Had Yuchen and his companions not blocked most of the attacks earlier with their Harmonized Pulse Array and defensive skills, they probably would have been dead by now. Fortunately, all ten surviving teams of players from the Huaxia region were still present. Though combined they numbered barely over twenty, they could take pride in the fact that the strongest from every team had remained on the battlefield.
"No way," Luo Zai said, dumping Lin Jie's meal straight into the trash can. Ding Pang and the others nodded at Luo Zai's actions, indicating he had done the right thing.
In her sleep, a warm towel gently wiped across her face. Then the bed dipped slightly as someone sat down beside her. She could not be bothered to pay attention to any of it, merely letting herself drift between dreams and waking, until one, then many drops of water fell upon her face and the pillow beside her.
Still, most of the people were buried beneath that fire of swords—a gruesome sight. The entire battlefield was left in ruins, with the constant echo of roars and agonized screams reverberating through the heart of the ancient city.
"Haha... Auntie Su, locks are useless; they might even drive him crazy," Chen Yidao said with utter confidence. "If you really want him to kick the habit, let him stay with me for a while! In less than a month, I promise I'll return a good son to you."
"Hehehe, I hope this dream allows us to enjoy ourselves properly. Those people before were far too useless." With that, the two black-robed men from the Demon God Guild slowly vanished before everyone's eyes.
The more Jinniang thought about it, the angrier and more heartbroken she felt. In this entire manor, who else was left that they could trust?
"I didn't do anything. I just thought school was boring and wanted to wander around today." Lele found the two of them utterly baffling. It wasn't as if they were conjoined twins—did they really need to be together all the time?
"Demon Spirit King, receiving guests by slaughtering them is hardly proper, wouldn't you say?" Chen Qiang's voice carried into the estate.
"No way. My head has been aching ever since you hit it, even now. But if you let me do whatever I want in your class, I'll drop the matter. Don't worry, I won't disturb the other students," Chen Yidao stated his terms.
"It's Martial Uncle's first day here, so we ought to make a few extra dishes, shouldn't we? If you don't like it, don't eat it—go grab salted duck eggs and fermented bean curd from the fridge yourself." Nangong Douling personally dished out rice for Li Xuduan.
Startled, I glared at Jingyu. Wasn't this guy the one who looked forward to my death the most? How did that turn into not wanting me to run myself into an early grave?
Although he had defeated the South Korean medical delegation, it was merely because the South Korean doctors were inferior in skill.
When Wanqing said this, a smile was on her face, and even the light in her eyes seemed sincere and natural. Yet such sincerity did not make Qiao Jinfan happy. Instead, she saw his sullen face as he drove in silence, looking as if she were the one who had provoked his anger.
The moment he dashed out through the hotel doors, Qin Bu'er keenly sensed numerous invisible gazes fixing upon him.
His collapse to the floor just now had not been out of fear of them, but rather shock at being caught off guard. Just like anyone, no matter how courageous, who would jump if someone ambushed behind a door suddenly let out a shout upon their entry, this was merely human instinct, having nothing to do with courage.
He was half right. Nangong Douling was indeed scheming to rescue Yuexian from the cage and help him escape the predicament, determined not to let him be dropped into a boiling cauldron of oil.
Originally, Kagura Chizuru had wanted to find the Eight Heavenly Kings and eliminate them before most of them had awakened. Even if that proved impossible, keeping track of their movements was imperative. In addition, she wanted to rally powerhouses capable of confronting Orochi and the Eight Heavenly Kings.
Perhaps he truly had found release, but what lay before those of us still living remained a web of heavy mysteries.
Natural Airhead planted the seeds in the ground anyway. Without resorting to any other method, he simply sowed the seeds directly into the tilled soil.
"Gai Jiuyou, I have come to slay you." The Lord of Shenxu strode forward, laws intertwining around him and the resonance of the Dao thundering as though he bore the Great Dao of heaven and earth itself, his terrifying might shaking the firmament.
Yet when Liu Zheng looked up, he was so startled he nearly dropped his cup. The moment he raised his head, he saw Han Zhenhan shed his cloak and leap headlong into the waters of Lake Tai.
Gu Xi's eyes flickered. Just as he reached out to take it, the monster over there suddenly made a noise. We turned our heads to look and saw it baring its teeth and puffing air from its mouth as if furious. I looked down at the jade key in my palm—could it be that it wouldn't allow Gu Xi to touch this bracelet? Sure enough, the moment Gu Xi drew his hand back, it calmed down.
Seeing this, Moganna cursed internally, yet there was nothing she could do. The moment she appeared, Zhang Zhongshu had locked onto her aura, and no matter how the situation on the field shifted, that lock had not slackened in the slightest.
Mu Zhijun gave her a gesture asking her to wait. He was standing by the French window talking on the phone, his suit jacket already taken off. An exquisite vest and trousers showed off his flawless figure, both cufflinks unfastened, his sleeves slightly rolled up, carrying an air of mature charm.
To be honest, it didn't feel wonderful in the slightest—dealing with a half-asleep, half-awake person who relied entirely on me to take care of her and showed practically no reaction.
Lin Jiajia took another moment to process before understanding what "attempted" referred to. He must have arrived in time to stop it; otherwise, if the bottle had actually been jammed in, it would not only have caused physical injury, but likely left a severe psychological trauma as well.
Yet when Bai Zhu saw the wall, fortress, and abatis built of mixed timber beams, his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
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