Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Heir's Betrothal! The Tower!

Elam's injuries were not particularly severe; he had simply fallen unconscious, a fact Chu Yun had diagnosed right away. Even so, he was sent to what was said to be the finest hospital in the city, a privilege many severely wounded victims of the explosion could not afford.

"Tell me, in your eyes, what is righteousness, and what is wickedness? I give you half an incense stick of time to ponder." Having said this, the white-browed elder fell silent.

For the squad guarding the military provisions, losing two members was a blow to everyone's heart. What weighed most heavily on their minds was presumably the base's delayed dispatch of reinforcements. The snow of the past few days slowly melted beneath the weak sunlight, and perhaps before long, the world would return to its original appearance.

However, Wang Wei's thoughts were altogether too naive. When they went to dine again that evening, they found the place quite crowded. Hundreds of children were on the ground floor, chattering endlessly. Yet, they merely lingered on the ground floor for a moment, and by the time Wang Wei approached, his face flushed red.

"Uncle, when on earth will it be delivered? Is it really today?" Having waited for so long, Master Ren could not help asking the steward in charge of the business negotiations, wondering if there had been a mistake with the date.

Chen Jiran felt somewhat relieved upon realizing this. Only now, seeing the two children appear safely before her, did her heart finally settle.

Yet the so-called peace was broken nonetheless. In the open expanse between the nations of Fruk and Graz, Slud's theater descended. Ymir and his troops hid quietly here, preparing to welcome Slud's arrival.

"Very well, for your father's sake, I will spare you." Yuyan made a playful grimace and released his acupuncture points.

The entire sky grew desolate and still. Only at this moment did the five Core Formation cultivators realize that something was amiss.

Like him, every other soldier wished they had been born with an extra pair of hands. They carried as many weapons as they possibly could, their entire bodies draped with long and short firearms.

Meanwhile, Lu Xiu, who was conversing with Viktor, also noticed someone approaching his office.

Countless warships, as if piercing through the fabric of time and space, converged in the fleeting moment after Xingtian was temporarily suppressed, colliding from countless angles and myriad spatial dimensions.

Ji Lengxing felt a surge of relief in his heart. By buying just a little time, his father had indeed arrived—evidently, the aura from the clash between Zhao彦 (Zhao Yan) and Xu Qingfeng had already been sensed.

To take a step back, even if Cai Jing were spared execution, banishment would be his ultimate fate; he could never become the chancellor of the Great Song.

Deacon Miao and the others had originally shared the same thought as Sect Master Zhang, believing they would at most suffer some physical pain combined with psychological humiliation.

Yet it would never have imagined that one day, it would end up with its mind bewildered and its will subverted by another.

"For a five-thousand-year-old fossil, your physical frame is holding up quite well," Guilliman said, glancing around. In the distance, Sicarius had pulled his sword from the traitor's body, reaching down to lift Berla from the ground. Around them, the corpses of traitors littered the field, and only the loyalist stood firm.

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Yet every time, she lacked the courage to raise her head and look at Huo Yanchen for long, always shrinking back timidly like a quail.

In the current situation, with Li Xuanjing refusing to cross the finish line, this was the absolute best opportunity for Andrei to snatch the championship. If they waited for Li Hongjing to be persuaded, the championship would be gone.

The biscuits contained high-calorie lard, sometimes butter, sesame, peanuts, sugar, salt, and various other ingredients.

She was the one who had racked her brains to get close to him, laying a trap for him to walk into, and now she wanted to run away just like that? Not a chance.

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"What on earth is going on here? Who is making a racket at our Mercenary Guild?" At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and strode over.

Even if Li Muyuan hadn't summoned him to the central army tent late last night to assign missions, Cheng Chumou would have assumed today would be just like yesterday—tossing a few dozen grenades and then returning to camp for a meal.

"How is it?" Chen Tianxiu asked curiously. In truth, he felt rather guilty, as he had followed an online tutorial to make this bowl of noodles.

Therefore, Gongsun Lan had not a single shred of patience for Li Muyuan. On ordinary days, her expressions consisted entirely of eye-rolls and disdain, looking at him precisely as one would look at an uncultivated upstart.

The people below, seeing this scene, completely forgot about the newly fallen Yang Wei and widened their eyes to watch Chen Tianxiu's performance.

Had they not been restrained by their handlers, had they not been bound by massive iron chains, they likely would have bolted forward long ago to kill and slake their thirst for blood.

"Basketball is truly an indispensable part of my life, my absolute passion. Today I simply couldn't resist coming to take a look. Word has it that if your skills aren't up to par here, you wouldn't even dare step onto the court—this is the holy land of basketball in Shencheng."

A gym, a nutrition room, a card room, and even a dedicated room set aside as a pharmacy, where a salaried doctor had been hired.

"Elder Sun, your medical skills are no whit inferior to those of the Imperial Hospital, and Uncle Yu relies heavily upon you as well. I beg you, think of another way!" Wenren Jinping urged anxiously.

Without sufficient strength as a backing, no matter how much the Shen family grew, they would only be making wedding garments for someone else. Since they would face this situation sooner or later, it was better to seek a powerful patron in advance.

Aside from Foundation Establishment beasts, a vast array of heavy firepower had been deployed here. Even if these could not slay the Core Formation beasts, they would at least suffice to stem their advance and buy time.