For veteran employees like Tepeu and Ibuki Maya, the sights within the phlogiston sea were nothing more than familiar daily scenery, nothing worth marveling at. But for people like Orochimaru, Amado, and Inuzuka Akita, every view beyond the portholes was something they had once found unimaginable. The three of them never tired of this activity. Every day, they brought the laptops assigned to them to the bridge at scheduled times to observe and record, racking their brains. Back at the fence behind the mountain, Li Qianrao swiftly hung Xiong Dabao around her neck and had it cling tightly to her. Then, with lightning speed, she climbed to the very top in the blink of an eye, moving as nimbly as a hare—a truly astonishing sight.
"What? Why is it another little girl?" a strong, impatient voice said.
Immediately afterward, he felt a tremendous force seize his throat, nearly crushing his larynx.
This could be said to be Bingxin's final chance. No matter what the outcome would be, Bingxin had no other choice left and could only make one last desperate gamble.
Whenever they thought of Qin Mu's miserable state, foraging for wild vegetables and fruit in the forest just to fill his stomach, they felt pleased with themselves.
Over the recent period, Ye Hao had always vaguely felt that the Ten Thousand Saints Ghost Valley Chant might be on the verge of a breakthrough, but the feeling remained elusive. Therefore, Ye Hao had not paid it any special attention.
She did not cry. Perhaps she did not want to cry in front of Jin Cheng. Or perhaps she had already cried herself out, cried until she was exhausted; the sorrow remained, but the tears were gone.
The spit landed with perfect accuracy on Zhou Wei's face, bringing a flash of