Doomsday: I was reverse-raped by the mature woman next door at the start of the game.

The once wide streets are now completely blocked by vehicles.

Some cars had their hoods smashed, some had their trunks completely destroyed, and some had more than a dozen cars jammed together, turning into a pancake.

It's clear how horrific the multi-vehicle collision was; the people or zombies inside were probably crushed to pieces.

The shops on both sides of the bustling street were also in a state of being looted and destroyed.

Dried blood, severed limbs, were scattered everywhere on the streets, and the air reeked of decay, surrounded by many...

Bing Letian spoke to Bing Wen in the same tone as Bing Wen's father. Bing Wen thought that his father was not dead, or that his father's spirit was speaking to him.

"Immortal and indestructible Buddha shadows? How am I supposed to seal them inside the tower?" Ye Shaoxuan continued to ask.

For a moment, the principal's office was filled with the clash of swords, the two fighting fiercely. One threw a punch, the other a palm strike; one kicked, the other a kick. Both seemed eager to test the other's strength, neither using their full power nor holding back too much. They fought for about ten minutes, still evenly matched.

"Luckily it was me last night. If it had been someone else, you probably would have succeeded by now." With that, he lay down and fell asleep, so sleepy that he didn't care whether there was a blanket or not.

Just as Li Zixiao was about to speak, the image of Gao Min sitting with him in the park, and then Gao Min walking around behind him and stabbing him hard, flashed before his eyes again.

Today, the entire Shadowless City is deserted, and a tense atmosphere prevails. Most of the warriors of the Divine Journey Clan, their faces filled with anger, have gathered at the ancestral temple. Here is enshrined the first patriarch of the Divine Journey Clan, Divine Journey Shadowless, who is also the creator of the Divine Journey Bloodline, one of the Ten Golden Bloodlines.

Some stared at Donggong Liqin and Xia Biyao, their eyes darting around, drooling. Their lewd behavior was something even a monkey couldn't imitate.

As I was thinking, the prominent logo of the Oriental Group came into view. I drove the car into the parking lot and entered the building.

“There’s no chance for now, but if they really are going to send us to the rear, I think that’s our chance on the way.” Shen Yun was right, and Xuan Yuan Mu Xia was also very clear that it might be their last chance.

This made it seem as if Ye Zhen was the culprit. Even the old lady gasped and stared at Ye Zhen in disbelief. Ye Meng was also in turmoil, filled with disappointment, disbelief, grief, and anger. He looked at Ye Zhen with eyes full of disappointment.

Wasn't all of this caused by me? Or was it all because of me that things turned out this way?

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask, but for some reason, perhaps because he was too excited, he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

However, the true gods refused to accept this and even imposed severe punishments, resulting in the first time that humanity suffered such devastation.

I called Xu Jingru and told her I would pick her up so we could have lunch together. So I went over. Li He also had something to do. He was dressed quite formally, but I didn't know exactly what he was there for.

“Watch the myth unfold slowly. We shall take our leave now,” Wu Yazi said, glancing at Mo Yi.

“Yes, Master, we saw that he was escorted back to the capital by thousands of soldiers, so his status must be extraordinary. Those soldiers are just good-for-nothings and couldn’t stop us at all,” Ake, dressed in green, said to the nun.

Originally, Ye Lingfeng only pointed out one path for Li Chongtian, but after learning that Li Chongtian was a hero who resisted the island nation, Ye Lingfeng decided to save him.

Many people in the past tried to find out the uses of these two things, but it took several years to finally find out. Ye Qingtang bought them in large quantities, and others had doubts and could not figure out their uses.

Ye Qingtang raised an eyebrow slightly, took the brocade box, opened it, and sure enough, saw a broken sword lying quietly inside.