Chapter 47 Snatching People

Listening to the child's innocent and endless stream of questions, the gathering crowd erupted into a buzzing uproar.

Most of them were parents themselves. Once the subtext was laid bare and they observed the reactions of the Qi couple, they naturally sensed something was amiss and began to whisper among themselves.

"It's true. We are all mothers and fathers here—a parent's love for their child runs deep and plans for their long-term future."

"To point at your own son and call him unfilial like that... it's as if they desperately want the boy dead."

"Could he perhaps not be their biological child?"

In fact, it was not only Canian who felt surprised; the majority of viewers watching the live stream of this battle found Prince Leo's decision equally incomprehensible. Anyone with even the slightest grasp of team battle tactics could tell from the match format and rules that the defending side held an absolute advantage.

The mountain range was blanketed in ice and snow year-round, its towering peaks thrusting straight into the sky, acting as a harsh, unyielding barrier that cleaved the two nations apart.

It had only been ten minutes, yet number seventy-seven had already achieved a streak of four hundred consecutive kills! Who on earth was feeding him these kills? Were those people absolute idiots?

The proud dragon head gleamed like one freshly emerging from the sea, and the nearly pristine newly-commissioned flagship seemed to surge forth from the deepest abyss, only to be dragged back down by the abyss along with its master. To this day, Wolfe still found it hard to believe that from the beginning of the siege to the vanishing of all the heroes, a mere half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

Three dragon balls were spat out by the Hydreigon. The connection between them remained unbroken, and the energy flowing among the three spheres spread at an even, balanced rate. Supported by this force, the dragon balls slowly floated up into the air under their own power.

"The Celestial-Demon Dance?" Meng Si repeated the three words under his breath. "And what are immortals and demons, pray tell? Do you know?" In Meng Si's understanding of this world, the concept of immortals did not exist within its system. Could she also be a transmigrator?

The Myriad Worlds Heavenly Venerable had no intention of nitpicking over every little detail. After producing the map, he also provided known linguistic data to help the mage translate the broadcast into various languages.

Seeing Lin Wan'er suddenly run over to speak with a police officer, Zhang Cheng felt a sudden sinking in his chest. The moment he saw her point directly at him, his gluteal muscles involuntarily tightened.

Amidst the discussion, someone quietly recorded the video and reposted it onto the player forums.

A figure flashed atop the city wall, clad in striking fire-red maple leaf armor that caused Lord Qingye to knit his brows slightly. This fellow really did not know how to contain the intense heat radiating from his body—simply detestable!

Xiangguo was about a hundred and fifty miles away from Yecheng. No matter how sluggishly the enemy troops advanced, they would still reach Handan by tonight and arrive at the city gates of Yecheng tomorrow night. Yet the court of the Great Wei Dynasty had yet to come up with any countermeasures—how could they not be anxious?

Magikarp had already been successfully stored inside a Poké Ball, but Azhi still had not figured out a training method for it. He would just take it one step at a time and see how things unfolded.

Sun Yat-sen agreed, leaving only the final step to achieve national unification. The territory of Outer Xing'anling had been reclaimed, Tibet and Mongolia had returned to the embrace of the motherland, and now China only had half of Xinjiang and the problem of the Northwest Army left to resolve.

Wang Xiang nodded, clearly understanding Wang Wei's implication. After all, his own father had been framed and killed due to Dou Jiande's suspicions. Therefore, he was quite gratified that Wang Wei could foresee this. In fact, had Wang Wei shown no inkling of awareness, Wang Xiang had been prepared to remind him anyway.

With renewed vigor and a lingering sense of bewilderment, the members of the various village committees departed the meeting room to prepare for the village's new round of construction.

What... kind of situation was this? Tsukikage Aoi stood before the entrance of a simple courtyard-style mountain dwelling with black lines twitching across her forehead, holding Shū as if she were watching a movie.

The side hall was dead silent. Everyone present—including a personal guard who was in the middle of pouring wine—was frozen in place. The guard's wine vessel remained tilted halfway, the fine liquor pouring out in silence to fill the cup, spilling over onto the low table, spreading and spreading outward across the surface... until finally, with a soft "drip," it splashed onto the floor.