Chapter 122: Nothing Happened

"No way!" Richard said immediately. "This will only make Xia Xiaoxiao behave even more recklessly in the future and fuel her arrogance!"

Richard looked at Lian Youyou and said, "Youyou, don't worry for now. Just focus on heading back to the set to film, and wait for my news. Your crew is already more than halfway through the shooting schedule. Hurry up and finish filming so it won't delay your return to university for your graduation thesis defense."

Lian Youyou nodded.

After checking their luggage and passing through security, Lian Youyou and Coco went to the VIP lounge to sit and wait for their upcoming flight.

Just as they sat down, they unexpectedly spotted Fu Yuanye there.

"Miss..."

Over here, Sister Lin, whose face had been a storm of emotions, sneered coldly upon hearing this question.

The lowest tier was the white corpse; this type of zombie had almost no attacking power, and even a slightly stronger ordinary person could teach it a lesson.

This man stood a full two point one meters tall. Even wrapped in a black robe, one could tell he was incredibly robust. With a body like a mountain, it was hard to say whether it was fat or muscle beneath, but when he walked, the ground shook, exuding an imposing presence.

Moreover, the white wolf demon undergoing its tribulation here had already drawn a lot of attention. Several cultivators had already flown over on their swords.

Ye Qinglan's expression was extremely grim. Not only had they lost personnel this time, but they had also lost face for the Soul Sword Peak. As the master of the peak, it was no exaggeration to say she could not escape blame.

The Three Goddesses of the Xiao Sect were too far removed from him. He simply felt that if he continued to have an ambiguous relationship with Ding Xiaoling, he would be letting down Duanmu Rou and Hong Mei too much. If the two of them found out, there would be huge trouble.

She wept indistinctly, saying things he couldn't quite make out. Hua Yunliang leaned in and listened intently, but he still couldn't hear what she was saying.

"What use do you think you would be? I only wanted to let you see what lies beyond the universe."

Feng Qi hesitated at this. Although this matter had little to do with him, watching a primordial deity being suppressed like this was truly hard to bear.

Touching his own heart, which had already turned into energy and ceased to beat, memories of a year ago began to slowly surface, only to be snuffed out by Lu Li. In all likelihood, during his transformation this time, the figure from a year ago would definitely emerge, and it might even trigger another descent of the evil god.

The expression on my face remained completely unchanged. No matter what they were thinking right now—whether they were astonished by the presence of so many at the peak of the late Immortal Emperor stage, or amazed that a mere mid-stage Immortal Emperor like me was acting as the boss in front of so many peak late-stage Immortal Emperors—I chose not to think about any of it.

As the saying goes, he didn't dare to risk the Will Ring, for it was the foundation of his existence! In this world, many things required great courage to achieve great success, and Geshak just couldn't make that resolve.

The distant waves roared frantically. Suddenly, the wind howled sharply, accompanied by a thunderous shout from the black-armored youth. Then, the black wind whipped up from the ice not far from the fleet, sweeping down the Liuyun River like a super-sized magical cannon.

Not everyone could hold out for so long under the attack of a C-class Epic Beast and successfully infuriate it. If he were piloting the Night Demon Mecha, Yan Qingming admitted he wouldn't be able to do it.

The moment he closed his eyes completely, a hot tear of sorrow rolled out, sliding down his cheek to mingle with the rain on the ground, indistinguishable in value.

"Oh, where did you rent this car? It's still brand new?" Just as everyone was about to enter the house, a sarcastic voice came from outside.

Most of the data on these opponents belonged to the former Lyte, with a small portion belonging to the Reynolds. However, this information was highly incomplete and lacked authority.

Wei Yang didn't mind this. Since he was just a follower anyway, it didn't matter if he was simple-minded, as long as he was obedient and capable of fighting. Offhandedly, Wei Yang gave him a name: Black Wing.

If this could be tolerated, what couldn't? Whether it was his Earth soul or the proud blood of the Dark Dragon flowing within him, neither would ever tolerate being insulted in such a manner.