Chapter 38

The latter half of the sentence was naturally directed at Hai Qingyan, though she only stared in confusion, wondering what she had done to deserve his thanks.

"Yes, Your Honor." As the words fell, Xiao Yi saw the space ahead suddenly distort.

Now, everyone finally understood why Joe had said this game was a tremendous test of a couple's tacit understanding and psychological resilience.

Six quadrillion soul points and four thousand imperial crystals vanished. Before Duo, a tall, middle-aged man appeared, his demeanor overbearing and his aura as deep as an abyss; under this pressure, even Duo’s soul trembled.

The surroundings of Xiao Yi and his companions turned blue, and from time to time, one would swim past Xiao Yi.

Li Luo smiled without a word, while Gu Lianglei softly urged, "Alright, stop arguing." No sooner had she spoken than the two fell silent, looking so earnestly submissive that Gu Lianglei felt both annoyed and amused.

The battle was devoid of suspense. Caught in a surprise attack, the enemy was brought to the ground by Sutor before they could even form a decent formation. They were clearing the scene when someone returned from the front, forcing them to retreat from the battlefield in a hurry.

Hearing this, Xiao Yi looked around in confusion, but apart from broken walls and tiles, he could not see a single intact building.

Daoming Si’s mother discovered Shancai chasing after them and finally softened her heart for once; she pretended to have left something behind, allowing Daoming Si and Shancai to say their goodbyes.

He Yichen explained the circumstances in detail. "Thanks! Let’s meet up again when I get back!" Han Hong spoke with his mother once more, sharing the good news that upon his return, he planned to develop his career domestically.

"Why is her body temperature so high!" Luo Hansheng had been silent, but his opening words carried the tone of someone owed a debt.

The previous Arbiter in charge of this mission felt a stir in his heart; moved by a sudden impulse, he took in this human child who was clearly highly anomalous.

In his view, if "lofty ideals" relied on sacrificing others as a means or a path to achieve a goal, then they could not be called lofty.

"I know, several villagers from Baiyun Village saw it!" The speaker was the representative of Baiyun Village, Uncle Bai.

In the antique room, Miaoxiang sat huddled on the edge of the bed, her body rigid, not daring to move an inch.

After waiting for a moment and seeing the other party would say no more, Sima Zheng leaped up and vanished into the twilight of the light snow.

The deciding factor of this battle was never any of them, but rather the commander of the demon race.

Greed knows no bounds. She had not expected the situation to spiral into such an uncontrollable state. Liu Hui, unable to bear the weight of it, chose to flee. Shallow feelings seemed so insignificant at critical moments. Cheng Shasha felt a sense of desolation and failure like never before.

After the meal, the elderly Luo couple stood shoulder to shoulder, watching with lingering reluctance as Qiu Ruoruo changed her clothes and left.

The guard did not speak, but in his hands, he gripped an Eagle shotgun equipped with a grenade launcher, a side-mounted riot gun, and night-vision goggles. Wearing a riot helmet, the guard shone the tactical flashlight mounted on his weapon directly into Xiao Yun’s face, studying him closely.

"I'm sorry, Chairman, I know I was wrong!" Sun Zhi’s expression grew increasingly hideous; he kept his head bowed, but his eyes flashed with malice, as if he wanted to tear Lin Han and the others to shreds.

Wen Xiao had not reacted at first, but now she could feel the lingering, burning warmth of the man’s fingertips on her waist.

Lang Xiuqin looked at her, his silver hair cascading down, his gaze shifting. His pale, handsome face was tinged with a faint pink; at this moment, he was no longer the god in the eyes of others, but rather more like a wicked, demonic entity.

Xiao Yun looked around; he could not find this location on Gaode Maps. Heaven knows what was going on with this place or who had found it.

For some reason, a thought suddenly popped into Danyue’s mind: Could Chang Ze be going home just to escape military training?

Now that the news about the Song family was everywhere, it was impossible for her to pretend she didn’t know, and she would have to ask about it.

"Ruan Xiong!" Xiao Yun raged. He turned dark, his eyes becoming blood-red, and he summoned black thunder to blast the monster into dust.

He gathered all his strength, inhaling deeply, his hands supporting his abdomen as he tried to press it back in.

Even if he could control her body, he could not control her heart, and he no longer wished to bind her with those rules.

They had been prepared; if so many people in this world could practice swordsmanship, the monks of the three teachings would likely go mad.

If this fellow were not still capable of walking upright, Jeanne would have truly thought it was a frenzied beast.

Immediately changing his tone, he said, "Uh, well, can you lend me two one-yuan coins?" Duan Hongyu’s face showed a hint of embarrassment.

The Venerable is indeed Taishang Laojun, that is true, but whether you are Duan Hongyu, the Venerable does not know.

"You saw it too?" An Xiuer glanced at her, feeling somewhat surprised; she hadn’t expected that even Chunfen, who was usually rather oblivious, could notice it.

Grinding her teeth against flesh, Qi Zhen felt her hair stand on end. Although she knew Lian Su would not bite through her skin, the sensation of being gnawed on was definitely not pleasant. Bearing it as long as she could, Qi Zhen had no choice but to open her eyes and look at the scene in the picture.

Seeing Li Si’s carriage come to a halt, Zhang Liang snapped out of his thoughts and followed the Confucian scholars a few steps forward, after which Li Si and Zhao Gao stepped down from the carriage.

In the capital, as the sun set, the Emperor finished his morning duties and rushed back to Hanyuan Hall, where the imperial physician was checking the Empress’s pulse.

"I cast an extra net today." Zhang Zhen'an didn't say much more, just walked past An Xiuer and strode toward the kitchen. As he passed the main hall, the two children clutched their spoons, too terrified to even lift their heads.