Chapter 114: Different Worlds

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China, Fengtian, at the home of Zhang Liang.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
Father Zhang, Mother Zhang, Liu Lu, and Shi Lei were clapping and singing the birthday song.
"Ooh~ Happy birthday, Shui Shui~"
"Hurry, hurry, blow out the candles!"
"Whoosh."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Miao quickly pressed her palms together, muttered a few words, and then, with a wide grin, blew out the candles on the cake.
"Thank you everyone, I love you all~"
Zhang Miao said, her small face flushed with excitement, as she made a heart shape with her hands toward everyone around her.
"Ha..." The old man let out a chilling, raspy, clicking sound. At this moment, Chen Cao felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
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I want to challenge him! After the pretty boy left, Han Bing suddenly erupted with powerful fighting spirit: "You two can also challenge that bald guy later."
"Why? Does the senior brother want to swallow up the Cripple's hostel?" Wu Yi spoke quite directly. Years of life in the underworld had stripped away any moral constraints; in his view, if the senior brother wanted something, he should just find a way to take it—whether it was through force or plunder didn't matter.
Seeing me say that, Yifan was quite touched. Although he nodded without speaking, I could feel that the way he looked at me had changed.
Beyond these "Ferocious Tiger Mechanical Beasts," there were many other types of mechanical beasts. Sa Bei gazed at these exotic flowers, dense traps, and the vast mansion.
Revolver stared at Zhang Genda in terror. He could not believe that he had actually been lifted up by such a thin, weak person! He had wanted to spit out a few harsh words, but his neck was being gripped so tightly that he couldn't speak at all.
"Don't ask, you'll know when we get there!" Jin Yu seemed to know what she was about to ask; she interrupted her and continued to lead her along the path.
"The body is Zhao Jie's, but I think the soul inside that body must be Fan Jun's," Yang Gongcheng tilted his head in thought before making a bold deduction.
Ye Junlin felt pain in his hands. When he raised them to look, a large, bloody gash had split open on his arm, and bright red blood, accompanied by a silver waterfall, spilled down.
"You have no business here anymore, get out!" Alibuda understood immediately and chased all the guards behind him out.
However, at that very moment, I heard the squad leader's voice; it was the squad leader issuing orders over the walkie-talkie.
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After all, Liu Feng had absorbed the power of the gods, including that of the Kunpeng Ancestor, who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Ksitigarbha Celestial.
At this moment, in the center of the room's living area, the tables and chairs were gone! In their place stood a giant cocoon, resembling a silkworm.
Ma Jianyao thought for a moment and felt that Ye Qiang's suggestion was not bad. Although the two were only casual acquaintances and didn't know each other well, since they had to form groups, being with him was better than being with others. Regardless, Ye Qiang’s strength was decent, so he nodded.
The man felt his heart turn cold at the sight. In fact, he had felt a sense of foreboding when Ma Jianyao shocked his two companions back, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. He hadn't expected Ma Jianyao's movements to be so swift; this punch made him feel as if he were facing a C-rank Dragon Speaker.
There was nothing too magical about it. Zhang Ye, who was now knowledgeable, knew that at most, four Grade-2 magical artifacts designed specifically for flight could achieve such a feat.
Jin Chanzi frowned slightly. Despite always maintaining the appearance of a virtuous monk along the way, speaking of righteousness at every turn, in reality, those familiar with Jin Chan knew that he was rather cold and arrogant, and did not like to interact with people.
Therefore, Zhou Yang thought of a desperate plan. He knew that Instructor Wang had probed his void during the day; although he had no leads, there was no guarantee he wouldn't figure something out if he kept at it.
Even the retreating Zhou Yang failed to turn into the intersection he had just come from in time; he was swept up by the shockwave—which felt like a terrifying sea surge—and then fell to the ground.
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