"I raised him, and I do so willingly."

"Oh come on, Miko, you are so boring." Mrs. Kasahara leaned in closer, a bright smile on her face as she playfully twirled a strand of Miko's dark hair.

Meanwhile, Michael, the fighter jet pilot, was flying a monotonous escort mission alongside the AWACS. He scanned his surroundings—the airspace was clear, and a passenger airliner was approaching in the distance.

Half a minute later, Zhu Qihua bolted out of the bathroom like a gust of wind, leaving Tao Yaoyao standing alone in bewilderment.

Switching to the livestream, Xiao Tao on the screen was pestering Yang Liuli to buy her a bottle of cola. Yang Liuli remained unmoved, refusing to give her any chance of gaining weight.

"Fine, pretend I didn't say anything." Fujiwara Rinsha gently stroked her cool hair and tapped open the system interface, bringing a sleek blue panel into view.

Perhaps Lu Jin's gaze was simply too intense; during a break in filming for touch-ups, Xiao Tao seemed to sense it and looked right over.

Four decades ago, the government had already issued an official decree establishing the rule that "the light emitted by the moon induces genetic mutations in human beings."

This time, the only arrivals were two elders of the Star Palace, led by four Deity Transformation prodigies. Xiang Zhiyi, Old Monster Feng, Devilish Ancestor Hu, and Che Laoyao of the Myriad Beast Valley—who had all long wandered the mortal realm in search of spatial nodes—had all gathered here.

Generally speaking, the F-35 was capable of vertical takeoff and landing, requiring no runway roll within its designated takeoff and landing circle. But now, seeing the green-vested ground crew about to be plowed down, Major Takakai had no choice but to rush and maneuver his aircraft into motion.

Tao Yaoyao thought this excuse was simply wonderful, utterly unaware of what kind of "misfortune" this single sentence would later bring her.

Once past the Treeman Village, the likelihood of encountering danger ahead would diminish significantly. They were all natives of southern borderlands, and alongside Mu Wan'er from Taipei, the toxic insects in the mountains could do them no harm at all.

The excitement had worn him out. After landing, it was Ah Dai who woke him up, following which he hoisted Ah Dai onto his back and hurried out of Shuangliu Airport. Outside, a Land Rover was already waiting for them.

Although Siqing had lost his prestigious title as the director of the woodworking factory, it did not affect his ability to make money in the slightest. Yet, he still harbored a knot in his heart: long after the National Day holiday had passed, Chen Erhu showed no intention of heading out again.

Realizing his own strength was insufficient, Lei Xie lunged forward, hurling himself onto the beast, and both crashed heavily to the ground.

The man was rather tall, and the look he cast toward Tang Yao was as though he were gazing upon a dead man.

"Another one seeking death!" barked the old man at the very back of the formation. Following a dull thud, He Yongxi's body was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, leaving his life or death momentarily unknown.

The monstrous aura that originally enveloped the Heavenly Demonic Emperor rapidly dissolved the moment it touched the Demon-镇 (Suppressing) Sword, instantly neutralizing the formidable offensive.

The figure in black began to sprint in the direction of his escape, just as the sound of approaching hooves echoed from not far away.

Tang Yao glanced back at the bound Bai Su, and a rising surge of fury slowly ignited within his heart.

When the Centipede King lunged forward, Shao Han was already fully prepared. Seeing the glowing light flash atop the centipede's head, Shao Han flickered and vanished into the void.

Yet she had no spare capacity for other thoughts, focusing entirely on Qixin. Since Yichuan had materialized precisely when Qixin ran into trouble, everything could now be explained.

A moment later, he finally released her, his arms gripping her tightly around the waist to keep her from collapsing into a heap. Seeing her flushed cheeks, the amusement in the depths of his eyes grew even warmer.

"If I were to have you marry Changgong, would you be willing, Cui'er?" Jia Xu did not mind Guo Cui's cold demeanor at all, casually tossing out a bombshell of a question.

For a full twelve hours, Zhao Hua was pulverized countless times, only to reassemble each time relying on the divine power of his undying body. With every rebirth, his cellular structure grew tougher and more resilient.

Zheng Chu, having just wrapped up a sweeping rampage, angrily marched toward Chu Xuan's room, shouting the aforementioned words the entire way. With the safety and survival of everyone hanging in the balance, his frayed nerves had driven him to seek out Chu Xuan for a countermeasure.

Though Tianlan had not lied to her, he had been vague and evasive regarding the immortal elder Yunxiao in the Hundred Flowers Valley, brushing it over quickly without mentioning the heaven-defying god-cultivation technique Yunxiao had imparted. He spoke of Shuang'er from the Bathing Spirit Forest, yet left the truth behind Shuang'er's death shrouded in ambiguity.

Ling Wei gazed at Wuming, who lay gravely wounded on the ground, as a blood-chilling frost began to gleam in her pupils. A single clear tear fell, accompanied by her whispered vow: "Wuming, if any harm comes to you, I will make the Flame Emperor Star burn in ruin as your companion. You shall not be lonely."

Yecheng was a crucial stronghold of Jizhou, boasting towering walls and deep moats that were not easily breached—it was the foundational bedrock of Yuan Shao's power in the north. If they could hold Yecheng to the death, it would prove quite difficult for Cao's army to break through.

Caiyun glanced at them and turned up her nose in disdain. Li Yuan宝 had learned nothing else from Chen Mei'e, but he had picked up her shameless, ruffian-like ways to perfection.

Just as the Seventh Elder had lamented in his grief, far from serving as a positive source of inspiration, his death only plunged the cultivators of the Dongwu family into deeper terror, making them all the more reluctant to enter the battlefield.

Lan Ruoxi felt a burning itch of hatred; if she were to shout out right now, most people would probably just assume they were a couple having a routine lovers' quarrel.

However, before any of them could strike, the stone door suddenly erupted with an irresistible suction force. Most bizarrely, the pull targeted Tang炎 alone, completely ignoring everyone else.

When a squad of imperial guards, clad in peculiar attire and marching with strange strides, arrived before the Beihai Commandery Prince's mansion, the entire capital was sent into an uproar.

King Jin was speechless. What more could he say? Yang Teng had dropped all hypocritical pretenses, making it abundantly clear that he intended to wipe out the Zijin Dynasty with no room for negotiation whatsoever.

"Hey, you stinky dragon, you're hurting me!" Setiel's shrill squeal grew even louder as her claws clenched tightly in pain.

Shen Daojian muttered a silent internal complaint. If it came to brute force, that would be one thing, but with so many saints lowering their pride to plead with him, he simply couldn't muster the shamelessness to refuse.

"Right, what was I about to say again?" Oliveto blinked, wearing an expression of utter confusion.

"What's all the shouting about? One more peep out of you, and I'll send the lot of you to the eastern side of the fortress to clean up those monsters." Instantly, everyone fell silent.

Suddenly, Magistrate Xu laughed and said, "Today's drinking game requires that the head of your toast incorporate a line from the Analects, while the dregs of your cup must relate to the banquet before us. Those who succeed shall drink a cup of their own accord; those who fail shall be penalized with an extra goblet."