Volume 1, Chapter 53: Heat

As a day passed, Snowflake's strength leaped from a first-tier spirit beast to a second-tier beast.
"It's getting late, let's go home, Snowflake!"
"Woof!"
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"What is it! You don't want to go back?"
Snowflake nodded.
"This is the wilderness, nights are dangerous here."
However, Snowflake remained unmoved.

When the sun rose in the east, casting its light through the illusory colored crystals upon this majestic and spectacular royal city, people dressed in various attire walked out of inns, restaurants, and palaces, surging toward the same direction. There, a competition of magic arts and a battle of wits would unfold.

Veins bulged one after another on the Demon Lord doll's forehead. She slowly raised her right hand, and with a snap of her fingers, Ye Xilei vanished from her chair.

There were two guards standing in front of the camp tent. Pizhu narrowed his eyes, turning his fine dragon-like brows and phoenix-like eyes into narrow, rat-like slits. Those were his only decent facial features, yet he managed to ruin them.

Above the sea surface, the orange-red muzzle flames of the cannons merged into spectacular lines of fire stretching for several nautical miles. Around the two long steel serpents, huge columns of water rose and fell one after another.

Fortunately, Xiao Qiang and the others were not dead yet. Wang Chen felt that these people were likely trapped within the ruins; otherwise, it was impossible that they hadn't returned after more than a week.

The inside of the gun turret instantly became a ghastly sight. The Japanese artillery crew inside the gun room were torn to shreds amidst the immense explosive force, transforming into bloody pulp that splattered across the surrounding walls. The high temperature and raging flames ignited the propellant charges inside the gun chamber, causing a fierce inferno that subsequently triggered a chain explosion of the ammunition.

At this very moment, Xu Fan's four warships were colliding head-on with Togo Heihachiro's six warships.

Within the ice lake, there was not only the freezing energy that locked everything in frost, but also the chilling intent that sealed everything away. Tianshan Tonglao desperately circulated the Eight Desolations Sole Dominator Skill, projecting her true qi outward to resist the bone-chilling cold, yet she still felt her body growing increasingly stiff.

Walking into the orchard, he plucked several dark-purple black plums covered in a layer of white frost from the trees, eating them as he walked. The longer these fruits hung on the branches within the spatial realm and the longer they were left to mature, the fresher, sweeter, more tender, and juicier their taste became.

"Stop knocking, Huli isn't home!" Jiang Fan had already used his perspective vision to see that Huli was not inside the house.

"What? You sent people to track us?" Hearing Ling Xiao's words, the hot-tempered Helian Nuo felt anger surge in his heart, raising his hand as if ready to start a fight.

Right now, the only thing Yue Longtian could do was wait—either wait for this Beijing-accented fellow to take the initiative to find him, or wait for a chance to find him himself.

"The taste is very good, at least not much worse than that kind of fruit-flavored milk!" A tone of certainty paired with a joyful expression made Yan Fei involuntarily pull Emilia into his arms, gently kissing her slightly pointed tips of ears, which were already tinged with a rosy blush.

"Father, since it is that person, why return to the capital? And why has no news spread from the capital yet?" the crown prince asked in confusion. At the same time, he felt a sense of relief in his heart; although he had offended the person today, his attitude afterwards had always been proper, so he shouldn't hold a grudge, right?

"Is that so?" Payne looked calmly at Son Goku. One could say such a reason was naive to the point of being ridiculous, but looking at Goku's serious expression, Payne knew that this was genuinely what he thought in his heart.

"Who goes there?!" Such a massive commotion immediately startled those in the room who had not yet fallen asleep. As the voice faded, a figure appeared—none other than Fang Yunhe, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, closely followed shortly after by Mo Xiangyun rushing out.

A child not raised by oneself is much like someone else's child. The Thirteenth Master did not consider himself to possess Uncle Bai's great sentiment and infectious charm, nor the ability to turn whatever passed before his eyes into his own pocket.

Having succeeded, Hu Lijing was overjoyed and continued to attack another Golden Core expert. Five Golden Core experts unexpectedly failed to block the three of them.

"Hmph! Trying to shatter my dual taboos is not going to be that easy!" Seeing this, Lin Tian could not help but sneer.

This lass only left him a blade of grass without writing a single word. Is she playing charades?

Rong Yan's face revealed a playful smile—an expression extremely rare for him, one he had never displayed before others.

Her husband was a soldier under Qin Xue's husband's command, and she did not want to make things difficult for her man, so she simply chose not to participate in the military wives' gossip.

"Alright, I know. Then I'll head out first. When you're not cultivating, make sure to harvest whatever is ready for me, you hear?" Qin Xue left Xue Ling with a task before heading out.

"Also, stay a bit further away from this king when you speak~" As he spoke, he took out a black handkerchief with an expression of utter disgust to wipe his face.

His brows and eyes were stern and cold; although handsome, it was bound to make people feel tense. At this moment, the night outside the window grew deeper, and the people who had been running about earlier had dwindled. Most nestled inside their homes, either talking knee-to-knee by the light of lamps or sleeping quietly, leaving only the sacred fire burning silently outside the house.

"A guardian object for the house? That means there are living people here?" Gu Zihao blurted out those words, but he regretted it the very instant he spoke them.

Perhaps because Qin Xue's gaze was too burning, Chu Moxuan saw right through the meaning she wanted to convey at a glance.

Qiu Pinchu looked toward Gu Fengzhi, who steadily caught the snowball. However, perhaps he used too much force, as half of the snowball shattered, sending snow powder splashing onto his pitch-black clothes.

The skin all over her body was as withered as the bark of an ancient forest tree spanning ten thousand years, filled with fissures and black traces.

I struck out on my own, leaving Seventh Master's side, not to become a waiter or to open a bar.

Luo Yizhi wore a qipao and sat at the dining table. After Luopuzhi sat down, Luo Yizhi went straight to the point, seemingly unwilling to waste time.

"Not going, there are too many things at work and I can't leave!" Xie Fenfang looked at the television and said with a cold attitude.

Chen Yu rarely showed such outward dominance; the temperament and living conditions formed over many years had accustomed him to keeping a low profile and exercising forbearance.

This job was not easy. The ones calling the shots weren't them; they had to obey the owner's orders and complete the renovation within the deadline.

Che Hongxuan went to the infrastructure office first and learned that old Fu had resigned and quit, while the civil engineering contractor Boss Yin was hospitalized for treatment.

Gu Qianlian ended up with Han Bai, Feng Xinglie also happily wed Bai Suxiang, and even Fan Liangji won the heart of Yunqing.

The leader of the manure regiment, "Fumen丨Dabian," had been agonizing over whether to alter the established combat strategy.

Lang Fanyun knew very well that this boded no ill wind, yet it was unavoidable, and he smiled bitterly in his heart as he dragged himself to the window.

Coming from the universally revered Grandmaster Pang Ban, these words naturally carried a vastly different weight.

"Um, I'm sorry, this isn't..." Fang Luxi was just about to explain that she wasn't drawing Li Changxuan when she was interrupted by a crisp voice.

Although their relationship had grown distant, Baita still occasionally inquired about Heyue Hua from Chen Yuanyuan.

Tang Chuxia was completely nonchalant, and Jin Haidong and the others finally understood—so that was how the matter stood.