Volume 1, Chapter 43: Assassin of the Ancient Gods Society
To reach the location of the Northern Fierce Sun Army from the capital to the border frontline, one had to bypass the Great Yellow River and take a long, circuitous route.
Perhaps you might ask, why not travel by water via the Great Yellow River instead?
What plunged me into utter darkness and despair was not merely her desire for my death and her casting me into this hell, but a single remark of his that filled me with a profound and piercing hatred toward Wu Shenghe and all of them.
As soon as I stepped inside, I witnessed what was happening: a rugged man and an elderly woman were sitting in the clinic, the old woman looking deeply distressed, and the man wearing an expression of fury.
"Are you certain your involvement in this matter is truly as simple as that?" I gazed at Master Chen, who remained silent, and asked word by word.
While sitting on the merry-go-round, Shaojun's words at the restaurant entryway flashed through my mind, causing another wave of turmoil in my heart. She had said: You don't know, Ziyan never goes to places like that.
As soon as Zheng Shijia finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in an uproar. Su Yin's complexion changed instantly, because Zheng Shijia's words undoubtedly shifted the blame entirely away from the production crew.
Black Wind, you have succeeded. You have successfully trained me into a true angel of hell, an angel of hell who neither smiles nor weeps.
The scarabs flew nearly a circle around Kalagray, and from the surface alone, they discovered one hundred and twenty-seven rotting corpses, ninety-three mutated giant ravens, two black insect nests, and one gathering ground for corrupted hounds.
On the train, Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo were both occupying the upper berths. Not yet ready to rest, they sat on the seats by the window, watching the scenery outside.
Nor could he be certain of what Dongfang Ziyan had said just before hanging up the phone. On Dongfang Ziyan's end, it was clearly an unknown variable; a person resurrected from the dead could actually appear here—he dared not imagine what her reaction would be once she learned the truth.
After Lianyi and Tianyi left Lingcheng, an indignant Tianyi dragged Lianyi back to the Divine Dragon Clan.
"Pfft," Ji Wenwen was amused by Zou Qiqi's question and burst out laughing, and the atmosphere relaxed somewhat.
Unfortunately, plans could never keep up with changes. The three fortifications were not run by fools; inside were not recruits who didn't even know how to fire a gun, but strictly trained soldiers. The moment the pillbox was blown up, those three fortifications began firing frantically, blowing whistles while shooting, and simultaneously launched signal flares into the sky.
On the elevated platform at the very front stood a table. It was uncertain who would preside over this meeting shortly.
The first gun was assembled, yet Liu Jiajun's hands did not slow down in the slightest. He had practiced the assembly process countless times before, and his familiarity with these firearms far surpassed that of the girls he had slept with in the past.
"Summoners are out of the question, so leave the rest to me. I can hardly contain myself anymore." The swordsman's eyes glowed with a green light.
The sedan was carried by four people, with a bronze-cast crane adorning the front pole. White gauze hung from the top of the sedan down to the lotus seat, and the figure sitting inside was indistinct, visible only as wearing a white hat and holding a Buddhist gesture in one hand while twirling prayer beads with the other.
Jorle, who had nearly been pierced by the longsword, felt a lingering panic. How long had it been since he last faced the threat of death? "Bang!" Pushing outward with both hands, the ice shield wedged between them rapidly melted into water, splashing toward Alan.
Before long, the square-faced warrior came running out together with a thin, slender rogue adventurer. At a glance, I chuckled—it turned out to be an acquaintance.
"Emperor Lin, your subordinate is here. What are your orders?" The guard's red eyes clearly indicated he belonged to the same clan as Huo Linfei.
Being able to pay for meals through labor was something she was naturally more than willing to do, given that every single coin she had was of vital importance.