vanished.

Liu Yi was confident that if he were at his peak condition, he would absolutely have no fear facing the combined strike of Yu Huatian and that mysterious Elder of the Divine Monarch Realm.

At this moment, watching Qin Ruyu sway to the rhythm of the music, Ye Chen suddenly let out a faint, melancholy sigh.

Wang Yanyu felt a bit nervous; truth be told, the background and strength of the opponent's backer caused her no small amount of anxiety.

As they kissed, Zhang Chao's hands grew restless, beginning to wander wildly over Mengmeng's body like a pair of slithering snakes.

He saw Luoyu Tingfeng standing on a basketball court, which was dotted with many white markings, each labeled with a number; Su Chen scanned it and found that these numbers ranged between 1 and 50, arranged in no discernible pattern.

This was precisely the foundation that gave Fan Dengyue the confidence to challenge the various factions; moreover, the Flame Alliance had only just achieved a grand victory to claim mastery over Kun Island, and the resources from the three factions like the Lion King Sect had not yet been integrated.

"Who knows? Just because it appeared doesn't mean I know it! Look, the moment I started talking to you, I forgot it all now..." Qin Zong scratched his head, smiling awkwardly.

No one could have anticipated that the heaven-shaking death trap of the Four Seasons Flora Clan had been meticulously laid out upon this seemingly ordinary wicker chair.

He worried that the old monk remained unaware of the insidious cunning of those two, and might truly be deceived by the Ghost Gate Master and his cohort.

Everyone hurriedly gestured with their eyes toward Liu Changlong and Chen Yuanyuan, hoping they could intercede with a few good words. Liu Changlong understood as well; those present were all prominent figures in Yuming City, and he did not wish for Jiang Huaiand to offend them.

"Old Li, pick up the phone for me," a young police officer shouted to the veteran officer from the main entrance.