Volume 1, Chapter 33: Consecutive Summons, None Surpass Li

"I want to perform a triple draw, focusing on martial prowess!" Liu Xie declared with immense bravado.

[Ding! The system does not support triple draws.]

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Tang Tang unceremoniously picked up a crispy shrimp; it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, leaving an endless aftertaste—it was truly the work of a master.

The short man had a height disadvantage. After Ye Zheng kicked a dozen others, he went to kick him as well, keeping his leg at his habitual height, landing a strike squarely on the man's face.

Chu Li nodded with a smile. In that fleeting moment, her expression was like a graceful snow lotus blooming atop a snowy peak, resplendent in its beauty.

Back then, she had first met Lin Ruobai at the foot of Spirit God Mountain. Even though the old man hadn't told her Lin Ruobai's true identity, she could still imagine her status on the mountain.

The Emperor pondered for a long time before remembering such a person—a man of crude temperament and immense physical strength who seemed to have a personal connection with Prince Li.

The two staff members blocking the Glazed Water felt a surge of anger. Seeing the commotion, the photography department, having been alerted by their superiors to specifically handle the broadcast, rushed over with their cameras in tow.

"Sister Huang, besides telling you, has she spoken to anyone else about this matter? For instance... the company?" Han Shenyan’s mind raced, and after a moment of thought, he asked.

Qiao Lian stared nervously behind her, terrified that Shen Liangchuan might follow them out and overhear their conversation.

This reprimand, carrying the frigid climate of the Antarctic, struck Anne like a cold, gleaming ice shovel, slamming her back into reality.

Upon entering, his wise eyes locked onto Mei Feng. Though he remained silent, the aura of nobility emanating from his tall frame made one feel an involuntary urge to prostrate at his feet.

Seeing that his time was running out, He Yu's expression grew increasingly grave. But no matter how sullen he looked, a lack of opportunity was just that—no amount of anxiety would change it.

The final remark He Yu added was merely a joke, but Luo Pu took it seriously and immediately agreed to it.

Typical yellow and red jadeite are only considered slightly high-grade raw materials; they are not top-tier. Unless they are exceptional, like the rare golden jadeite or the priceless blood jadeite, they cannot be called masterpieces. Otherwise, if they were everywhere, they would be as cheap as cabbages.

The Murong tribe of the Xianbei occupied Yecheng, taking full control of the Central Plains. The Xianbei rose to become the ruling class. Although the Yan imperial court adopted Han institutions, establishing the Nine Ministers and various official posts, the lower and middle levels still adhered to traditional Xianbei customs.

Ye Feng's uncle asked him if there would be any issues with the burial now. Ye Feng replied that it would be fine; no matter what, nothing else could possibly go wrong.

Liu Shouguang had absorbed the life force of eight hundred and eighty-eight ghosts, his entire body feeling invigorated and clear. Seeing the remaining ghosts, he found them already kneeling before him.

Ning Xia couldn't help but chuckle to herself, wondering what was wrong with her eyes—one moment she saw yellow mist, the next red mist. Was she going blind before even reaching old age? She rubbed her eyes and stared with intense focus; this time, she saw a faint yellow mist and red mist intertwined.

"That bastard!" Lin Sitong felt a sudden surge of irritation as the dial tone abruptly sounded on the other end of the line.

"The best way, of course, is..." Long Xiang stopped abruptly. "Let me think again. I haven't come up with a secure plan yet." After a moment, he shook his head, indicating he hadn't thought of a suitable solution.

Although He Yu had already eaten outside, he had since digested his meal, and the aroma stirred his appetite once more.