Chapter 29: Delivering Takeout to Another World

After Hu Mei left, Hu Liu sprinted in the opposite direction; as a precaution, he felt he should report the matter to their ancestor.

[Host, you have new orders. Please arrange for delivery promptly.]

Mo Qianxun opened his phone and saw two new orders. One was from Yuan Jinyue in the World of Immortal Cultivation, requesting a roasted chicken, while the other was from Olga in the Magic World, who had placed an order for... steamed buns?

After reading the order details, Mo Qianxun...

Sure enough, after several rounds of back-and-forth combat, Mars Enkono gritted his teeth and took a punch from Chen Jiabing directly to his stomach, while his own fist slammed squarely into Chen Jiabing’s left shoulder.

Xue Gu’s eyes widened in terror. At this moment, he could not comprehend what was happening. There was clearly nothing in front of him, yet he found himself unable to break free. His body felt as if it were no longer under his control; he could not move forward even an inch.

Although the Siamese navy was completely annihilated in this battle, it only proved that Xu Tianhu was exceptionally formidable; it did not mean that Gerard lacked ability.

Of course, Chen Beiming was speaking this way on purpose. In reality, he was making use of Haruko; since he had such a spy by his side, he might as well put her to work. Based on the intelligence currently available, Haruko was a spy for the Island Nation—or at the very least, she was operating under that pretense.

Wu Huadong went around proposing toasts, but he was particularly respectful toward Chen Gong. Seeing him act this way, Chen Gong found it strange. He had heard that Wu Huadong and his uncle, Wu Qinghe, were thriving in the city and were involved in complex political and business dealings. Why, then, was he suddenly being so deferential?

The surging aura from Ying Ri and the others manifested almost like a physical substance, their massive dharma bodies standing between heaven and earth like celestial deities.

A group of merchants rushed onto the high platform, surrounding Huzi and his companions. They snarled and barked at Huzi, as fierce as Tibetan Mastiffs.

Back then, many citizens had lambasted that expert; after all, being bitten by mosquitoes in the dead of winter was something the public simply could not accept.

Hanging up the phone, Liu Lijian felt as if he were floating on air. Once upon a time, he had been heartlessly dumped by Zheng Kaiqi, who had belittled him as worthless. Yet, without him even realizing it, he had become a hot commodity. Could it be, as his mother said, that he was truly outstanding and handsome?

Behind him, Tian Yuhan and Gu Jingjing swayed, their beautiful figures nearly collapsing to the ground. Were these conditions really that good?

Lin Su had to have his own bottom line. He had to give Zhang Aimin face, but he could not completely compromise his own principles. If he let Yang Guangming off the hook too easily, how would he be able to maintain order?

He was a man of unbridled arrogance, daring to utter shocking and outrageous words at the press conference that no one else dared to say.

"It seems that he is indeed invincible." During this exchange, Luo Yu had never expected to win; he had simply wanted to test the waters. Thus, upon realizing he was increasingly losing the upper hand, he felt a strange sense of relief.

He only understood later that there were only two ways to truly kill the Skeleton Sprite: one was to completely exterminate the Orc race, leaving no lingering undead necromancy or resentment of the living; the other was to drag the Skeleton Sprite out of the Ancient Orc Tomb, defenseless, to be purified by the purest sunlight.

Fang Lang sighed inwardly. At the moment of the opponent’s attack, he sidestepped, aligning his front with the back of Locke, then retracted his leg. By now, he was positioned at Locke’s rear flank.

Although he lacked the precious Wolf God bloodline to serve as a high-starting-point for fusion and enhancement, the innate power of the Witch bloodline was beyond doubt.

Both of them nodded, and so they began their respective practice. After a while, they finished.

Wang Yuanyuan had sought out Lin Su today not just for a meal; her main purpose was to express her gratitude. Without Lin Su, how could He Jiaxiang have possibly offered his help?

Perhaps because the dragon essence was too divine and too powerful, as he broke through to the next level using it, his body was inexplicably lifted, suspended in the void. His long, sturdy arms tried to clench into fists but could not. As the golden essence flowed through his entire body, his limbs could not help but stretch outward.