Chapter 30
A gust of wind blew the curtains open, and a flash of lightning illuminated the night sky, casting a stark light into the room and revealing the snow-white, bared teeth of the gluttonous beast. In that moment, a chilling air of the uncanny took hold.
Ji Lingling found the reasoning sound; a self-contained system is the most difficult to breach unless one waits for it to unlock itself. Yet, how could an independent system driven into such a defensive state ever be easily compromised?
The tension that had previously gripped the room dissipated slightly thanks to Dr. Zhang’s half-joking remark, bringing a sense of relief to Yan Miao.
The warrior in question was none other than "Who Can Stand Up to My Pride." Forced into a corner, he finally struck back. His retort was devoid of a single vulgar word from start to finish—creative, sharp, and a direct execution of justice.
The old monk handed all three pig trotters to Mu Fengzhi, who devoured them with such intensity that it seemed to darken the sky and eclipse the sun.
However, she did not have a car, and it was impossible to hail a taxi in Lanze Garden. Left with no other choice, she had to call Chu Zixiao.
By sheer coincidence, during the previous "entrapment-style" charge, that fellow Liu Xiahui had killed an enchanted zombie, thereby freeing up an enchantment slot.
He had stolen his mother away and usurped the attention she used to give him. He wished for nothing more than for his father to make a mistake—the more, the better—hoping he would never be able to rise again.
She was someone who could not sit still. After lying in bed for two days, she could no longer bear it. Since Rong Zheng would not let her go to Guiji Hall, she busied herself in the vegetable greenhouses.
"I don't want to die." After a brief exchange with Ye Xuan, fear flickered across Yan Chumo's face.
The soldiers behind them were in relentless pursuit. Ye Feng did not understand the Burmese language; he only knew they were closing in on him.
He Yue-ran spoke, turning her palm to reveal a long black sword. Instantly, a powerful fluctuation emanated from the black spirit blade.
A tremendous force surged from the fan, causing the webbing between his thumb and forefinger to ache. Forced by necessity, he gripped the fan with both hands, desperately blocking the sword strike.
He had actually felt a bit apprehensive earlier, when he used the Flame Dragon God Armor to withstand Elder Zuo’s ten thousand blades.
"The Yellow Zombie cannot block this sword. Go do what you must." Jingshui stood tall and said in a gentle voice.
"Brother Jun, don't forget your roots. Even if you've struck it rich, don't bully your own kin; if you have the ability, go compete with outsiders." The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, usually at odds, stood united on the same front today.
His words were no exaggeration; given the current strength of the two teams, a draw was indeed the best possible outcome.
Li Kai had monopolized all the seafood in Jiangzhou City; anyone wanting high-end seafood would surely have to go through him.
Li San walked ahead to guide Jun Zimo, while Chen Si went to summon the brothers to the training grounds. Neither man was particularly burly, but they were exceptionally robust, moving with a magnificent, imposing air.
As soon as this was said, many began to introduce themselves, but Lu Ze paid them no mind.
He had now joined a world-class top-tier team, surrounded by some of the most powerful people on the planet.
This thing was far more sophisticated than dry ice! Could this "Snow Princess" actually be an exile, using trendy and explosive stage effects to captivate a bunch of grown men?
Xiao Qingshan took a deep breath, gripped the shaft of the spear, kicked the butt of it, and began to wield it with impressive, swirling momentum.
This first kill was crucial for them, as it would grant them three long guns, giving them a greater advantage when engaging the enemy upon entering the bomb site.
He ventured deep into enemy territory, personally scouting for weaknesses, and finally discovered their fatal flaw lay in their water supply.
At this moment, Su Yuxuan seemed remarkably different; at the very least, she appeared far bolder than before.
If not for the fall of his family, he might still be performing the piano in some glittering, magnificent hall.
"Sheng-sheng, as long as you stay with me, I will marry you immediately. My father cannot stand against me." With his arms empty, Li Baoguo felt an emptiness in his heart, leading him to blurt out such grand promises.
After sending Conan to the ambulance, Asaba felt his pulse on the way to the hospital. He took a deep breath, his fists clenching tightly.
This was why Su Xue was completely immune to fire, though she was still susceptible to pain or itching. When the divine fire energy within her was not ignited, she could still be injured.
Xing Shazhen could think of nothing but finishing him off quickly so he could return to correcting the others.
Yet, what he couldn't bear was that someone had sacrificed themselves just to help him show off. It was a tragedy; how could Ye Tian accept such a thing?
On the other side of the Middle-Thousand World, above a desolate canyon, Wang Hao drifted down and arrived at the spot.
This he would not allow, and furthermore, he had laid a trap, waiting to see if his opponent would walk right into it.
As Jiang Taixu’s figure touched the barrier, a brilliant white radiance glowed from his body. He transformed into a figure six feet tall, landing gracefully in white robes. His refined appearance bore no trace of the ferocity and might of the Taixu God Dragon he had displayed moments before.
It was no wonder Su Xue found it strange; for a ten-meter radius around their table, there wasn't a single passerby, let alone anyone playing Honor of Kings. There was only the two of them, Auntie Li settling the accounts, and Li Haoyu at the table behind them.
"That's right." Asaba nodded, and both of them slowly turned to look behind them.
The crowd buzzed with discussion as the high-ranking officials of the Temple of Harvest flew to the high platform, some moving toward Adam and others toward the Pope.
Unlike Draco, he was not good at refusing kindness, nor was he inclined to waste food. Moreover, he had been so stunned by the dessert that he missed the perfect moment to decline.
"You can put it in tea or porridge, but it must not be too hot. The worm fears heat; if the porridge is too hot, it will be scalded to death," Nanny Qin cautioned repeatedly.
Listening to his words, I looked at myself. My right foot was held in his grip, my skirt had fallen to the top of my thighs, and my hand was resting on a sensitive spot while he knelt before me. The scene looked bizarre no matter how one viewed it. I twisted my ankle, trying to pull my foot away before he could start talking again—or worse, before he became aroused.