Chapter 159: Conspiracy in the Rainy Night

Davido looked out of the tent. Rain mixed with snowflakes fell slowly to the ground, turning the already damp earth into a quagmire.

In this kind of weather, Melo probably won't come, right?

Just as Davido was thinking this, a figure appeared.

Beneath a cloak of pitch black was hair of near-white, making him look as terrifying as a ghost, yet remarkably conspicuous. Seeing that unique hair color, Davido knew at once that Melo had arrived.

Under his continuous tapping, the rust on the crippled stove gradually peeled off piece by piece, revealing the archaic stove body within.

Seeing that Mu Qingyu had no fighting spirit whatsoever, no one forced her. After all, expecting a delicate young lady to step onto the stage and scream for blood was a bit too much to ask. Such was her nature, not something that could be changed overnight.

Lu Zhanbo stared at Bumblebee with glowing eyes. Bumblebee, meeting that gaze full of bromance, muttered inwardly, "Oh no, don't tell me he's a gay guy. My fuel tank suddenly feels a dull ache."

The mere thought of Yin-Yang sorcery reminded him of Mo Bairan. The communication jade talisman in his mind had already rung several times. He had merely replied asking him to contact him a little later, and now it was the middle of the night without another word sent back. No wonder the other man was anxious.

Economically developed regions have their advantages, and remote Montana has its advantages too.

The surrounding people were all dumbfounded. Those men wielding long staves looked bewildered, casting their eyes toward the madams of their respective brothels, awaiting orders.

However, now that Wilbur was expending his battle qi to escape and found himself mid-air without any leverage, coupled with the entanglement, there was a chance it might hit.

Wang Yuan put down the prop in his hand and sighed. After a period of recovery, the gnolls were gradually returning to their former appearance.

Therefore, sometimes it is not that we are not clever, but rather that being caught up in the thick of it, we become dizzy and disoriented, utterly unable to discern the truth.

Having finished speaking smugly, Lord Chen lapsed into a frenzy of wild laughter. The laughter was relentless, yet tinged with a trace of desolation. Lord Chen had always fancied himself resourceful, yet he never imagined he would fall to a young man like Ye Cheng, and moreover, fall by such a simple method.

The Grim Reaper dared not utter a word, submissively handing over the location of the Divine Court before swirling away in a plume of black smoke.

That laugh was terribly guilty; at a glance, it was obviously fake, probably intended to prevent me from collecting their informational traits.

After Li Chaofan finished speaking, Dr. Lance also hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and saying, "I reserve my judgment; you shall have the final say on everything." With that, he walked out.

The continuous wind and snow for three days and three nights completely isolated the region where Li Chaofan was located, and the surface was finally sealed off entirely. Once Mount Kailash had once again formed a unified peak, the wind and snow finally ceased at this moment.

When the sound of water stopped, and a short while later, Ye Li emerged having changed into a set of black casual home clothes. The heavy color only served to accentuate the dark circles under her eyes, making her look utterly haggard, with her chin appearing as sharp and pointed as an awl.

Taking advantage of the light, Yilan saw clearly that it really was Guan Li. Her clenched fists relaxed, and the microscopic lamp dipped downward, casting its beam upon the ground rather than shining it directly at Guan Li anymore.

"No, I... went shopping with a colleague." Ye Li had not expected Qin Lang to ask her about this. Only after speaking did it belatedly occur to her: could Qin Lang have already returned home? Why had he been going back so early lately?

Scarcely a day later, Rey's level had risen to sixteen, which could only be described as terrifyingly extreme.

At this moment, tens of thousands of craftsmen were sweating profusely under the blazing sun. A city wall a hundred meters high had already risen formidably in a shockingly short span of time, and outside the city gates lay a thirty-meter-wide moat, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Upon entering this time, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled immediately behind the surrounding walls and ceilings, brilliant radiance erupting everywhere—a light so dazzling it was practically blinding.