251: Chapter 251 Gu Yuexi Wants to Dissolve Her Contract with Chu Sheng?!

Pfft.

A streak of crimson blood instantly trickled from the corner of Gu Yuexi's mouth.

Her back was also instantly soaked in blood, blossoming like a crimson flower!

A translucent figure streaked past Gu Yuexi at high speed!

This person was none other than the assassin who had arrived in Hong Kong ten days ago, ranked fourth on the Hell Gate assassin leaderboard: Ghost.

Ghost's cultivation level was not particularly high, but his mission success rate was one hundred percent.

To achieve this success rate, aside from his...

Meanwhile, the massive solar phantom light behind Mu Zifei was also undergoing a silent transformation; a portion of the originally bright and transparent sun was slowly darkening, yet no one present noticed this, not even the several Emperor-level experts on the scene.

Magma erupted all around, but the toad did not care at all, merely staring intently at the brewing volcanic crater.

After Feng Wuxiu finished speaking, he looked at Chen Chang'an and said sarcastically, "What, do you perhaps have some brilliant insight?"

Although he didn't say much each time, whenever he did speak, it always hit the mark, causing many problems for Su Dandan.

The waves rocked the Changsheng ship as Qi Lin woke from his slumber. "Brother?" Qi Qi did not like the water very much and felt a bit lethargic; she rubbed her sleepy eyes.

Everyone refrained from acting rashly, simply wanting to see what the result of the Death Scepter's attack would be.

The Desolation Clone lacked the Ice Law pillar, and its body itself was not suited for icy power, but with the main body acting as a "super cheat," it finally managed to fuse this infinitesimally weakened trace of icy power.

After Nan Feng finished speaking, Fatty and Zhuge Chanjuan both frowned. In their view, Gao Pingsheng's identity was unknown, and Nan Feng should not have told him these things.

The oath-swearing ceremony was able to proceed normally thanks to the Blind Man's guidance. Afterward, Lü Pingchuan thanked him again, and then everyone laid out straw to lie down and rest.

Yun Jiuji couldn't help but smile faintly. A whole family plotting to take your parents' inheritance, drugging you, and then saying, "Let it go." Can you really let it go?

But later, Felix vaguely expressed an attitude of cooperation, and the style of his speech at the funeral was very familiar to him. In his imagination, Felix was preparing to enter politics and join the Ministry of Magic. Of course, he wouldn't care for any ordinary position, so it could only be Fudge's position.

When Lin Miaomiao heard Li Yanhe's words, she suddenly understood what he meant in that instant.

Mother Liu saw that her own smile in the mirror looked strained, so she simply threw away all shame, pulled her arm down, and let out a coquettish, "Oh my."

It wasn't that the Demonic Qi was afraid from afar, but rather that the airflow generated by the Shadow Claw blew the Demonic Qi away from a distance.

Shengdelong's rice cakes were something Zhan Xueying liked, but looking at Liang Fengyue presenting them with such a fawning expression, she suddenly had no appetite at all.

Several Demon King-level chimpanzees looked at Zhang Yang with ill intent; they could tell that Zhang Yang was the backbone of the Four Demon Mountains.

"This is me?" Harry asked in surprise. He stared at it for a long time, unable to find any resemblance to himself, and could only guess randomly based on the color.

Tang Mohan raised his eyes and looked at her calmly; his ink-black eyes were as deep as an ancient well, making it impossible to see the true emotions hidden within.

So she raised her head again, and what met her eyes was that fellow's graceful and upright figure. The sweat on his forehead sank into the snow as he danced, his whole body exuding a natural, masculine aura that made it impossible to look away. Sadly, Yun Jiuzhe happened to be over there, so she had no choice but to look in that direction.

Chen Nuo pushed his father-in-law, following Old Master Zhao along the concrete road by the large dining dam for quite a long distance.

Shi Ziyi was silent for a moment, a glint flashing in her eyes. She waved her arm, and a blue spatial vortex appeared before her. She leaped into the vortex and disappeared, her destination unknown.

The bullets almost entirely avoided its most solid back armor, landing instead on the joints: the back of the neck, shoulder blades, waist, and knees.