Volume 1, Chapter 55: You Actually Like Foreigners?

Watching Chen Qiu remain so calm and indifferent, Yang Shiman felt worried but helpless, and could only sit there with Chen Qiu, forcing herself to eat.

Suddenly, as the sharp slap rang out, Tang Jing immediately let out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.

As Ding He had said, Shanggong Lin, being not the brightest, could never have thought of so many things; it was better to just assume Ding He refused to lend it to her.

Everything came about so abruptly. Just as Song Chen was planning to check the attributes of his character and to understand what exactly the Heavenly Punishment Thunder was, the system prompt sounded again...

Director Zhang muttered a few times in his mind, ignored Ishikawa on the arena, and walked straight outside.

Zhou Fan had wanted to refuse, but thinking about being unfamiliar with the capital city and needing to inquire about Zheng Jun’s situation later, he chose to remain silent.

After Kalan Long left, Philip suddenly stood up, eyes wide with shock. After some thought, he realized he had arrived at the same suspicion as Lin Fan had moments before.

“Very well, since you acknowledge me as the clan leader, things will be much easier. Prince Huai, I stole your thunder at today’s court meeting; I hope you won’t hold it against me?” Xiang Yu asked again.

At this thought, Jiang Ming raised an eyebrow—could it be the pearl he had unexpectedly obtained in the Treasure Hall?

The moment Chen Qiu got into the car, the door slammed shut loudly. The Bentley then quickly started and left Longyi West Road.

“Auntie, whatever you do, don’t be too sad. By the way, how did so many people come together like this?” Xufei gently patted the auntie’s back and asked while stroking.

This notion is simply common sense, but if understood more deeply, it is a law born from some power, energy, or other existence. Everything subject to this law must comply with it.

Moyan Ge sat restlessly. In the past, no matter what happened, he could calmly devise coping strategies, but with Hua Sheng’s matter, he found himself panicking.

Listening to Hua Sheng’s words, Moyan Ge felt as if she was scolding him, yet he could find no flaw in her speech and remained silent.

“The first battle, let’s go all out against those 15 pure combat mechas. Remember, the tournament is long!” I winked at him and grinned mischievously.

Elder Mo’s eyes were wide open as he lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, mouth agape as he gasped loudly.

“Uncle, when we reach Arthas’s base, I’ll find you a set of well-fitting gear,” Edlan took charge of the matter.

When I returned to the organization, I was to be inspected. Xiao Yun nodded reassuringly, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Looking at Gesya, he said, “Use your soul secret arts.” Gesya nodded, approached Butte, and released a black energy onto his head.

The ten opponents gave Qin Yi no chance to explain; each attack was brutally heavy, showing no intention of sparing him.

Shen Minghui fumed, stomping furiously. The situation was critical, yet the bastard still had the nerve to wash green vegetables?

Bu Lugu, about thirty years old, was a man of imposing appearance, with bright, intelligent eyes reflecting considerable wisdom. No wonder he unified the Bu Lugu tribe and rallied the Xianbei people of Woye Huai Shuo under his banner.

Wenqi sized up the situation for a moment and was about to step forward and fight, but Falug volunteered to take the lead. He rode the magic carpet over, only to return moments later, pounding his chest and stomping his feet before collapsing in front of Lia, crying out loud.

The metal rod was held horizontally before him, blocking the Fire Element Sword Lord’s strike. Seeing this, the latter swung his sword along the rod, slashing toward his right hand.

Even the Imperial Emperor was unaware of this. He had assumed the Pirate King would stash all his wealth in his lair, so when the emperor’s men raided the place, they could seize vast riches.

In Jingmen City, inside the Tianbao Pawnshop, Nanmuwang lay on a bed. About a foot above his forehead floated a golden mirror, from which two beams of golden light shone—one onto his brow, the other into the air, replaying the scene when he first entered the inn.

Wang Bo frowned, knowing that Master Shang and his disciple had taken a liking to Crescent Moon. No matter what, he had to find him. If he knew Crescent Moon was now with Xue Rengui’s army and planning to marry Luo Cheng, how would he feel?

After a while, the door to the Taoist temple opened with a creak, and hurried footsteps approached the main hall.

When Lu Qi activated his fusion power, a cool sensation gradually spread through his body—comforting and calming.

As for the conceptual mechas before him, Lati knew they were problematic. Once these mechas operated, various malfunctions would erupt.

He feared both Lu Qingqing and Zhang Lingshu getting hurt. He didn’t want either of them harmed. According to the logic of his past life, his actions made him a scoundrel, a label not easily shed. At least in his subconscious, such behavior was unforgivable.