Chapter 33

"Ono-kun, I must apologize for my rudeness and arrogance!" At the Japanese Wuhan Air Base, Hideaki Nishiyama proactively sought out Ryuji Ono. Just as Ryuji Ono was looking at him with wary eyes, Hideaki Nishiyama bowed deeply, taking the initiative to offer his apology.

They wore undershirts and black military caps, revealing muscular arms tattooed with ghastly skulls, their hands gripping standard-issue U.S. military cavalry sabers.

She felt that if her idol could remember her, it would be a truly wonderful thing. Regardless of the circumstances, receiving a response to your affection—that is perhaps the very meaning of being a fan.

At this moment, Jiang Chen suddenly turned his head, locking eyes with the man’s probing gaze. Jiang Chen showed no fear, meeting his stare directly.

Wen Wan stared at her, hatred burning in her eyes, tears already welling up but held back with sheer force of will.

In all of Shangjing, who didn’t know that the concubine-born son of the Vice Minister of Revenue spent his days idling in brothels, his reputation long since ruined?

If one chose the second method, the difference between a fake death and a real one was negligible. If some unforeseen event were to occur, Chen Tan might well be forced to turn his pretense into reality.

However, before that, Liverpool had to play an FA Cup semi-final against Chelsea, who had already clinched the league title. It was destined to be a brutal battle.

Why was she called a "pond moth"? Because she was fickle, chasing only money and men, resting on this branch for a moment and that leaf the next.

Zhan Yi did not agree immediately. He glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, only to find the man’s expression bland and devoid of instructions.

Yet, after Erlang Shen finished speaking, everyone in the Heaven Mother Palace turned their eyes toward Lao Jun. This caused the old man to blush, and he had to offer everyone an explanation of what had transpired.

Even the reinforcements of the other demon tribes were camped outside the walls of Fengxiao City. The soldiers of various races were of different proportions—some tall, some short, some stout, some lean—with many demon cavalrymen and warriors mounted on their respective demonic beasts, circling in the skies above Fengxiao City.

"I knocked down two with one punch, kicked down three with one kick, and under my armpits... these people from the evil sect are just too pathetic..." Shanshan boasted during a lull, making the others drool with envy.

"What are you looking for here?" Suddenly, Mu Ai’s gaze sharpened, examining Huan-Ting as if he could see through everything.

Though Wu Lian didn't want to watch the performance, his focus on the urn made him stare fixedly at Su Nan’s left hand, clearly seeing the urn beneath it vanish in an instant.

Almost lost in meditation, he was startled by an impatient, "Hey, are you selling it or not?"

Black Rhombus could not stand White Rhombus’s constant sighing, so he walked downstairs alone, heavy-hearted, staring blankly at the fire in the fireplace. Kumu, who was accustomed to sitting by the hearth, moved closer to him, leaning against his shoulder like a child.

The Silver Poison Sword pierced deep into the thick layer of earth, deflecting the impact. Staring intensely at the Purple Gold Leopard King, he swung his blade back toward its skull, the powerful bloodlust draining 27 points of health. His spirit felt a touch of solace, and the counterattack began.

When the entire house was clean, tidy, and in perfect order, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the bright, clear moon bathed the entire balcony in light.

"How did you know about the infrared sensors on the water pipes? Don't tell me you've climbed them before?" Lin Aoxue seemed to have discovered a new world.

In the year since he returned to Earth, aside from conducting experiments, he had spent his time at the wormhole contemplating the laws of space.

Tang Seng hastily folded his hands, muttered "Amitabha," and then played deaf and dumb, closing his eyes and calming his heart, answering nothing. If you want to talk, talk; I simply won't listen.

Later, he learned the Ghost Howl Fist, an ability he had chosen for himself from the start.

After saying this, she stepped onto the stairs and began to climb, while Kashu, after staring at Yaling’s back for a moment, followed after her.

Therefore, the two princes born to Consort Chen were the two legitimate sons of his, the Prince of Fufeng. How could he not be happy?

After merging with the Eighth Fleet, no one knew when it started, but the off-duty personnel of the New Technology Verification Fleet began flocking to the Archangel, curiously studying the warship produced with ORB technology.

"A bit! But it's okay. Your mother is a reasonable person; in front of outsiders, she gives me plenty of face!" Chen’s father said earnestly, a smile appearing on his face afterward.

"Yoshi," Yue Ye said, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he looked at the pale purple bruises on Wu Na and Sena Na’s wrists.

When Yunxiao, the Great Immortal of the Three Teachings who had just transformed into a bluestone, saw this, she couldn't help but tremble, an incredibly excited voice ringing out.

"This big mansion is!!!!!" Yue Ye was instantly astonished upon seeing the mansion on the screen.

"Please don't say that. A teacher for a day is a father for life; regardless, I am still your disciple," Zheng Dong said solemnly.

Most importantly, as someone who held the economic lifeline of C City, helping the Tang family might not necessarily benefit Ji Citing; he was not the type to do such things.

"Not sitting anymore?" Pingting had just sat down and found Qian Duo strange, though she couldn't put her finger on why, so she had no choice but to follow her.

"Young Master Ming, the old madam wishes to see you," Ding Da appeared from nowhere and said respectfully.

Looking at the many remaining medicinal pills, Jiufang Ming shook his head. These should be left for Yan Qitong and Tai Muyun to use. After all, no matter how many pills one has, they only boost one’s cultivation level; to fundamentally improve one's strength, one must master phantom martial arts and stabilize the physical body.

By the time Feng Wuwei realized it and wanted to perform a cleansing mantra to remove his scent, Zong Nantian’s voice rang out beside them.

Even the hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu troops in the distance gazed at the fireworks in the sky, astonished, suspicious, and disbelieving.

Originally, they had expected a bloodbath upon entering. No one had expected to pass the night so peacefully.

"Yes." The officer hesitated for a moment, glanced at Macron, and seeing no reaction, saluted and left.

With this, he could safely leave the Lu sisters here. After all, the outside was too dangerous, and here, they had his brother Liu Qingsong and the Han-class mecha pilot to protect their safety.

Early on the morning of July 22nd, the Grand Madam summoned Chuxiu to join her for breakfast. Afterward, in the Rongjin Hall, she proceeded to screen the remaining children. This time, in the inner hall, besides the Grand Madam and the six children, only she was present.

"This painting is indeed an ancient scroll, probably from the Ming or Qing dynasty, but the brushwork, well..." Old Zhao hesitated.

"Mother is right. Your son understands... Thank you, Mother, for your grace." Yun Xian knelt down solemnly and kowtowed to the Grand Madam.