Volume 1, Chapter 55: How Embarrassing!

Sure enough, the next moment, the circular stone-paved floor began to rotate slowly, as if detaching itself from the surrounding walls.

Secondly, the guards brought by the opposing party possessed a combat strength only slightly inferior to their own, but their numbers were twice as many, and it looked as though they would soon become impossible to hold back.

Nearby, the ammunition loader quickly hauled the assistant gunner into the trench, while the machine gunner hurriedly hoisted his weapon and relocated to a different position.

Wang Yibo was momentarily stunned, and then he burst into uproarious, arrogant laughter. He was a nightmare incarnate; how could he possibly be frightened into wakefulness by Wang Yibo himself?

As for the black-gold ginseng, the truth was that he had no use for it whatsoever. But regardless, even someone with connections still needed to go through the motions, didn't they?

As the embodiment of evil for the World Tree, it possessed the capacity to devour all things. The nourishment of an entire world led it to believe that it was in no way inferior to Mu Qingfeng.

Masao Miura cursed under his breath, and just as he did, a burst of rapid gunfire rang out from ahead—the Chinese on the opposite side had launched another assault.

Looking at the densely packed price list, Gao Hongming had only one thought running through his mind... a frantic, clearance-level blowout sale.

This was not something she had specially prepared for Ye Beiming; it was simply a surplus portion of braised pork belly.

"Well, no, I am not considering it, and besides, I don't really play the zither!" Ye Wanruo said with a slight smile.

Strictly speaking of realms, his soul and mind were merely imbued with a rather profound fifth-tier creation light; being a far cry from the peak of the creation light, it would still require some time.

The melon seed kernels in the dish were a brilliant, golden yellow, looking extremely tempting. Jian He's palate had been feeling completely bland for the past few days, so she readily seized the opportunity, entrusted the task of child-mending to Wen Ruoliu, and happily scurried over to take a seat.

"She is my sister's college classmate, and she has envied my sister for being prettier than her ever since their university days," Zixi whispered into Ling Hao's ear by way of explanation.

For the entire span of the night, He Yifeng did not close his eyes for even a quarter of an hour. He was terrified that if he shut his eyes for even a single moment, he would witness Wu Ling's life slipping away. The scent of hospital disinfectant hanging heavy in his nostrils made his aching heart feel as though it were about to burst, and despite struggling for a long time, he could not manage to steady his breathing.

Sergio's slender fingers picked up the slip of paper bearing the phone number, and with an air of indifference, tossed it straight into the trash can.

***

Meanwhile, Ye Zhong was also deep in thought and filled with anticipation, wondering what kind of tricks this Fairy Qing intended to pull. At the same time, Ye Zhong remained secretly on guard; should Fairy Qing attempt to harm him, he would not hesitate to strike first and deliver a fatal blow.

With a fair maiden in one's embrace and a beauty to warm the bed, wasn't this something everyone desired? Why would her husband want her to leave? Could it be that her husband did not like her?

Time slipped away minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, night had fallen. The banks of the Great Tian River were brilliantly illuminated, and numerous martial artists arrived from all corners of the country using various modes of transportation.

He was merely a quietly filial son who had been press-ganged into service by his parents. You don't need to mind me; please, carry on.

This was a classic representation of Yin-Yang theory, consisting of a principal and a secondary force. If a profound technique were boundless in might and exceptionally easy to cultivate, Ling Hao would by now have already reached the Tribulation Realm, or perhaps an even higher plane.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Ye Chenmeng asked Zhibao, her heart aching as she scooped up Roubao from the ground.

Two youths radiating righteousness strode forward against the sunlight, leaving Feng Yue shivering miserably in the wind.

Aside from managerial competence, running a large-scale hydroelectric power station undoubtedly required a certain degree of professional expertise. Even if one did not previously understand how a hydroelectric plant operated, they should at least possess some prior work experience within the power industry. Consequently, the pool of available candidates from which Li Mu could choose was extremely limited.

Grandfather had once said that Qing was Yue Ming's greatest enemy, existing solely because of Yue Ming, but how was Yue Ming not likewise an adversary to Qing?

Later in the afternoon, the two of them would typically watch their two disciples practice their forms in the courtyard. Feng Yue would watch with rapt attention, only to turn her head sideways on occasion and catch the so-called mentor beside her staring not at the disciples, but intently at her instead.

Later on, because Zhong Shiguang refused to forgive him due to the incidents involving Xu Nian and Bo Yan, his only recourse was to act shamelessly and linger by her side.

"Are you suggesting that a bomb can walk, make its way past layers of security checkpoints, penetrate deep into the East Railway Station, and blow it up?" Captain Li actually felt a slight urge to laugh, but he managed to hold it back. He certainly couldn't afford to ridicule Wei Renwu, especially since Wei Renwu was his savior.

"Then I will tell you the entire process right now." Yue Ming hurriedly recounted the whole sequence of events to Wei Renwu, starting from his meeting with Shu Po all the way to the arrest of Boss Li at the bar.

"What do you think? If you have already predetermined a biased guess in your mind, would any explanation of mine still matter?" Yun Qixi intentionally arched her brow with a nonchalant air, smiling with careless indifference.

"That is not how you drink the cup of intertwined wine." Sijun Hao downed the last drop of red wine in his glass and then pulled Ai Mu in for a deep kiss.

***

The shield wall shifted in unison, rising and falling as one, with each shield tightly interlocked against the next, leaving absolutely no flaw to be found.

That day at the restaurant, the way Fan Yixux looked at Ling Xiaoye was the gaze of a man looking at a woman, and moreover, one filled with profound emotion.

After walking only a short distance, a remarkably narrow mountain path indeed appeared ahead. The sound of their passage echoed in a series of rolling reverberations, and looking upward, one could see only a sliver of white light, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the legendary "A Thread of Sky."

"What is the matter? Over the past few years, I have..." Hearing Nightingale's words, the man froze noticeably, speaking with a hint of anxiousness.

By the time he pushed the Dragon Pupils to their absolute limit, the flow of time around him slowed down by several additional beats.

A hundred-percent probability ensured that I had no doubt; once the boss was stunned, it had to be immediately followed by a corrosive arrow to lower its defense before we could successfully engage. Otherwise, failing to break its defense would make the situation terribly awkward for us.

Emerging from the arena, Xue Yue had already advanced to the top 32. Fei'er hurried over with the camera crew to conduct an interview about our reflections, while Ling Xue, Qin Yun, and I pushed Ling Yue forward to field the questions, as this sort of spectacle was simply more than we could handle.

Chu Ge had never anticipated that the Soul Tomb Space Token would be in such frantic demand. The corners of his lips curved upward slightly as he continuously weighed his options among the countless precious treasures and primal divine blood displayed before him.

Once the harmonization between the two reached absolute stability, Zhan Feihong's ten fingers glided across Huang Wanqin's slender neck, initiating an extremely intricate creation of Daoist arts.

At present, at the tip of the scepter, vortexes of wind blades continually emerged around the spear blade, expanding outward to form a massive sweep of cutting edges.

In truth, prior to his junior year, his maternal grandparents still called him quite frequently. However, finding their endless nagging during every phone call bothersome, he simply stopped answering them altogether. He vividly recalled a few days when his grandparents and parents took turns bombarding his phone in a relentless relay; feeling out of sorts at the time, he ignored every single call.

Bai Fan's brow furrowed even deeper. The right arms of the three headless corpses all bore similar scars left behind by the removal of tattoos, and now, the arms of these two strangers bore those exact same scars. Could this possibly be a mere coincidence?