Chapter 30 [Second Update]

Rumble! The gravity surrounding Gale Wolf doubled once more, causing the ground beneath his feet to sink deeply. This sudden eruption of one hundred and fifty times gravity caught him completely off guard. Just as he looked up, the footprints from afar were extending rapidly toward him, accompanied by the thunderous roar of approaching footsteps.

Huang Feng thought for a moment and said with a smile, "That’s fine, let's agree to it. Since my leg hasn't healed and I can't go out, having him handle this fight will save me the trouble."

"You!" Upon hearing Raphael's order, Messiah was incensed, wishing she could execute these two insubordinate fools on the spot.

At a certain moment, the calm of the main screen, which had been under long and quiet surveillance, was broken.

Chopin listened with a furrowed brow. He hadn't considered this question before, but clearly, the issue was very real.

"That was close," Karl told himself. The cockpit was filled with the sound of alarms, and on the lower panel, the machine's energy levels were bottoming out.

Before him stood a high-level mummy of a stitcher; perhaps he had grafted some kind of skin onto himself that could resist flame-based creatures to mitigate his weaknesses. But in doing so, his other vulnerability as an undead—his fear of holy light—was left completely exposed.

They only had Hisaichi Terauchi in their hands; they felt it was unreliable to even try to pass a puppet army checkpoint with just this trinket. Didn't they see that both sides were already fighting? At a time like this, would the puppet soldiers even care who your "honorable master" was?

Larry Brown was listening intently. He did not dismiss their words, nor did he overthink them. He only needed to find inspiration in what they said, and that was enough.

"At the finals a year ago, something happened. Something very controversial..." Gerry’s tone was drawn out as he shrugged. He didn't want to bring this up at the Bulls' home court; if he did, he feared he might not be able to leave the arena.

As a modern man with an open mind, Jian Jimo never believed that premarital pregnancy was anything shameful. He simply believed that Xia Ningmeng deserved a formal wedding, providing a beautiful memory in their long journey through life.

"Then how can I be sure you won't turn on me? How can I be sure you'll share the treasures inside with me?" Mossford shook his head and said.

The tone he used when saying that was exactly the same as the one Ornn had just used when he said, "People always have to go home."

***

Xia Yixuan was initially worried about the fetus and urged her to eat something, but as the days grew long and exhausting, she simply gave up.

Xia Ningmeng limped from her ward to Wen Yu's. His entire upper body was immobilized; the splints could only be removed once his two broken bones had fused back together.

For a guy like that, if one believed he established the Ministry of Magic to improve relations between the Holy See and wizards, then Leon’s brain had almost certainly been kicked by Kaler.

Seeing Chichi sitting on the bed, staring at her own feet, he frowned slightly at his handsome brows, grabbed a dry towel, and draped it directly over her head.

But regret came too late. By the time they realized it, the Royal Hunters' Guild was no longer something the Hunter Association could suppress, so they had no choice but to cooperate.

First, Li Si’s stature increased by about a millimeter, his muscles became more explosive, and although his facial features remained the same, he looked much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Everyone heard the implication in Roden's words; after all, he hadn't made much of an effort to hide it, and Gray Foster naturally caught it as well.

"I am a disciple under the tutelage of the Star Sword Saint," Mo Yunchen added, following up on Mu Yun's words.

"We truly cannot depart yet. Some people's equipment is not complete, and some are still using ordinary iron weapons," Jin Ling said, restraining his patience.

But it was strange: even though the man in white had clearly used a spell that looked incredibly powerful to knock the Six Demon Emperors to the ground, why did they look completely unharmed? Could the man's magic be fake?

"Still, I am not as good as you. Your spiritual power is far higher than mine, and by invading my body through the sword, you prevent me from unleashing my full strength. It is a pity that this sword technique is too overbearing and not suited for me; I have yet to grasp it fully."

I knew the child was born, but the moment the baby came into the world, I heard Old Woman Wang’s horrified scream. My heart felt numb as I cursed, "Damn it, can it really be that accurate?" I hurriedly looked outside and saw the nine stars shifting in the sky and the Big Dipper moving.

She felt so nervous that she became somewhat numb to the fact that his physical arousal was becoming more and more apparent against her.

***

The cloud of mist touched the ground and vanished. Tian Xing stepped onto the earth and scanned the surrounding environment. He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable shiver; the air in this area was thick with the smell of blood, giving off a strange and eerie sense of dread, as if he were standing inside a slaughterhouse.

Listening to the old woman, I knew she was truly a kind soul, even speaking up for her sister-in-law, but what use was it telling me these things?

Xiao Yumiao reached out and gently twisted the lock on the side of the door. With a faint "click," the bamboo building's wooden door swung inward.

Yilan watched as Nanny Rong, having served her year-long punishment and recovered through a year of recuperation, returned to her former self. She decided not to bicker with the old hag today; once she regained the old mistress's favor, she would make sure the old woman paid dearly.

"Tell me... do you think you could one day become a master chef?" Jian Mo’s face revealed a hint of ingratiation.

The cold night was silent and desolate. Willow catkins fell into the pond outside the main tent, covering half of it and leaving only gaps that wound like the tracks of a dragon. Under the moonlight, the water in those gaps shimmered like shattered glass, glowing with a cold, piercing brilliance.

He Nanxi had been waiting in the cold wind for quite a while; her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were reddened by the chill. As soon as the car stopped, she quickly climbed in.

Previously, trivial matters like dressing and bathing the child were all done by her, but ever since they married, someone had unknowingly taken over those duties automatically.

Not long after, Rong Zheng arrived. After greeting Professor Shen, he went to teach the three children martial arts.

In his ears, there seemed to be cries for help. Lin Yi released his divine sense, yet he found nothing within several hundred feet.

Duan Lang crossed the time tunnel and stepped into modern society. Faced with various temptations, he wondered, when could he return to the Nanzhao Kingdom? His longing for his homeland and family filled him with shame: if not for his own willfulness and arrogance, he would not have ended up in this situation.