Chapter 47: Off to Prison!

Bad news: She was eaten.
Good news: This creature doesn't chew its food.
Lian Fei slipped smoothly into the beast's interior.
The sour and pungent odor surrounding her suggested to Lian Fei that she was sliding toward the creature's stomach.
Without hesitation, she thrust the blade in her hand into the fleshy wall beside her. Momentum carried Lian Fei and her knife downward for five or six meters before she managed to stop.
In pain, the creature writhingly contorted its entire body. Lian Fei gripped the knife hilt for dear life.
Liu Jiang pondered silently; after half a year, he had finally found a trace of his grandson, and he would not let go of the slightest clue.
"Are you alright..." Seeing Mu Yi's pale complexion, Han Meng'er could not help asking with concern.
The devouring power of the World-Destroying Black Lotus was far too formidable; even Xiao Li himself could feel the heart-gnawing agony. But so what? As long as he achieved his desired goal, what did pain matter? Compared to supreme power and ambition, this tiny bit of heart-gnawing torment was utterly insignificant.
Slowly exhaling a breath of stale air from his chest, Zhou Tian let out a mighty stretch, then rubbed his legs, which had grown stiff from sitting cross-legged in cultivation.
Dennis chose not to give up the resistance; instead, he constantly searched for an opportunity to counterattack. The rest of us did not dare to take our eyes off Dennis even for a second. Despite being built entirely of fat, judging by the speed with which he had just imprisoned the Seven Kills, his agility was by no means inferior to our Almighty Ouyang.
General Wen hurriedly summoned a physician through the night to treat the injuries of the Wen siblings, yet he only lingered at Wen Chengying's quarters and did not come to see Wen Yu'kou. Wen Yu'kou felt bitterness in her heart, but feigned indifference.
Chu Dinghu transformed into a water dragon, his body as clear as water and seemingly translucent—it was the dragon's soul attached to the lake water, using the lake itself as a physical form.
Before Optimus Prime could finish, Ouyang Jue turned and left the deck. Trying to snatch something from Ouyang Jue's hands was truly no easy task. Amidst Optimus Prime's shouts, Ouyang Jue had already walked into the lounge, ignoring the furious Optimus Prime entirely.
The sword grew even more demonic and bizarre, seemingly imbued with a soul, causing everyone present to look on in astonishment.
The figure in white slowly stepped forward, casually casting two recovery spells to fill Wuming's health bar completely, then looked at Ma Jun with a trace of lingering hatred in his eyes.
Once stained with even a hint of human scent, every snake that smelled it would undergo a breakthrough, and then launch a concerted attack upon that person until they were utterly destroyed.
A cold, sharp sword pierced Qi Yu's chest. The sudden, intense pain made Qi Yu frown and open his eyes. Though he held back from roaring in agony, his eyes bulged slightly, and he instinctively clenched his teeth shut.
The First Prince's side had remained peaceful for two whole months. To fabricate the illusion of a deeply affectionate marriage between her and Qi Jin, the two of them frequently visited Jixiang Palace together.
If the fake one was alive, then the true one must be dead. Could it be that the person who wanted to assassinate him back then was not the real Dao Xuan Bei Gonglie?
Dessis ordered the Soul-Hunting Trackers onto the city walls to pick off the enemy's elite units with precision fire. Since the number of Soul-Hunting Trackers was already small to begin with—Ma Jun had taken 144 of them away at once, leaving only 60 behind—Dessis had to target his shots selectively, trying his best to single out and eliminate special classes hidden within the enemy ranks.
"Olicles, Dessis! Wait for my signal, and bombard that single location with everything you've got!" Ma Jun gripped the Sword of Slaughter, a strange smile plastered across his face as he spoke.
Tianwang Mountain was a towering peak situated behind Tianshui Town. Four years ago, to punish Gao Mingyang and Qu Leoxiao for falling in love, Ren Shuihan had sent Gao Mingyang to Tianwang Mountain to reflect on his actions.
He did not continue speaking, but Shen Zhao merely stared at him in a daze, as if frightened by his actions.
Fat Pig's roaring echoed endlessly through the broadcast studio, yet Wang Zelin on the court seemed determined to go against him, single-mindedly immersing himself in the grand enterprise of playmaking.
Unexpectedly, however, Yu Da had switched sides, repeatedly setting traps for the Ninth Prince, while Yu Er had once attempted to assassinate him.