Chapter 97: The Apocalypse Recycling Shop
Returning to the lord’s manor with Coco and Diandian, three of the most coveted apocalypse-themed blind boxes from the strongest towns lay on the living room table.
Qiao Jia placed the two of them on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the blind boxes.
From a cost-efficiency standpoint, it made the most sense to have Tang Keke open these boxes.
But...
Qiao Jia fell silent, staring at the blind boxes on the table.
...
Ten seconds later, Qiao Jia looked at the streetlamp she had just opened, her expression growing more...
In the afternoon, Shi Han traveled to Italy, while Mu Xueran and Di Jiuxiao spent the entire afternoon exploring Country F. The next day, they headed to Lensa, the capital of Country Y.
Yang Silin, seeing how dull the man was, chose not to waste words with him and instead decided to discuss the matter directly with Ge Qi.
“You...” Su Haiyong was momentarily at a loss for words. Regarding Su Yifei and the company’s situation, apart from asking Du Qingguo for help, he could think of no other solution.
Xu Fei and the others couldn’t help but laugh. Regardless of whether the Long family was involved, there was no doubt that Aobo had suffered heavy losses.
The Dragon King of the Celestial Pool gleefully grabbed the forgotten storage pouch and poured out all its contents in one sweep.
In just moments, the many arriving adjudicators began to fall one after another. Though numerous, Chu Wanjun sensed something amiss.
Qi Ruyan slightly turned her head, casting a questioning glance through the curtain at the lost and dejected Ning Jingshen, instinctively responding.
He didn’t try to stop these people. At this moment, it was better to sit and conserve energy.
“Busy making your head stronger on your neck? Let’s be straightforward. Qin Yurou was in a car accident and has been fleeing for her life.” He Jiasheng saw no reason to hide the truth.
When An Ming entered the commentary booth, the entire arena was already buzzing with excitement. Since it was the KPL Autumn Finals, there was a pre-match Bo1 celebrity game before the SY and Q teams took the stage, each led by a star, pitting celebrities against professional players for a warm-up.
A cold wind blew as Huixue brushed past Number Thirty-One, noticing a thin layer of frost covering his hardened earth armor.
Chen Lei, upon hearing Shen Tingchuan’s words, understood the gravity of the situation. His tone grew heavier.
“Isn’t he resting in his room?” Lin Yue had just received guests. The ship had already set sail, and he was escorting them to the banquet hall.
Lin Jiaruo glanced at the young lady in red, Long Yujiao. Though icy and aloof, the girl graciously nodded to Lin Jiaruo, offering a somewhat awkward smile.
Fayrua’s hair shifted slightly. “Is he someone with spiritual power who can conceal it?” It seemed the Thunder God needed to test him... Well, the Thunder God had no time now. They would talk later.
Though it felt as if little time had passed in the Underworld, upon returning, he checked the time and realized three days had already elapsed.
Lu Zhong thought it over carefully and felt that this indeed made sense. He no longer felt uneasy and simply relaxed, following Feng Yi outside.
“You all heard that, right? Don’t talk nonsense. I just asked how old he was, how did that become bullying?” Lin Chenhao held a sweet green orange, eating half before stuffing the rest into Bai Xiao’s mouth.
Su Qi thought it might be Song Lingfeng or Ding Haibin. Opening the message, he found the sender was [Mercenary Flying Tiger Squad, External Affairs].
Lang Fei was the kind of man who disdainfully avoided scheming. At this moment, Su Qi was certain Lang Fei was also kept in the dark.
Several players in the group had logged off to rest and eat, while Su Qi, Feng Qiong, and a few others remained online, watching the current situation with the enemy.
Gen Haozi swung his sword, releasing a blade of light imbued with the aura of death. The leader of Feiqin Mountain’s scalp tingled, silencing his harsh words as he fled to higher ground.