Chapter 81: It's Over for You—Long Aotian's Wild Fantasies

"Damn—"
Isn't this a threat? It's definitely a threat, right?!
A lackey behind Long Tianyu couldn't stand it any longer and immediately wanted to rush forward and beat up Shan Ze.
"Shut up."
Long Tianyu's eyes were fierce as he turned and barked harshly.
"I'm sorry, Brother Long."
The underling was frightened by Long Tianyu's glare and muttered apologetically.
"Doesn't this remind you of your own behavior before?"
Qi Bai held a bottle of beer in his hand.
Mo Shuisheng watched the farce coldly, and as Mo Zixuan sat down, he raised his voice to drown out the lingering chatter.
Yin Xiaoche lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down, only to see his foster brother Han Chang'en clinging to a carriage, refusing to let go.
Gu Yunjin had tested Guo Ping's loyalty many times; she no longer had any doubts, and so she spoke frankly to him.
She Le picked up the first piece of clothing. "Whose is this?"
Ma Yi raised her hand to indicate it was hers.
Heisenberg and Clark needed no elaboration; Kryptonian stomachs could dissolve steel in an instant.
The two watched as the grandmother's chest rose and fell ever more shallowly, the bruises on her face fading considerably.

The customer reacted fiercely to this behavior, and within a few words, brought up the police station again.
Fortunately, thanks to the emperor's covert protection, Chen Xi lived in peace and successfully gave birth to a prince. As per custom, only after the birth was Chen Xi granted the rank of concubine.
Mo Wen ignored his banter, watching as he rambled on about everything and nothing, yet refused to say anything meaningful.
"The Möbius space belt surrounding the Divine Kingdom can be infinitely expanded, provided there's enough energy."
Lin Ziyuan distributed the confiscated guns among the group—a total of one hundred thirty-seven people, forty-three rifles. Still too few! But nothing could be done about it.
"Do you think you feel anything for him besides admiration?" Liu Renna asked as she sipped her orange juice.
The butterfly, too, vaguely heard wolves howling. Whether it was fear or something else, it seemed to hear the sound of wolves.
Perhaps because Wu Heng had called out her name so urgently, Su Youyou didn't argue with him further, but curtly interrupted his feeble explanation.
Thinking thus, Lin Qi absorbed the Breath of the Red Lotus once more. His vast cultivation gathered anew, and this time, Lin Qi formed seals with his hands and chanted aloud.
"We need to finish this quickly."
The Firebird suddenly flapped its wings hard, sending a blast of hot wind forward. Woodgrain braced himself with all his strength, nearly knocked to the ground.
"You flatter me, Your Grace. To follow the young lord is Morning Wind's good fortune," Gu Chenfeng replied politely.
They killed the weak, killed their own kind—whenever they encountered someone they deemed inferior, they would strike without hesitation, until the opponent was defeated.
Qing Xuanzi kept his composure, watching to see what would happen next. As a Daoist here, he thought, how dare they make trouble in front of me—such audacity!
She didn't directly ask him to keep her secret, but merely spoke of wanting to contribute modestly to the war effort. How could he refuse such a reason?
Zhan Jiangming, the villain, and the equally detestable Liu Ping were undoubtedly the most seriously injured; others fared somewhat better.

However, with the current strength of AiPai in Tiger Fang Star Show, many investors sought them out.
"The Leader was able to slay those two Demonhorn Kings only by borrowing the power of the Human Realm to unleash the Sword of Annihilation. Once outside the Human Realm, this move can't be used. If they face the Demonhorn Kings then, victory is far from certain!" The elders of the major factions sighed.
Xiang Kun turned his head to look—the nightclub belonged to the Black Tiger Gang, wholly acquired by them. In the whole Heaven on Earth, only his third-floor private room had a window, a mark of his status.
At this moment, the rhythm of the livestream chat had mostly been muted, so all that remained were voices of praise.
With the Emperor's special effects activated, Feng Ruomeng's livestream quickly drew in crowds of viewers.
"Our lord had already planned ahead, so there's no need to say more. In short, Dark Iron Ox stands by one principle: wherever the lord leads, I'm the first to charge!" Sima Zhantian declared passionately.
Right now, the Mischievous Lord felt uncomfortable, looking at the two million across from him, feeling overwhelmed.
At the eighth grade, the supreme golden body is forged, bones become truly extraordinary and transcendental. Each eighth-grade true immortal's bones become distinct from ordinary humans, especially after the ninefold forging—they become completely golden. From then on, their descendants are born different, inheriting this honor.
Without objective constraints or proper guidance, source energy users are easily led astray, and many become lost in their own power.
After the press conference, the media hurried back to their companies to publish the big news. The mayor of New York returned to the Development Committee to continue official business. With the official launch of the Stanton project, much work awaited.
"Because China has always been a country where tea is the main beverage, their centuries-old tea-drinking habits are difficult for us to change in a short time. This means our investment will take a long time to see returns."
"When Lin Qing returns, check her pulse—see if it's the pulse of pregnancy," Shen Yuhe instructed with a smile.
And those who knew ahead of time he was coming to America were few. Could it be... someone back home?