American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

"The problem is, you've built up the family business, but what about her beauty?"

At this moment, he reversed the Little Sweet Potato Divine Skill, transforming into Commander Ji and unleashing a storm.

"Men should not marry just for the sake of marriage; they should not settle for less, and would rather be single than settle for a bad one!"

"You're making progress, but what about her?"

"If all else fails, we can split up. Anyway, China... cough cough, has a large influx of immigrants to help. There are millions more women than men in the Federation..."

“Our neighbor Jeff, he’s eighty years old, and he still got caught up in the eyes of a passing Arab king…and princess! She won’t marry anyone else…”

Completely bewildered by his barrage of postmodernist punches, Edkin's expression shifted rapidly. It was as if the logic he had been forcibly instilled had been subjected to an even more terrifying twisted and heretical attack. He let out a sharp, explosive scream, kicked his legs, and passed out.

Whew… Looking at the blurring of everything before him, revealing a barren beach, Zhu Mingyao let out a sigh and sighed silently.

Brothers, boxing really works!

Chapter 486 Fairy Tale 3 (Discharged from the Hospital and Resurrected)

In the vast, continuous marshland, under the faint sunlight filtering through the dim mist, the dark, greasy mud gleamed slightly, displaying an oily sheen reminiscent of animal fat. Small, murky puddles converged, drawing thin, winding trails in the mud, like desolate streams in the mountains during autumn and winter.

Around the slightly raised area of ​​"Remnant Stream", clusters of photinia and pickerelweed hang limply with withered branches and fallen leaves. Occasionally, the cawing of crows comes from afar, piercing the silence and making the desolation even more pronounced.

Seemingly unable to bear the lack of results any longer, a thirsty native broke the peace. A streak of red suddenly emerged from the ground and shot towards the tremor felt overhead!

However, it clearly chose the wrong prey. A sharp sonic wave swept across it like a razor, and a patch of slimy, bloody substance fell off.

Two blood-red worms, each as thick as a wrist, froze and remained motionless before even hitting the ground, leaving only a large clump of dark green water plants submerged in the muddy water, swaying slightly under the impact of the airflow.

"Actually, I think what you just said makes some sense."

Edkin blinked and withdrew his hand from the strings.

A slight sense of disorientation lingered on his face, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the role he had just played.

"You didn't actually believe that nonsense, did you?" Zhu Mingyao glanced at him sideways, speechless for a moment.

In this day and age, such advanced knowledge has not yet become widespread. Could it be that I have unintentionally cultivated a generation of pioneers in military strategy?

“Of course I know this is a bit extreme, but…” Edkin stroked his stubble and said thoughtfully:

"The issue of gender-based benefits is still very thought-provoking and worthy of discussion. I know two famous stand-up comedian friends; if I sell this topic to them as inspiration, it'll definitely be a hit..."

"Dame—!"

Zhu Mingyao's eyelids twitched violently, and he quickly interrupted him, his face covered in cold sweat.

"Stop thinking about it right now! You should know that if such a divine skill were to encounter a shameless middle-aged woman doing stand-up comedy, it would be enough to smash the earth to pieces with one punch!"

"If I happen to get hired by some brainless marketers to endorse my products, all those century-old liquor brands, famous car companies, and e-commerce giants will see their stock prices plummet, triggering an economic crisis. I'm afraid I'll be burdened with sins and never be able to rest in peace..."

Amidst their nonsensical ramblings, a dark pond appeared before them, with a few water lily leaves listlessly floating on the surface.

There's no need to waste time and effort searching; the target is far too obvious this time.

On a piece of rotten wood protruding from the waterline in the center of the pond, a dark mass was rhythmically expanding and contracting.

The large toad's eyes were wide open, like two black pebbles embedded in its skin, shimmering with a lazy glow. A golden marigold was placed upside down on its head, like a small crown.

"Poor kid..."

Edkins and Holgers sighed and covered their faces, outwardly appearing unable to bear the sight, but they couldn't hide the gloating smiles on their lips.

Everyone knew him so well that even though his appearance had changed drastically, the warlock Simon's charisma on his bumpy, ugly face was still so distinct and hard to ignore.

"A kiss, just one sincere kiss, can save me from the curse."

Okay, this is the easiest problem to solve so far...

Looking at the blood-red clam's mouth, which was covered in mud and slime, Zhu Mingyao swallowed a mouthful of sour water, as if he could smell the indescribable, mysterious, and pungent tang.

Hmm, it seems a bit difficult!

He spread his hands and gestured with his lips to the two of them.

“Who among you will offer… well, make a sacrifice?”

The chilling axe blade scraped back and forth across his neck, raising goosebumps. Under such powerful persuasion, Edkin resignedly stepped forward, like a warrior bravely marching to the execution ground, pouting as if facing death with unwavering resolve.

"Well, on the bright side, it's actually quite simple..." he thought to himself, trying to console himself.

……

……

"This is not simple at all!"

The sound was like the howling of a cold northern wind in the empty hall.

The pristine snow-capped peaks stand tall and straight, appearing serene and solitary against the backdrop of the azure sky.

At the very center of the mountain, the majestic palace emitted a cold, eerie light, its entire structure composed of pure, clear ice and snow.

A hazy starlight floated like a veil before her face as an elegant woman sat atop a crystal throne.

Streaks of blue and white light flowed across her magnificent robes, further enhancing her dreamlike and ethereal appearance.

