Chapter 29

People from all walks of life looked at Lin Xiao with complex expressions—a mixture of envy, jealousy, and more—as they offered their congratulations.

Shi Jing’s expression shifted slightly, her body flickering like an electric pulse, yet she could not break free from my right hand.

Those who liked them naturally thought, "You are already master directors; moving away from old clichés is the right thing to do," while those who disliked them believed they had been blinded by money.

Having made up his mind, Yoshio Uetsuki immediately ordered the signalman to send a telegram to Yasuji Okamura. In the telegram, besides reporting the current status of the troops, he requested that Commander Okamura authorize the offensive forces to withdraw temporarily to the south bank of the Yangtze River so they could first deal with the 18th Army and the 1st Guerrilla Column.

Although the environment of the Far North Glacier slightly obstructed the phenomena of starlight energy, it could not block it entirely. Lu Feng intentionally radiated the starlight energy to its maximum extent.

Soon, the zither melody changed drastically. It no longer confused the mind as it had before; instead, it felt like needles piercing into the heads of the listening cultivators.

The giant hand turned to nothingness, mountain rocks collapsed and flew, and a terrifying ripple spread outward with Du Yunfeng at the center.

Lin Fangyi looked at her with slight surprise but said nothing more, turning to walk out of the room.

"Where are we going now? We are still missing one token." After handing the teleportation token to Lu Feng, Long Han’ang’s eyes were filled with fervent heat as he asked indifferently.

Cultivators have a certain latent sense of danger. As soon as they entered the gate, Wu Song and the others all gasped in unison.

The bald man’s entire face looked as if it had been scorched—pitted and scarred. He only had a tuft of hair on the back of his head, resembling a rabbit’s tail, while the rest was bare, grayish-black, and looked as if it had been smoked.

This was a phrase Zhu Houzhao often said to his ministers after returning from a great victory: Do not call us arrogant; we say this because we have the capital to back it up.

This scumbag really is a scumbag. It seems there must be some hidden secret, given that he didn't dare to say it to my face.

Zhu Xiao couldn't help but smile slightly; he assumed this was also Di He’s doing. Right now, the Taiya clan was at risk of being destroyed by the Nanlie Sect at any moment, yet this Di He still had time to care about the Zhu clan. Such an ally might be a bit foolish, but Zhu Xiao was quite satisfied.

Qiu Yong’s cultivation was not weak to begin with, and the monster that attacked was not high-level, making it no match for him.

Zhu Xiao spoke with extreme sincerity. Over the years, Zhu Heng had spent a great deal of effort on him, to the point where the three great elders viewed Zhu Xiao as a thorn in their side, but at this moment, they could not help but be moved.

In just one minute, the number of frenzied corpses was halved. Under the precise magical control of Otto, the wandering mage, although the corpses had injured a hundred soldiers, no one had died yet, and the bright, scarlet blood stained the black armor of all the warriors.

On one hand, the Ricardo military could not break the stalemate, and on the other, the Yellow-Faced Dwarves were continuously retreating into the more severely desertified southern regions, completely abandoning several ancient dwarf strongholds near Goda City.

Having finally finished building this fortress, Li Duancheng’s long-tense heart finally relaxed, accompanied by an increase in the smiles on his face.

The boy felt a bit dizzy and feverish. He unbuttoned his shirt, appearing somewhat agitated.

If he had turned around even a moment later, he surely would have noticed the strange cliff face on the other side of the gorge. But by the time he turned his back to the sunset and peered into the surroundings, he had already fallen dozens of meters, and the opposite cliff had curved inward, completely hidden amidst the clouds and mist.

Xu Zhihu ignored everyone, pushed aside Shaoyou who was blocking his path, and walked in with vacant eyes. He knelt quietly by the bedside, trying to minimize his presence, looking at her pale, listless face. She must be in great pain now.

Chu Yun Yi detoured from the side of the guest house. He hadn't gone far before he saw hundreds of Tange tribesmen, brandishing large curved blades and bows, charging over on horseback with shouts.

Of course, if everyone here were as simple-minded as Leng Zi, without any devious intentions, Lin Feng would be happy to stay and be the boss.

Lin Feng took aim at several zombies that had followed him back and pulled the trigger.

"Jiu'er..." Jun Yumo Ke’s gaze turned cold. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. Watching her back as she turned away, a layer of warmth gradually appeared on his handsome face.

Since one cannot have everything, one must settle for the next best thing. At times like this, one should take whatever benefits one can get.

The red sun rose in the east, and the warm sunlight shone through the window onto the two who had been entwined on the bed all night.

Whether or not someone accepts a mission, and whether or not it can be completed, the Darknet does not care. If you want to post a commission, you must pay.

The man was still in white clothes and black trousers, his figure tall and lean, though he looked somewhat disheveled from fleeing.

Although Wen Xin’s breathing was steady and her heartbeat was controlled to be quite normal, who sleeps without turning over or changing positions?

However, if Qi San’s attitude were a bit tougher, it wasn't impossible for him to get the person out. But if he did that, it would inevitably breed resentment in Chen Yishui’s heart. If the other party were to spill everything about this matter, it would be of no benefit to the Young Master.

Xia Zhi originally did not want to see Manager Liu, thinking to himself that this guy must have come specifically to mock him, or perhaps to play the role of a philanthropist by taking in the now unemployed and penniless him, letting him go back to the company to continue slaving away for them.