Chapter 37

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Jin Jiansheng had been hiding in his room since yesterday, terrified that his father might catch sight of him and give him a beating. When he heard his mother screaming for help, his conscience pricked him, and he opened the door, but the moment he saw the glinting kitchen knife held before his mother, his courage vanished entirely.

Gu Mo saw that Lan Xi had been lured into the mirror without the slightest effort, and he immediately let out a wild, insolent laugh.

However, there were several things Yasuo could not fathom. It was only the 19th year of the Great Pirate Era, and in the original story, Zoro should not have set sail yet. Why would he appear so far away from Shimotsuki Village?

"Just because I don't drink doesn't mean I'll get drunk." He Silang’s icy gaze pierced straight into Zhou Yuanyuan’s eyes, as if he meant to carve her to pieces.

Wan Qi raised an eyebrow, but he didn't know the exact time, did he? In any case, he always came and went without a trace. When the time came, he would leave on his own, so Wan Qi was not worried about him.

Because the murderer feared discovery, they had torn all the blood-stained fabric to shreds, taking part of it away.

Yet, despite this, Du Yuexi showed no mercy, still smiling as she spoke with unwavering determination.

Beiming Xie did not want to clash with Jiang Yixing, at least not at this moment. He would endure what he could; it was merely a matter of priority, so what harm was there in letting him have his way?

Because they were clearly only a few years older than him, yet they stood a generation above him—it was truly unfair.

In Wan Qi's eyes, the darkness in the room was like ink diluted by water; the blackness around her grew thinner, and the scene before her became increasingly clear. Light emerged, and the room brightened rapidly.

As he spoke, he reached out to seize the magical treasures, intending to use the Throne of the Thunder Emperor to suppress the void and claim them all for himself.

Just then, a purple spirit ring swirled around Jiang Chen’s left hand. Just as Tian Zudu had said, he was now actually able to skillfully wield this purple spirit ring.

Toyotomi Shinma immediately spun his body, swinging the Great Oodenta Mitsuyo treasure sword fiercely at Brother Pig.

The others looked at him with curiosity; one had to know that throughout this journey, he had only watched and listened, observing everyone else’s idle chatter.

Everyone had faced this battle with the mindset that it would be their last. Unexpectedly, it was truly miraculous, like a dream, that they had actually won.

The experts of the Profound Martial Realm could do nothing against Tang Lichuan, so he was even less capable. In an instant, all thoughts of revenge vanished into thin air. His level was far too different from Tang Lichuan's; if he really insisted on a confrontation, he would only be the one to suffer in the end.

When Chu Baisheng, carrying a powerful surge of internal energy, attacked to within half a meter of Yang Feng, Yang Feng simply held his teacup in his left hand, savoring the aroma of the tea, while slowly extending his right hand.

Because he had never once seen a slave walk out of this mine alive.

A spray of flames erupted from his palm, engulfing the two halves of Lou Tinglei's body and immediately setting them ablaze.

Over the past seven days and nights, this was not the first time Yang Feng had fainted. Previously, whenever the pain reached its peak, Yang Feng would lose consciousness, only to be jolted awake by even sharper agony, letting out heart-wrenching screams.

Long Teng quickly pulled a dozen ice-crystal shards from his pack and, with a flick of his wrist, threw three of them. Three screams rang out in the courtyard, and men immediately fell to the ground, dead.

As the wind blades vanished, a strange flute melody began to drift through the air. The eerie rhythm wandered wantonly through the sea of orcs. The weather began to shift, and thick fog rolled in.

The old man did not turn around, his eyes fixed unblinkingly ahead, yet there was nothing in front of him but darkness!

Wang Xuan specifically ordered the sniper Liu Zhonghua to find a favorable position and, if necessary, take decisive measures to secretly protect the personal safety of Yang Guoxia.

At this moment, all of his focus was drawn to the Diamond Glazed Body within him. The moment Lu You regained consciousness, he could clearly perceive the tremendous transformation of his physical form.

Gu Du knew that if he truly wanted to help Qin Yang, the only way was to facilitate his marriage to Zhang Sitong once again.

"Probably not. If she wanted to harm us, there would be no need to give us the lanterns," the driver shook his head.

Xi Feng immediately retrieved the "Thunderbolt Blade." He handed the blade to Long Teng and recounted the story of Baili Fei’s forging once more.

The way he spoke was chilling; he was not easy to deal with. Fortunately, Young Master Heng discovered one thing: his accent betrayed him as a Kenyan, and this individual was none other than another of Feisheng's top henchmen.

"I think you're wrong to act like this. Your aunt nagging you just shows that she cares about you!" Duoduo said, sitting down on the bench.

The Thunder Dragon kept its eyes fixed on the Nirvana Star Pill, ignoring the people around it. However, this was the first time everyone had been able to see the Thunder Dragon from such close quarters. Its scales and antennae were clearly visible, with arcs of electricity flickering across them, and the intense pressure, even through the light barrier, was clearly felt by all.

Changyang Mountain stretched from south to north across the west of Lerao. If our army were to rescue the captives, the enemy could lead their heavy cavalry charging down from the mountains; the sheer momentum would be powerful, effectively increasing their combat strength.

The destruction of the command headquarters meant more than just the loss of officers; stationed beside the headquarters were the city’s most loyal and elite troops, placed there by Hou Tongtian to respond to emergencies. No one expected such an incident to occur, and they were wiped out in one fell swoop by the warships.