118: Chapter 118 After an 18-game winning streak, I got matched with a giant mushroom?

On the other side, inside the battle room with the ID "Newbie Seeking Carry".

"Eighteenth match, winner — Newbie Seeking Carry!"

"Eighteen consecutive wins achieved!"

The cold voice of the game system rang out above the arena.

Boom —!!!

Accompanied by a violent explosion of energy.

Mu Chen's eighteenth opponent, a fourth-rank mid-stage martial artist with the ID "Hong Kong Sword Saint", had his chest pierced through by a spear, his body turning...

I originally thought this matter could end here, but when I complained to Bao Yuanyuan the next day, she criticized me for being too considerate of Zhuang Yan, adding that I was too transparent in front of him and that this way of interacting might not be for the best.

Perhaps because one side was sealed, the air in the space became very stuffy. If fresh air does not continue to circulate, then this place will not be habitable for long, though for now, there should not be any major issues.

I stopped immediately before finishing my sentence, and in my mind, another piece of news I had heard surfaced.

"Junior sister, my mind is made up, so do not try to persuade me any further; go back." As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on Ai Qiaoqiao.

"They are from the Xia family? Interesting!" Tang Xiaochang held the King-level recovery potion up to examine it, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

As Song Cheng spoke, he lowered his head toward me, gently taking my lower lip into his mouth and slowly licking it.

The manager and security guard who had entered looked at each other. Under Ye Feiqing's angry rebuke, they dared not linger, not even daring to glance around, and hurriedly retreated.

At this moment, the two energy vortices within Xiao Chen's body were filled with golden energy; tiny crystalline grains, like fragments of gold, swirled around the vortex cores, much like the ocean outside.

Although it was a bit dirty, one could tell at a glance that this was a fabric that only wealthy families could afford to wear.

"Are you not being too boring?" Going out of your way to take a shower and change into pajamas was just too obvious! You are clearly someone who thinks with your lower body, so why bother playing these seemingly earnest tricks?

Guye, Lixiang, and Luanju returned to the dormitory. Guye immediately found an opportunity to leave the room, leaving Lixiang and Luanju behind. At this moment, they had to resolve the issue themselves. Time passed in a flash; regardless, by dinnertime, Guye saw that both of them were in high spirits, so it seemed there was no problem.

Although the strange description of "antidote" made Tess roll her eyes, a smile finally appeared on her lips.

"Sound the retreat!" Old Cao looked at the state of Yuan Yao's troops atop the city walls and issued the order to his subordinates.

He smiled, his mouth stretching almost to his ears. A gray shadow flashed deep within his soul... but he would no longer be easily shaken.

Even the arrogant Keegan, after this goal by George, had to admit that George had won this time, because this type of shot relies on deception and suddenness. In terms of these two points, George had performed better than Keegan.

There was another reason: there were simply too many restaurants in the vicinity. On a two-thousand-meter stretch of street, there were actually five restaurants.

There was no fixed number for a batch, but what was certain was that the Nine Great Divine Generals must at least be figures of the Super God Realm; otherwise, how could they follow Qingtian into battle?

Among the other three, one was a bald monk who looked quite ordinary. Another was a young nobleman whose fair face and slanted eyebrows gave him a gloomy appearance. The last was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and an imposing aura.

As soon as this thought arose, Lan He felt a dull pain in his chest! At the same time, a surge of blood rushed toward his throat, making his heart ache as if it were being wrung out.

"Do you really treat me as a father?" Ye Tian subconsciously raised his hand to touch his nose, his expression quite strange.

Mo Tianhong was at a loss for words. This ancestral instruction was merely such a simple sentence, passed down orally by each generation of family heads, who claimed the successor would naturally understand it—so how was he supposed to know?