Chapter 85: Have You Seen Enough? Is It Pleasing to the Eye?

Su Qingli looked up at the sound; the surveillance really was watching her all this time! She thought for a moment and immediately understood why. But she decided to try another approach.

Hands on her hips, head raised, Su Qingli said, “This camera must be broken, right? Feifei, go fetch me some tools. I’ll figure out how to dismantle it and install a new one.”

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This “living pile” would be nothing special if it were merely for building houses; within the construction site, digging a pit and burying a child would suffice. However, if it was for building a bridge, things became more complicated.

No one knew what those ferocious tribes looked like. Many who ventured in died, and their methods remained a mystery.

Recalling Yang Jichang’s words, Ye Lei shivered. If he ever got caught, given Lie Cheng’s hatred for him, it would be a miracle to escape with his skin intact.

“Wang Ba, Wolf King, Radiant Light... Who would have thought mercenary groups like yours would stoop to being someone else’s lapdogs? You’ve disgraced the name of top-tier mercenary teams!” Han Shengjun sneered coldly at the groups before him.

The remaining equipment Song Tianji chose was mostly for defense. After all, his soul power had not yet reached its peak. The upcoming Four Nations Arena was the best place to hone himself in deadly battle, but unnecessary injuries were best avoided.

The infuriating Ike had saved her, ruining Riven’s plan to die valiantly on the battlefield. Yet, having survived, Riven was suddenly enlightened; she owed Noxus nothing now. From today, she would atone, redeeming herself for Noxus’s sins.

“My uncle is Deputy Mayor Xu. Hit me, and you’ll be waiting for prison,” Xu Taibian pointed at Song Tianji.

With that punch, Lin Tian could roughly gauge the power Zhou Gongtai could summon from his golden core.

Lin Tian also guessed that the entrance must be there. Only a place like Mount Kunlun could be so mysterious and well-concealed.

He could only watch the two figures battling above the Dream Blossom Butterfly, their lightning-fast moves blurring into shadows. As a spectator, Ye Lei could only sigh helplessly.

He took out his gold-rimmed spare glasses from home, perched them on his prominent nose, and began his work.

“Damn, didn’t I tell you to speak up when you saw the silver-haired lady? All you do is eat and sleep—can’t you remember anything else? Only the silver-haired lady and your mother can whip your stinky butt. Don’t mess it up next time!” Morgana, exasperated, imparted her wisdom.

This young man with glasses, always calm by nature, had stopped him from reckless acts countless times, yet always offered the greatest support at crucial moments.

If they had left the city as planned yesterday, today they would be in trouble.

Finding a novel point beloved by an audience was no easy task. Even the streamer, adept at creating a spectacle, had racked his brains for days seeking something fresh.

“Fourth Aunt, Typhon will behave.” Typhon leaned against Galuda, eyes fixed intently on the door.

“If death comes, so be it... It seems you still blame me, threatening your family and disciples for their safety. Master, there is no need. Look!” The middle-aged man in medical robes was unconcerned about the death of an experiment, gesturing toward the howling zombies outside the window.

When Chen Yu rolled out the noodles, he spun them at high speed to create a perfectly round sheet of uniform thickness, then sliced them by hand. Whether knife skills or craftsmanship, he had reached the pinnacle.

“If you want detailed information, you’ll have to pay a labor fee,” Lin Wei sent the message, immediately following up.

Li Ting stared at Ye Feng, searching his eyes for even a shred of reluctance. In the end, she was left disappointed.

These past days, Sister Jiang had been cold toward Fourth Uncle, but he, for his part, hadn’t let go, sticking to her with a subtle persistence.