Chapter 31

Li Biao let out a cold snort and asked, "Then what do you propose?" Huang Tianpeng had braved life and death with Li Biao in the past and held high seniority; even if Li Biao were dissatisfied, he would not dare to say so to his face.

Guo Jia felt a jolt. Though he was hedonistic and enjoyed drinking and consuming the primitive narcotic known as Five-Stone Powder, he was a top-tier strategist of the Three Kingdoms period and possessed an acute instinct for danger. He sensed the slight shift in Cao Cao’s tone immediately.

With the results in and after meeting up with Kobe, who had served as the referee, everyone returned to the hotel, bringing today’s NBA tour to an end.

"Ye... yes." She was still in his arms, and as she looked up, it was inevitable that he would see her bright red lips at such close range, causing Zhang Luoye’s heart to skip a beat.

Ever since he had been given a hard time by Lee Hyori at Yoo Jae-suk’s house, Zhao Ziyi had not taken the initiative to call her again; or rather, for over a month, he had been avoiding her.

Did these people need to unite? If so, how should they go about it? If they did not, how should they cope with a phenomenon that was becoming increasingly common throughout the Northwest?

As the prow of the ship disintegrated, the entire vessel shook violently. The iron-clad warship did not falter in the slightest, its sharp ram continuing to push forward.

Ace watched Ron Artest’s defense and found it hard to imagine what those guys in 2004 were doing. Could this kind of defense really earn someone the Defensive Player of the Year award?

The old man simply dropped the words, "Law synthesis, spirit technique," and then hung up cleanly, offering no further explanation.

"Fine, fine, report it. Ace will definitely pay the fine for me. But I really can’t say what I just mentioned; it will cause trouble. Of course, I’ll tell you in private after the game," Barkley said with a lecherous grin, not caring at all if the director issued him a fine.

"Besides that, the Heavenly Court has several missions: to mend the Heavenly Dao, to perfect the prehistoric world, and... to fight for the survival of the prehistoric world."

Since arriving in the capital, Xiao Hong had remained holed up in his prince's residence, having visited the old emperor in the palace only once.

Clearly, if it were not for their fear of Ye Wu, the mastiff would have devoured the shoe long ago instead of keeping it until now.

"Mother Qi, I came here this time to ask for your help." Shi Hui followed close behind her, beaming and shamelessly acting like a spoiled child.

She laughed with unbridled abandon, her gaze burning and unmasked as she stared at Mu Huainian, who was walking toward her.

Six months after the Prince of Qin passed away, the Military Industry Joint Office took the lead, with the Investigation Division providing support, to select two locations for the training of a new army.

The bamboo forest had not grown much; it grew entirely along the sides of the stream. On both sides of the forest were very steep slopes covered in wild trees and weeds.

Now, it was not just Beijing—with the addition of Shaanxi, Shanxi, and partnerships with southern markets, the railway project alone was fundamentally different from the development of the original British Industrial Revolution.

Old Father Wang was a man who had weathered great storms. After this massive flood, the crops would all need to be replanted, and there might even be an epidemic.

He had pondered for a long time over what to give him that would be neither too conspicuous nor fail to please him.

A soft, feminine voice rang out, and a large mass of fat wrapped in python robes landed on the mountain peak. With a white snake head and black eye markings, his two vertical pupils were soul-chilling. Two grey snakes, condensed from primordial energy, coiled around his body, each biting into a corpse—these were the two Four-Blood Imperial Guards who had gone missing during the chase.

Ba Han’s engine had been blown out, causing him to lose power. As he fell from the sky, he spotted the opponent’s machine and, disregarding everything, used his mechanical arm to grab one of them, dragging the enemy down with him as he crashed into a stone pillar.

"Eunuch, you must be mistaken, surely? We are all meant to be the Emperor’s concubines." Someone said anxiously. Even in her urgency, she did not lose her head, knowing that a lone hand could not clap, and pulled someone else along with her.

She did not say how to punish Dan Xiao but instead asked the Crown Prince for his opinion. On the surface, it was humble, but in reality, her intentions were vicious: "Doesn't Dan Xiao rely on being the Crown Prince’s person? I will let you see how the Crown Prince punishes his own."

Chen Xia remained silent, holding the grilled meatball. Indeed, she still could not get used to this bland taste.

Stretching out her finger to point, Heya looked in the direction she indicated; through the gaps between the trees, one could just catch a glimpse of the buildings of Xiangguo Temple.

"Baby, look, brother’s three beads earlier—only one hit the red bead, and the other two missed. Later, when we play our game, as long as you hit more beads than I do, you win."

"I wonder what exactly the Second Senior Brother is trying to say?" Rong Qian stroked the teacup in her hand, her face revealing no sign of displeasure.

"I specifically chose your city, isn't that right?" NK whispered in Chen Xia’s ear, his tone full of smug surprise, though Chen Xia felt only astonishment.

The thing people fear most is not enduring pain themselves, but watching their loved ones suffer while being powerless to help. Helian Heya had not yet experienced this, but from Xiangling, she seemed to understand it somewhat: that feeling of willing to suffer and endure hardship oneself rather than letting someone important suffer the slightest grievance.

Who could have guessed that the damned procuress would have such a loud voice, causing all the patrons and girls in the entire brothel to run out and gawk at him?

The ice-type innate essence energy gushing from the Ice Mansion continuously drew in the ice-type spirits, causing them to swarm into Ji Fan’s body, where they were then bound, refined, and gradually merged into every part of his being.

"Dad, are we really just going to let them go like this?" Yang Lu, who had been hiding in fear, became haughty again once Mu Chen had left.

He was cold by nature; were it not for necessity, he could even be described as a man without patience, yet he had given all his patience to Nuan'er alone.

Qu Yu and the other two had all drunk quite a bit of alcohol. The tipsiness went to their heads, making these three young masters—who were usually accustomed to being pampered—even more arrogant than usual.

The ability he awakened in his final stage was the power to devour a certain reality, though the limitations were immense: it could only be used once a month.