Chapter 126: The Exorbitant Restaurant

"What are you zoning out for?" Gao Moha followed Yan Qing’s gaze and frowned.

Mantigicote was somewhat arrogant, a trait dictated by his prominent status within the Zerg, but arrogance did not equate to recklessness. Upon realizing he was facing a genuine threat, Mantigicote would not hesitate to take action.

"He is already waiting for us over there," Su Zige replied, lost in thought as he wondered what on earth Xing Ruogu could possibly be showing Yan Qing.

With so many people watching in the military camp, he did not want others to see Jin Qing in such a disheveled state, which would only invite malicious speculation from irrelevant onlookers.

"You failed the mission and still want to negotiate terms? Truly foolish," Wu Zuoji sneered.

Jin Qing’s heart sank. Madam Wu was her elder; she had always been courteous to her and had helped her many times. If it were Wu Xinglai demanding Yao Yao, she could shoo him away like a stray dog or a common fly, but if Madam Wu were the one asking, she could not possibly treat her the same way.

"Engine loading, linking to crew armor system." Xiong Qi felt himself instantly pressed against the seat as two protrusions on the chair locked into the interfaces at the neck and lower back of his armor.

"Uncle, we’re over here!" Qingshuang suddenly spotted her uncle, Yao Zhaoyang, and called out happily.

At the end of the corridor, four horizontal and four vertical laser beams formed sixteen squares, slowly closing in on Xiao Ming and his group.

It was time for breakfast, yet Itsuka Kotori had her favorite Chupa Chups lollipop dangling from her mouth.

Guan Kuangxing raised his hand to signal to the opposing factions, inviting them to step forward and choose for themselves. It was clear that he intended to use wealth to avert disaster, and he had staged this act of self-inflicted suffering to ensure everyone would willingly accept the compensation.

She felt that Xie Dongya had always looked down on her and had never taken her seriously. Thinking of this, Li Tong stamped her foot in frustration; if Xie Dongya couldn't save that person, she would see how he handled it.

She had previously believed that as long as she stayed by Lan Lan’s side and gave her extra—perhaps even double—the love, she could make up for the missing fatherly affection.

Yet, for the sake of Tian Ling'er, she condensed her spiritual energy time and time again, launching attacks against the powerful Skeleton Man.

After all, his broken sternum was still healing, and his upper body was not suited for strenuous activity. However, his limbs had grown stiff during his recovery, and he thought it wouldn't hurt to use this opportunity to stretch his legs.

Gradually, all the immortals grew accustomed to the existence of the mirror. Besides, the morning audiences were often so tedious that almost every immortal would spend their spare time looking up at it.

Without the worry of hostages being harmed, he could now maintain total control over the situation.

The man before her was as handsome as a painting, his long, narrow, purple heterochromatic eyes accentuating his peerless elegance. He wore a complex, dark-grey seven-quarter-length robe, which made his skin appear as white as snow.

Xie Dongya blinked and pondered for a moment. He was in no rush to continue his interrogation, choosing instead to circle around the area.

He did not want to die yet. Although his physical body had been destroyed and only a weak soul remained, this was not insurmountable. Given his status as a Golden Core peak soul-cultivator in his past life, specializing in the ghost path would easily allow him to become a Ghost King, or perhaps even ascend to become a Ghost Immortal.

Xing Yue opened her mouth in astonishment and looked up at Feng Liumo, who frowned slightly, unable to explain the phenomenon.

Mu Sining offered a helpless smile; he had no other choice, did he? Should he follow Xiaoxiao inside? Even though he had a good relationship with her, he couldn't just watch her like that—it would only make Xiaoxiao more resistant and resentful. Mu Sining did not want to provoke her further in her current state.

In truth, gods were no different from mortals; they bled, they suffered injuries, and they could be killed. The difference was that ordinary human weapons could not harm a god, and barring any accidents, gods were immortal.

Qin Suran returned to the palace and recounted everything that had happened outside to Xiao Hongyu, detail by detail.

Hearing her say this so suddenly, Qiao Sheng felt incredibly guilty. His first reaction was to frantically search his memory to see if he had just said something he shouldn't have. After a brief reflection, he concluded he hadn't.

He walked downstairs, filled with questions. This was truly a problem he couldn't grasp; it seemed he would have to go back to Dorm 210 and grill He Yue to get to the bottom of it.

This realization left the shock on Jing Huan's face plain to see; she simply could not understand why their clan's barrier had no effect on Mo Yanqing.

She and her sister had not been in contact for many years. How could her sister have suddenly found her here?

"What are you trying to say?" Duanmu Yu asked, watching Sikong Ye with guarded eyes; his intuition told him that whatever Sikong Ye was about to say would be nothing pleasant.

Although they did not know how this spell for recreating past images was achieved, those present had certainly heard of similar incantations.

"Hiss—" A tongue of flame erupted like a wall of fire, cutting off Ming Feifei’s fierce strike. The power of the man’s attack was so unfathomable that Shi Liang was forced to use an area-of-effect weapon he had hoped to avoid.

Wen Suisui's eyes were slightly red, and her complexion looked poor. When she kept her face blank, the grievance in her expression seemed all the heavier.

They kept their heads down, digging the earth with their shovels for all they were worth, unable to bear looking at Ye Fan's gaunt, skeletal back.