Chapter 154: Third Sister!

Huajiang City, Huarong Residence.

Shao Zining waited in her room with a smile, patiently anticipating.

Hehe, little Fan and big sister should be home any moment now, right?

“Third sister, tsk tsk, you’re about to make a fool of yourself!”

“Why aren’t they here yet?”

Through the window, Shao Zining glanced out anxiously.

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Although Zhao Hao had not yet truly become a half-Saint, his strength already surpassed that of a half-Saint and was capable of contending with a Supreme Saint.

“Which one of you feels confident to take on that tall one?” a steady voice asked. Though his face was covered in dust and sand had entered his eyes, he showed no panic nor curse. He calmly waited for tears to wash away the grit before speaking.

However, now was not the time for joy, for there were still important tasks awaiting them.

All the lingering resentments had merged into his body, integrating into every inch of his blood demon flesh, bones, and nerves, becoming one entity.

No one could alter this, not even the arrival of their Heavenly Emperor at this moment could change the current situation.

“Then tell me, what do you want to do?” the Black Dragon glared fiercely at Zhang Fei. If not for Wu Qianlin holding him back, he would have struck already.

In truth, he had been secretly observing Wang Fan, reading his expressions while pondering his own matters.

With Qingming approaching, the recent rain was a blessing, moistening the dry weather and calming the restless hearts of the people.

The principle of “to the victor go the spoils” was universally true, whether in Zone Z or Zone Y. The blonde young leader had fallen, and the remaining two or three players could only exchange wary glances in stealth and concealment. What next? They were utterly at a loss.

“Catch them off guard, leap onto the corpse’s head for a fatal bite, then crush the skull alive!” Yan Yun mused, running a hand over the smooth, curved wall.

Yue Chuyun looked confused, plucking the strings casually, but suddenly found himself immersed in the waves of the melody, unable to stop.

“Wu Yu, you’re out? What’s going on with the Demon Queen?” The demon gods all gazed curiously at Wu Yu.

The emperor was baffled, for right under his nose was a successfully operating stock, “Jingjin Expressway,” clearly not a scam but genuinely profitable.

Sun Li felt some doubt upon seeing this, sensing the Jie brothers’ behavior was unusual— even if Sister Gu was desperate for death and they couldn’t dissuade her, there was no need to assist in setting up a ‘gallows,’ right?

The “God of War” issued a bounty for capturing Zhang Xianzhong: one pair of trousers as reward; killing Zhang Xianzhong earned a pair of straw sandals.

Behind the heavy apricot-red curtains, sixteen-year-old King Wang Kai of Goryeo had just completed a sprint lasting 57 seconds, panting as he dismounted from his “Fourth Aunt”—a term that literally referred to his mother’s own younger sister.

“Alright, hold on for ten seconds, and I’ll come help you.” Skinny Monkey was also a thief, counted among the top-tier experts. Even so, Zhan Feng was not confident Skinny Monkey would necessarily win; instead, he mentioned the ten seconds.

Especially for Li Lao, though the village chief had long warned him about the dangers outside, it was because Liu Zining was there that he dared to come boldly. But now, less than a day after arriving, he had provoked two groups and was unsure if his decision was right or wrong.

Now that Bai Song voiced it, others naturally supported the idea—killing the boss would yield immediate benefits, and strengthening Bai Song’s power meant the upcoming dungeon bosses would be no less daunting.

Duan Xuchu let Maomao sleep on his lap, and only then did Maomao curl into a ball and drift into a carefree slumber.