Chapter 30

Then, he told her everything he was thinking, piece by piece, at that very moment.

"Boom-crack!" Finally, the Demon King's sword struck the Ice Dragon. Just as the Phantom Demon King had said, this was merely a magical construct; it felt no pain. With a sharp "whoosh," the massive dragon tail sliced through the air and whipped toward the Phantom Demon King.

Beyond the four, a young man watched from not far away, though in the hazy night, no one noticed the figure obscured by the clouds.

The old lady watched Zhao Shinan and saw that he felt no awkwardness toward Jin Kui. Secretly pleased and thinking the matter would be easily settled, she instructed Jin Kui to head into the inner room. The old lady smiled at Zhao Shinan and asked, "About that matter of taking a concubine I mentioned to you earlier, what do you think of her?" As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward the inner room.

"What is going on here?" Ye Xiaoyao frowned as he stared at the three eerie portals of mysterious light that had appeared out of nowhere. A realization dawned on him—no wonder the old man had said that one wrong step would leave him trapped for five thousand years. Damn, this place was vicious.

Mu Xia sat blankly where she was. Only a moment ago, Yan Si had been there, and now he was gone; she hadn't even had time to react. By the time she regained her senses, Nan Feng had already appeared at the door of her hospital room. "Cousin..." She was still a bit dazed, feeling that Yan Si’s behavior just now had been somewhat abrupt, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

Secondly, he wanted to leave a contingency for Mo Shuixin, and he, Chu Xijing, was that contingency. If she were ever in any danger, he would be able to emerge unexpectedly and arrive at the first moment to save her.

"Alright, I believe everyone has seen the spoils of war just now. We will now begin counting the items. Any brothers or sisters who have a need for the equipment can exchange their guild points for them," I said.

A powerful attack smashed toward him again, and the physical Zhang Haoran dodged. Instantly, over a dozen residential houses on the ground were blasted into craters. For a moment, miserable screams and shrieks rose from below.

Without delay, Ye Feng decisively took another prepared space ring from his own, infused it with a surge of mental energy, and activated it.

Returning from the Northern and Southern Continents to the Great Qing Empire in the East, he found that civil strife had already broken out among the Chinese people; warlords had risen, and the Qing Dynasty had fallen.

"Light, Molo, the Underworld Clan, and Fire Cloud." Ye Feng silently noted the names of these four shameless thieves who had carved up the Purple Flame Battle Armor, a glint of imperceptible, bloodthirsty coldness flashing through his grim, blood-red eyes.

We often emphasize that technology is the primary driver of development and that war promotes technological progress. In reality, what truly pushes humanity forward is our insatiable desire. Merchants demonstrate this fully; as long as there is profit, they will fear nothing, whether it be a mountain of blades or a minefield.

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He discovered he was curled up in a broad, warm embrace, tightly wrapped with the other person in a quilt. The owner of this embrace had not yet awakened.

Night gradually descended upon the entire city of Chengdu. Renmin South Road, which bustled with crowds by day, became exceptionally quiet at this hour. A quarter of Chengdu's population worked on Renmin South Road, and once night fell, almost all of them retreated to their homes, which was why it was so quiet and desolate.

Yun Qixi was well aware of Shan Jingyan’s condition. For years, it had remained uncured and was incurable; his heart condition struck suddenly, and it was not always possible to save him every time.

Often, people harbor illusions—that they can do it, that they are capable, that they are still young, and so on. For those who are generally considered successful, this confidence is often more intense than that of ordinary people, because their past successes serve to reinforce their self-belief.

This negotiation lasted an entire day, and the further it progressed, the more Legna noticed how skilled Alex was becoming. This made him wary, as it suggested that Alex had been well-prepared before coming. What had he been hiding from him?

Who would have thought that this sky-filling swarm of iron locusts would be so swift, arriving in the blink of an eye, a dark, suffocating mass descending with a strange, whistling sound.

"Hmph, even if you can defeat me, you still cannot step into the realm of the Shura Emperor." In the grand span of time, momentary combat power is actually meaningless; only the realm one attains is the true proof.

"You ask who I am? Very well, you know the Xia family, right?" Huzi sneered, quietly revealing his family background. Upon hearing this, the two young scions, who had always run rampant in the countryside, turned ash-pale and stood there at a loss.

Nangong Ming pulled her tightly into his arms. He knew that his love was not happiness for her, but a disaster, yet he could not control himself from moving toward her.

Four years ago, even with only half his body remaining after being wounded by him, hadn't he survived in the end?

However, because he was only an outer disciple, no one had taught him anything in the meantime; he had to rely on his own realization.

Shen Ziwu felt like crying but had no tears. It seemed her image of heroism and brilliance was firmly established in Jin Guangyan’s mind. She said "bye-bye" and hung up the phone with lightning speed.

Lin Tianyao shook his head. Many auction houses liked to hire beautiful auctioneers, as it was easier to stir up the atmosphere.

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The young man was still as tall and robust as in the past, the tempering of his years in the workplace having imbued him with even more confidence and grace. Upon reuniting with him at the gathering, would she recall one of the coolest, most handsome moments he had on the school basketball court—a moment earned precisely because of this devilishly difficult genius of an opponent?

For these small-fry, most of the real challenges Nagato could obtain were things they would do, precisely because they knew how to truly face such changes.

She looked into the shattered, incomplete mirror, which reflected her pale face and red, swollen eyes, and felt another stab of pain in her heart.

People who had just emerged from the era of Reform and Opening-up were filled with a high enthusiasm for consumption; as long as something was available for purchase, they would buy it.

Two days later, before their grain supplies were exhausted, Liu Jing and Sun Jian’s army returned to Yangzhai. Outside the city of Yangzhai, there was a scene of bustling activity! Laborers and livestock were everywhere, all prepared to transport military provisions for them.

The two sides swapped tasks, and the uncle on the bicycle arrived. His load was always the heaviest, as he specialized in collecting scrap metal.

He Jian watched the battle from the side, his brow furrowed. He could sense that the "Poison Tongue" possessed extraordinary strength. Though Niu Tao was valiant, defeating him would likely not be an easy task! He pondered a countermeasure, preparing to intervene at a critical moment.

"Well, it is what it is. I wouldn't guess he’s a doctor from any reputable hospital; otherwise, how could he have taken a fancy to her?" A trace of disdain inadvertently flickered at the corner of Li Zimeng’s mouth.

"I’ve never sold vegetables before. I thought it would be fun and wanted to experience life," Lu Yu replied with a grin.