Slender fingers tapped the armrest, producing a rhythmic sound that echoed in the icy hall, yet beneath the crisp sound lay an unmistakable air of anxiety.

"Are you kidding me? How could I not find it?"

Opposite the woman stood a large, antique dressing mirror with a black wooden frame and ivory decorations. Its shimmering light gently rippled, as if it contained the secrets of another world.

As her delicate hand moved, blurry images flashed across the mirror, appearing one after another of mountains, plains, swamps, and dense forests, but never quite capturing the scene she longed for.

"Where can a crippled, dying demigod hide, even if he has noble blood?"

Her anger grew, and flames seemed to leap in her eyes, creating a stark contrast with the chilling and murderous atmosphere around her.

After painstakingly catching Pan's trail, the other party turned the tables and brazenly bit him.

After finally overcoming its resistance, the prey suddenly vanished right before her eyes, how could she not feel resentful?

"Don't wait any longer!" The surging waves swirled and churned, and Corybusch stood to the side, her expression dark with anger.

The light in her wavy black hair, which now falls at her temples, has dimmed. Her long dress, covered with foamy waves, is now covered with lush moss. Tiny flowers and grass sprouts playfully sway their heads, trying to push their way out from below, adding a touch of wild mountain charm to the dress.

Judging from her fluctuating aura, one could tell that she had expended a great deal of energy in dealing with the ancient shepherd god's desperate counterattack.

"Pan has been lingering in this demiplane for thousands of years, so it's only natural that he would prepare a few hidden corners. We don't have time to play hide-and-seek with him."

The misty clouds in the Ocean Maiden's palm were parted by a raging wind that pushed up giant waves, as if a storm and tsunami were gradually taking shape, and thick water vapor spread outwards.

"Don't be afraid of expending too much of your essence. Let's join forces and destroy this space with all our might. The spoils from devouring it will be enough to make up for the losses."

The queen, seated on her throne, suppressed her emotions and nodded in agreement. A long incantation rang out, and the magic mirror, as tall as a person, shone with wondrous light, its endless ripples resonating and vibrating.

"We must deal with it as quickly as possible and then move it away quickly to avoid attracting the attention of humans. The day the venomous snake agreed to meet is not far off, and we must not let a small matter cause a big loss."

As she manipulated the magical artifact, a slight frown suddenly appeared on her face, and a hint of doubt flashed through her mind.

"It's not surprising that Pan was able to evade our detection, but why have those mortals also disappeared?"

Chapter 487 Fairy Tale 4

"Where are we now? That's a good question."

Zhu Mingyao solemnly looked around, his gaze sweeping across the orange-red sky before slowly returning to the unfamiliar yet tranquil village before him.

The gray-yellow parchment scroll was unfurled, revealing a geographical outline composed of simple lines. Of the four pale gold cursors, only one remained, with the solitary cursive script flickering dimly.

“… ‘A peaceful little mountain village,’ uh, it’s a really simple name, but that’s not important!” He pointed and said, tossing aside the place name, which sounded like a makeshift solution.

"The important thing is that since you are the protagonists of the first three stories, there is no suspense about the last one."

Simon shakily touched his mouth, wiping away the saliva and foam that had seeped out. His eyes were fixed on a small flying insect that was darting around in the air, like a homeless person who hadn't eaten for three days seeing a delicious grilled steak.

The experience was far from pleasant. Even after regaining human form, the lingering instincts from within remained, causing him waves of nausea and prompting a heartfelt groan:

“I hope so, I’ve really had enough of this trip,” he said with a bitter face.

"Let's go quickly. All I want right now is to end all this and go home to heal my wounded heart. As for the conflict between mythical beings, let the authorities handle it."

"Heh..." Zhu Mingyao chuckled softly.

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," he said with a slow, low laugh.

"What are you saying?" Simon used all his willpower to suppress the urge to stick out his tongue.

"It's nothing." Zhu Mingyao gazed at the wisps of smoke rising from the distant rooftops, his eyes gleaming.

“What I mean is, the end of a journey often holds unexpected scenery…” he murmured in a voice only he could hear.

It didn't take much time, and these feelings were as fleeting as dew under the morning sun.

A small figure suddenly hopped out from the corner of the village street, clutching a bunch of colorful flowers tightly in her little hand. She skipped and hopped happily toward them, and it turned out to be a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old.

She had jet-black braids, and her freckled face radiated an innocent smile. Her bright, large eyes were serene and pure.

The little girl ran fearlessly to the group, tilted her head back, and held the flowers in her hand high.

"Are you here to help Mr. Cat defeat the monsters in the forest?"

Unlike his companion, who was completely bewildered by the nonsensical question, Zhu Mingyao, having grasped the story's pattern, had already retrieved the corresponding material from his knowledge.

He casually raised his hand, silencing his friends' questions:

"My lovely lady, does your Mr. Cat like to carry a longsword and wear a pair of little leather boots?"

After receiving a positive response, Zhu Mingyao smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on the other person's old Mediterranean-style linen coat, a flicker of memory seemingly emanating from his eyes.

He crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl and said very gently:

"Then please lead the way."

……

……

"Well……"

Ricky vomited another mouthful of sour, foul-smelling gastric juice. He mechanically brought the coffee cup to his lips and skillfully gulped down the bitter, hot drink, washing away the lingering odor in his cavity.

The bright yellow flames flickered in the fireplace, radiating warmth, casting flickering light on his pale, lifeless face.