Volume 1, Chapter 47: All These People Deserve to Die

"Cough... puff..."
Having just changed his clothes and stepped into the small courtyard, Ye Fusang spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed unconscious.
"Young Master!" Seeing this, Ningzhen quickly carried him onto the bed. "Manman, go fetch a physician quickly!"

Gazing at the hood brought before him, Danzo evaluated the young man with a gaze full of profound meaning.
Taking the transcribed examination paper from Qin Fei, Xiao Tianrui began to deliberate carefully. A few pages of the answers caused Xiao Tianrui to nod repeatedly, and at times he could not help but slam the table in applause.

He said, "My suggestion is this and that; we must do it this way." Occasionally, he even signed decrees in the royal fashion, writing only his baptismal name.
Upon hearing this, the few people at the table were all startled, their expressions varying. Xiao Tianrui naturally knew Qin Fei's true capabilities, and upon hearing that Qin Fei had failed the examination, he was also slightly taken aback.

What a massive hippopotamus! Although Zhou Jiping had seen this creature a few times, he had never observed one from such close proximity. Weighing well over a ton, its gigantic nostrils blew heavy breaths as it nervously shifted its massive body, continuously making noises to intimidate everyone and warn them not to approach.

Just after this prompt, several illusions suddenly appeared. At that very moment, an unexpected system prompt rang out.
"How were the corpses of those assassins handled? Any new discoveries? Anything unusual?" Zhou Jiping made small talk.

If the growth of these demonic beasts cannot be controlled, this will be the greatest disaster for the White Cloud Empire. No, perhaps it will become a shared catastrophe for all nations across the entire continent.
In response to this, Edward specifically designated an estate spanning a thousand acres to serve as a camp for the orphans.

The others maintained their guard over their respective sectors, while Zhao Kun in the middle had nothing to do. Yet he remained very tense, his eyes darting about nervously...
"Why let him in?" Qiu Luoling asked aside, feeling puzzled. This wealthy patron was not lacking in money, but his level was a bit low—level 34.

At this moment, one could certainly risk death to loot equipment, but if one were to die now, there was a very high probability that the picked-up equipment would also drop out.
[Heavenly Soul Mercenary Corps Reboot Scroll]: Upon use, you will restart the once-celebrated Heavenly Soul Mercenary Corps and become its current leader.

"We've arrived." Following Zhutian's reminder, they looked into the distance and could finally see the center of the hills shrouded by that approaching giant sphere of light, feeling a rather strange sensation.
"That's true. How about this, you grind levels with us, and we can discuss things along the way," Zhutian suggested.

"Calm down, calm down!" The elderly chieftain leaped onto the massive, majestic snow horse, cracking his whip with a loud snap, and the Snow Clan gradually grew calm.
Because if Lynch wanted to change the tragedy in this anime, he had to change it thoroughly, right from the very beginning.

When their leader was attacked, the surrounding wood elves and high elves all aimed their arrows at Rebecca, preparing to shoot her down first.
Artemis was horrified. A wave of pain surged into her consciousness, and when she turned her head, she saw that her Achilles tendon had been severed. The fair fibers and muscles were clearly visible, and blood welled from the sinew, dripping down continuously.

I had been living leisurely in the outskirts of the city for over half a month when I suddenly received a notice from Sumoer telling me to sneak into the palace the next night at midnight to execute the swap. I was finally about to welcome a brand-new life. Although I was somewhat excited, for some reason, my heart still harbored a faint unease.
Putting aside the ten million RMB worth of gold, those level 130 rare materials alone were worth far more than ten million.

Murong Zhang, the young master of the Three-Blade Sect, had never suffered such a crushing defeat since his debut, nor had he ever been in such a wretched state.