Chapter 139: A Bountiful Harvest! (Part Two)

As the remaining mutated marine beasts in the battlefield fell one by one, the echoing gunshots gradually faded away.

Confirming that there were no signs of visibly active mutated beasts at the scene, Xiao Qinghe immediately organized his men to fan out and patrol, preventing any surviving fish that slipped through the net from launching a sudden attack. At the same time, they checked the vicinity for the emergence of any new mutated beasts, and then delivered fatal blows to those mutated beasts that were not yet completely dead to prevent any unforeseen complications.

Saying this, he reached out to pull the beauty into his arms. How could Miaoren be willing? She pushed and shoved, weeping tears. Seeing her cry so pitifully, like pear blossoms drenched in rain, made Ye Lusheng even more enamored. He only wanted to hold her and caress her. Unable to resist his persistent advances, Miaoren had no choice but to yield and share a moment of tender intimacy with him.

This news, which they had yet to fully digest, suddenly reached Song Zhenhai's ears.

"Granny Gui, what is packed inside this?" Guoguo stepped forward, staring intently at the object in Granny Gui's hands.

Li Tianqi was naturally robust in build, so even though he sat behind the Smiling Rakshasa, he could see everything clearly. Yet, despite seeing it clearly, he could not comprehend the purpose behind the Smiling Rakshasa's spell-casting.

Du Han was not merely defending Meng Fan; she was exceptionally attentive to him. Before even picking up her chopsticks, the young girl had already begun placing various dishes into Meng Fan's bowl—delicacies she hadn't even tasted herself, piling them into his bowl chopstick by chopstick.

With a "clang," just half an inch from Song Ying's face, a machete blocked the incoming steel pipe. Song Ying felt the fierce wind of the pipe and, more intensely, the sudden threat right before her eyes, causing her to instinctively take a step back.

Although Xu Wei looked at Qiao Muchen with a trace of surprise, she ultimately followed his command, put down the plate in her hand, and then calmly seated herself beside Qiao Muchen.

The next day, Zhang Donghai put on beach shorts and flip-flops, wore a sun hat, and dressed like a tourist as he hailed a taxi heading for the airport.

He thought to himself: Having committed too many evil deeds in ordinary times, and having offended the Holy Mother just moments ago, she would surely not spare him lightly this time. Rather than begging for mercy, it would be far better to slip away while he could. With this thought, he turned to flee, but was sternly halted by a sharp shout from Suiren.

Technology: Spiritual Energy. A scarce resource in the universe, which can only be generated within the minds of intelligent beings.

Spending nearly ten minutes in total, Mei Xuelian finally managed to subdue Amaterasu. Of course, it wasn't a complete subjugation; to achieve total control, she still had to rely on Panyuhong, seeing as Amaterasu was meant to be Panyuhong's bond-servant rather than Mei Xuelian's.

And the qualification to collect these taxes should fall upon the Mo family, because they were the utterly loyal enforcers of the imperial family, their capable assistants, and the running dogs of the court.

"I'm sure you'll have two jerseys retired, and I can't wait to see that moment," said Sun Zhuo.

Inside the Hall of Yama, Crimson Robe cast a glance at Hua Wuyou, but Hua Wuyou remained standing motionless in place. Crimson Robe glared at him before turning to open the door.

Therefore, after pointing at these people as if wanting to say something yet unable to articulate it, he slumped forward with a loud thud onto the table.

Chen Mu mentally reminisced about the hot pot base recipe he had specifically learned from a training company to make a living, and swiftly and wildly scribbled down lists of ingredient names on paper.

During the closing stages of the first quarter, the Celtics even narrowed the deficit to just five points. By the end of the quarter, however, they were still trailing by seven points.

With a heavy "thud," the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed through the air, laden with a scorching, bloody scent. A drop or two of blood streaked across the night sky, splashing onto Qinghong's flawless, jade-white face.

Chen Bing's pupils were filled with intense pain and hesitation. He maintained this posture for two or three minutes, yet still failed to release the sword feather.

Seeing that everyone was expressing their own views and unanimously believing that Jiang Kong would at best stop at the top eight, Shangguan Zhengxheng turned to General Wang and asked, "I wonder what Lord Wang's view is?"

To Third Uncle Gong, who was as crafty as an old fox, that gaze from Xuanchen somehow did not feel like a good sign at all.