Chapter One Hundred Sixty: The Three Lives Technique — Celestial Chapter

Then that white earthy sphere slowly disintegrated, turning into a pocked and cratered dirt ball. Finally, struck by a passing meteorite, it shattered completely into dust, and as time drifted on, the dust gradually coalesced into a new earthen sphere...
As time elapsed once more, it eventually transformed into a bustling...
"The young master's intentions are not things you or I can fathom." Long Xin lowered her clear gaze and turned to walk into the pharmacy.
From a dim grove a hundred zhang away, several eerie green phosphorescent glows suddenly ignited, followed by the slow emergence of three ash-black giant wolves, their eyes staring greedily at the crowd.
With those words finished, at some unknown moment, Li Xiaoyun had changed back into her flight attendant uniform. She emerged gracefully from behind Liu Heng, the sound of her high heels echoing through the training hall.
Subsequently, Song Yuanzhen cast an invisibility technique on himself and Zhang Yuan, and the two soared into the clouds, speeding toward the heartland of this continent.
They only felt that the shock of this single day was enough to exhaust all the shock they would ever need in a lifetime, and they would probably never be shocked by anything ever again.
"I say, stop being so damn shy. It's your turn to make an entrance now. Don't embarrass me, or I'll starve you for three years when we get back!" Liang Bing scolded, looking at the figure flickering in and out of the clouds.
That night, snowflakes began to drift across the sky. It was already winter, and moreover, this was the very first snow of the winter. The roads were quiet with hardly any pedestrians, save for a night watchman holding a dim, yellowish lantern, walking lonely down the main street.
As Tang Tianhao's words fell, the multi-millionaires surrounding him could not help but burst into applause, their eyes filled with excitement.
After telling Chen Xuanzang the result, Chen Xuanzang also extended his own spiritual sense, discovering that it was indeed exactly as Situ Yi had said! Then, Situ Yi produced a solution.
Ceasing any further mention of the spatial gate, Zhao Hao took a deep breath and touched the takeout he had just retrieved from the microwave.
"Put it down. The broth can be sent over in a quarter of an hour," the handsome man in black spoke coldly. His voice was just like him—icy yet remarkably deep and magnetic, perfectly matching his striking beauty.
"Something the matter?" Su Can grew somewhat irritated looking at Cai Zhenfang's pretentious swagger, and his tone inevitably lowered.
In fact, let alone humans, the gossipy scandals within the dragon race were no better than those of humanity. In her eyes, a man who could keep his lower half under control ultimately belonged to the category of those who "thought with their brains." It was an absolute "bonus" point.
Zhu Ruo slowly sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, opened her eyes, smiled at her, and said, "Those four have been dealt with; you are safe now." With that, she began to meditate and regulate her breathing.
Upon hearing this, Black San was overjoyed, and the three of them headed toward the release point. Here, they had long since constructed a secret tunnel, and they descended through one of the hidden passages.
"All right, all right." Su Nan wolfed down the last mouthful of rice in a few quick bites, preparing to leave.
Having received the ball, Riise immediately passed it to Murphy in midfield, and Murphy, without any hesitation, instantly laid the ball off to George.
The door was tightly locked, as if it had not been opened for a long time. From the crack of the door drifted a musty odor mixed with the droppings of flies, mice, and bats. Without overthinking, I kicked the door open, thrusting the muzzle of my gun inward while my eyes instantly targeted the interior, taking in a general glance of the scene within.
"Of course there is business. How about I recommend someone with superb computer skills to your studio?" Lin Zhen said to Zhao Hao over the phone.
———Lin Ho's days were truly dull. Sitting in the office, he would either idly play Landlords, sleep soundly, or practice horse stances and handstands in the spacious office.
Billowing demonic Qi gushed forth from his mouth, wrapping him tightly in an impenetrable shroud of darkness in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the surging demonic energy continued to expand outward, extending its coverage, just as those sharp edges came into contact with the dark Qi.