Chapter 73 Snowfall and a Drop in Temperature—Su Xiaoran Takes a Fall!

Upon seeing the gift from the Crimson Blossom zombie, Qiao Jia fell silent. This large handful of crystal cores—there must be at least a thousand of them, she estimated.

“This is for you,” she said.

Afterward, Qiao Jia moved the blind boxes from her waist pouch into the black backpack. She then gifted the waist pouch, adorned with that striking red flower, to the Crimson Blossom zombie.

The zombie was deeply pleased with her present; after all, every species and every individual has their own sense of beauty.

At the same time, Meng Batian sensed countless surges of formidable psychic power erupting throughout Yunluo City, all rapidly converging on their location.

“It’s good there are no patients; it means everyone’s healthy.” Zhang Hao smiled as he teased the spirit snake. Though he warned the snake not to sneak food, he himself playfully tempted it with a ginseng root.

I asked casually. Chen Shi was momentarily stunned, then he abruptly set aside his guitar, dropping it to the ground. He grasped my hands with both of his, his body leaning over toward me.

Yang Bufan’s mission before returning was to pick up a Chinese agent. That agent had been gathering intelligence on the Nether Warriors, but unfortunately the mission had failed, and the agent had not reached the rendezvous point.

As more and more people gathered outside Nanxi Village, Wu Fengfeng’s face took on an awkward expression.

Su Xinglei and Tian Peng stared at each other in a daze, their minds numb, unable to accept the reality. Was it really Holly and Rosie? The world had truly gone mad.

Tang Si, too, was startled when I suddenly spoke. She let go of me and stepped back, probably intending to leave. I said nothing, simply turning my back to her.

Shi Tou couldn’t help but burst out laughing—no matter how he looked at this tree spirit, it simply didn’t look like a “baby.”

Arcs of electricity continued to strike Longcheng Yue. Although they didn’t cause him any real harm, they were enough to interfere with him.

Lord Kaisto had long since positioned himself at the very front of Wat. Knowing his own survival depended on it, he wasted no time hiding behind the Rhodok soldiers, quickly turning and slipping into the ranks of the troops.

On her first day at the design firm, she reported to HR and then followed a colleague to the design department. The department manager even assigned an experienced veteran as her mentor.

After peacefully accepting Swadia’s Gruenwald Fortress, Count Leyland immediately prepared his own army to launch an assault on Agorlon Fortress.

He was simply waiting quietly for Wat to regain his composure, hoping to have a fair duel with Holt. After all, just a moment ago, Wat could have taken his life. For some reason—perhaps some mysterious force—he had stopped himself.

Leng Jichen was lost in thought when the door was suddenly flung open. He turned and saw a man in a white coat, accompanied by a young man in a police uniform.

His gaze swept lightly across the hall, lingering on no one in particular—except for a few men whose eyes shimmered with murderous intent.

Beyond shock, most people were desperate to know who the hero was who had rid them of this menace—who had slain the monster.

He didn’t mind her ignoring him, but what he couldn’t stand was her bantering with other men, especially Feng Burong.

Seeing the mummy puppet he had crafted with his own hands filled him with satisfaction—a sense of accomplishment.

“Darling, who could blame you for being so irresistible? I can’t stay away from you…” Gu Yuandi bit her again, and Feng Luan winced in pain from his bite.

“You say you haven’t been inside since you took over, but then how did all these things get here?” Zheng Jieming demanded.

The Pangu Barrier could block out power, but not sound. Lord Bicheng addressed Sun Wukong directly, separated by the barrier between them.

Suddenly, screams rang out behind them. Zheng Jieming turned to see that Carriage No. 1 had devolved into chaos at some point. Under the green lights, people were tearing into each other, and a red mist of blood filled the air. The people from Carriage No. 1 tried to flee to Carriage No. 2, but the same ones who had just been pounding on the door of Carriage No. 2 now guarded it with their lives, refusing to let them through.