347: Chapter 347 Chu Sheng's Plan: Target the Brown Family

The night view of Newark, one has to admit, truly carries a scent of extravagance built from money.

The neon lights are bizarre and kaleidoscopic, dyeing this city that never sleeps as bright as day.

Hilton Hotel, 20th floor.

Gu Yuexi had already gotten used to the situation of Chu Sheng slipping out of her control...

She gave up on searching and entered directly into a state of deep meditation and breath regulation.

So, what about Chu Sheng?

This "dead mosquito," at this moment, kneeling on one knee—this pose, especially when performed by a handsome man, is truly pleasing to the eye and makes one's heart race. However, unfortunately, Ni Yexin has a lewd smile on his face, and he is grabbing Murong Changqing's hand to kiss, kissing it until he almost drools.

Having figured out the direction, he chose a wall closest to Min'er's boudoir and vaulted over the wall as well.

"Bishui Chunchao" was brightly lit, possessing endless prosperity and extravagance in the dark night, while also concealing endless monotony and loneliness.

"I hope you can continue to be this confident in a moment." After Han Yi finished speaking, the space beside him began to twist, and then the void was torn apart, and the Golden Armored Spirit Saint in a golden robe walked out. At this moment, not only had his withered aura recovered to its original state, but even the dark green poison spots on the skin of his left hand had all disappeared.

"Would I lie to you? These years I was trapped in the Emperor's Tomb; if it weren't for good luck and having a magical treasure for protection, you wouldn't be seeing me now." Qian Long said this with sincerity.

Lin Chuan unclenched his fist and patted the Human Emperor Ancestor's shoulder. Even though he only patted it twice, the immense force caused the Human Emperor Ancestor's body to sink down a notch.

Yan Hao only just regained his senses at this moment. The two of them exchanging blows had happened in an instant; by the time he realized it, they had already traded a move.

Mu Feng understood Hu Jiu quite well. He raised an eyebrow, then followed after. He wanted to hear what that fox was planning to do.

Han Yi didn't think too much about it. He answered the call from outside and contacted someone to pick him up, while also bringing the replaced identification documents to facilitate his actions.

The phone went silent. Wen Yang held it in his mouth and took a bite, then chuckled and tossed the phone into a glass of wine in front of him, finally staggering out of the bar.

Uncle Lin was also quite troubled and hesitant. If he didn't agree to the Young Master's request and he did something extreme again, wouldn't that be even more troublesome? After hesitating repeatedly and weighing the pros and cons, Uncle Lin eventually agreed to Ye Chenyi's request.

Watching Uncle Lin's back disappear into the depths of the hotel corridor, the smile that had been on Ye Chenyi's face instantly collapsed. He sat dejectedly in the chair, repeatedly rubbing the clay figurine in his hand, his eyes flickering with intense hatred.

On his side, there was at most an ordinary legendary figure to control the scene, and then use a vast number of divine magic creatures to trap them all to death.

This time, it felt like less time was spent; it was indeed caused by a sense of urgency.

Nalan Heng's lips curved slightly upward, and light swirled within his amber peach-blossom eyes. Heaven still had the virtue of cherishing life; after he had suffered so much, he had met such a her.

"Because..." Lu Ling's words paused. He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around An Ruo's waist, and lowered his head.

So what if it's almost impossible to compete for the league championship? So what if the domestic league cup championship is lost?

Ling Yunruo looked around and didn't see Xuan Yu, so she got off the bed and tried moving her feet, discovering that sensation had returned, only still feeling a bit weak.

Before his eyes, it seemed Su Qingge appeared wearing a white dress, turning back to smile at him, and then she walked barefoot into the sea just like that.

The robots entered a frenzied state, not caring if their equipment would be damaged, and the speed of plasma release became increasingly fierce. Some robots used plasma to blast tiny holes, then threw plasma bombs inside, melting out larger craters.

The two clasped their fists in salute, filled with a very solemn feeling, not daring to have even a hint of slack. Among cultivators, the capable are the greatest, but hearing it put that way, it doesn't quite sound satisfactory.