Chapter 42: The Deliveryman

Wang Fugui comforted her, saying, "It's not your fault, don't take it to heart."

Fu Yuan gave a muffled murmur of acknowledgment.

Wang Fugui opened the Meituan app and handed it to her. "Pick a place, and we'll order takeout."

Fu Yuan took the phone, scrolled through it a few times, and seeing a recommendation for KFC Delivery, she turned her head and asked Wang Fugui, "You still like eating this kind of stuff?"

He opened the delivery page, pointed to the latest promotion, and introduced it to her: "This is the newest event..."

As for the young man sitting beside him, his temperament seemed even stranger. While the Poison God did not speak to him, he found amusement in his own company, patiently brewing tea on the table without the slightest trace of impatience.

So, what had happened to the source of Leng Jianfeng's formidable confidence and the trump card he relied upon—what had actually befell the twenty-one foreign gunmen led by Cao Lin?

One must remember that just a few days ago, those three had single-handedly wiped out two thousand instructors of the Wuji Academy.

Besides, after the Xiaoyao Sect controlled half of the martial world, they had also gathered an astonishing number of precious medicinal herbs for him. All of these precious herbs were converted into potential points by him.

Chen Jianfeng had been extremely vigilant these past few days; even when he was drunk, his sleep was never deep.

Looking at the numerous intersections ahead, Lei Ming directly chose the leftmost corridor. He could sense the aura of spiritual herbs coming from that direction, guessing that there must be a large herb garden over there.

The other one was completely ordinary, the kind you could see anywhere. Its value was at most no more than a thousand barbaric dragon coins.

However, after trying for a long time, Yin Feng realized that he was being a bit wishful; not only did he fail to draw out the true qi within Li Wan's body, but a portion of his own true qi was even coaxed away by hers.

Old Master Fu did not even need to think. With a loud shout, a flash of fire flickered beneath his feet as he grabbed Fu Shiyi and the sixth sister Molan by either side, vanishing from the spot the very next instant.

Just as Qin Feisheng was about to step outside to take a look, a desolate and mournful song suddenly sounded from outside the door, seemingly carrying faint sobs as it echoed lingeringly in this eerie place.

Although the action of blinking was very common, seeing a colossal eye, magnified tens of millions of times in proportion, slowly open and close still gave Bailin a wave of goosebumps.

Under the powerful shockwave, a large hole was blown into the side of the wooden cabin, with gravel and pieces of wood flying everywhere.

Yet they would never have guessed in their wildest dreams that the Ning Xiu they were searching for was hidden right at the bottom of that magma, which possessed the power to extinguish all living things.

High above the heavens, earth, water, fire, and wind churned and shook incessantly, alarming the Sword Enthusiast who sat with closed eyes in meditation. Raising his gaze, he saw a divine being standing above the heavens, draped in a robe of Yin and Yang, casting a scroll toward a patch of shattered earth, water, fire, and wind.

At this moment, the members of the sixth team were still discussing the case. Among them, Yan Yu held a piece of paper on which a poem was written.

A Wuxinxin used both coercion and temptation, the silver dagger gleaming with a chilling light that made You Butong feel the terror of death.

With that, Jiang Sen raised his left hand, channeled his inch-power, and fiercely slammed it down onto the solid wood tea table in front of him.

Ning Xiu's expression turned somewhat peculiar. Thinking back on the other party's martial prowess, if the person truly wanted to harm him, it would probably be no more difficult than lifting a finger.

More than twenty guerrillas fled in all directions, no matter how the four-eyed leader Pullman shouted.

Dou Yifang nodded and instructed that if Yu Nianchu woke up, she should be awakened. Danhe agreed.

Lu Yan returned home with a look of melancholy on his face. He hadn't expected Sally to dislike him so much, making him lose so much face in front of numerous classmates at the school gate. Perhaps he really shouldn't have come here.

The martial artists of Leiyan City did not attempt to stop Song Yun. For Song Yun to walk toward the Myriad Gold Chamber of Commerce was simply courting his own death. If Song Yun had turned around and fled immediately, they might not have been able to catch him, but now that he was walking right into the trap, how could they possibly stop him?

"Hehe... They really are two very handsome and quite capable younger brothers," Liu Yihan said with a smile.