65 Vegetable Vendor (Part Two)

Lifting his gaze to look at the highland several dozen meters away, Wu Fei dashed out. Scarcely had he covered a few meters when intense gunfire erupted from the summit, and large-caliber sniper rounds slammed furiously against the giant boulder.

Harvey waved his hand impatiently at the two Wind Wolves. The snow-white Wind Wolf King seemed to understand his intent; with a single bound, the injured Wind Wolf King leaped onto its back, gripping the long fur on its neck with its jaws. Then, with a low growl, it strode forward and sprinted into the distance.

A stream of black aura surged forward. Regaining consciousness and enduring excruciating pain, Lei Yan channeled the Wind-Control Arts. This time, what he summoned was the gale-force divine wind. The gale commanded by the Mysterious Tribulation general collided with the black dragon's dark aura, producing a sizzling sound as if fire had met water.

Deyero placed the thin sheepskin in the palm of his hand, circulating his inner energy to rub it twice. When he relaxed his grip, the sheepskin had already turned into countless fragments. Looking at the scraps scattered all over the ground, he finally made up his mind.

Amidst the shout, an intense, howling murderous intent surged upward, instantly causing Luo Guanzhong to feel the overwhelming, tyrannical killing aura of an emperor, pressing down upon him so heavily that he struggled to breathe.

Neither of them knew the terrifying nature of the magma fire pillars, and thus neither had erected a protective barrier of vital energy around their bodies.

"What were you thinking? How could you just surrender so casually?" At this moment, Long Fei had no idea what was going on in his own mind; looking at the people before him, he found it immensely difficult to accept.

Elsewhere, more than a hundred gunmen thrust spears over two zhang in length through the gaps in the camp gates, aligning them into a dense, bristling wall of blades.

In the distance, several Ultramen were confronting an Ultraman shrouded in churning black miasma. The towering dark Ultraman was nearly twice the size of the others, and looked identical to the Ultraman standing on the ground below.

What about something even greater? Was there anything greater than light, darkness, time, and space? Did they possess consciousness of their own? What could they even be considered?

Prior to this moment, Luo Zhan's vision had always been to lead the nation of Z out of Universe 9527 and into the pinnacle of the parallel universes.

Zhang Yue still maintained an aggressive posture. Su Li intensely disliked the way Zhang Yue was looking at her right now, always feeling that gaze was far too terrifying.

Han Mu withdrew his gaze and then carefully scrutinized the piece of withered wood. This time, his soul power penetrated deeper into it, and unexpectedly, he really did discover a trace of something amiss.

Seeing the eager look on Mu Yangfei's face, Du Ruoxi knew she hadn't heard a single word of what she had been saying. Sighing helplessly, she had no choice but to step out of her line of sight.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was already close to noon. The two of us casually ate some boxed crew meals provided by the establishment, and then officially began the makeup process.

He chuckled softly. It was just as expected: being cornered was one thing, but once people managed to survive by crawling and scraping, they grew calm. Fear overshadowed gratitude; feeling that the matter no longer concerned them, they naturally severed all ties with it.

Although that craftsman possessed extraordinary skill, it was a pity he was honest and unaccustomed to playing politics or managing interpersonal relationships. As a result, after being cast into the deep dungeons, there wasn't even a single person willing to plead on his behalf.

He purchased two martial arts manuals from the system—one for the Ice-Shattering Palm, the other for the Lingbo Weibu (Stepping on the Waves). To his surprise, Yang Guifei possessed an exceptionally high talent for martial arts.

Lin Yi felt somewhat astonished, but he still released her as previously agreed, and then righteously led the people outward.

"This was your mother-in-law's dying wish, and it is also my desire! As for your personal matters, they will all be forgotten after your engagement." She interrupted my words, speaking with a firm and sorrowful tone.

"Heh." I choked back a sob and shrank my shoulders. "I believe you...?" I foolishly nodded and looked toward Jin Yexuan. "Yes, I said I would always believe you, I would always believe you, I... but that feeling is truly unbearable!" My lips trembled slightly as I spoke with a weak yet affirmative voice.

Li Zhe mentioned the word "delayed" twice in succession, which made Liang Yi roll his eyes involuntarily. When he left, Liu Yu was only around fourteen years old; one could tell she was a budding beauty, though not particularly striking yet. Now, having grown into a seventeen-year-old young woman, the transformation was immense.

The auntie gave Li Zhenguo fifteen yuan and said, "Here is fifteen yuan, go buy two bearings." Afterward, both Li Zhenguo's mother and father went to work in the fields.

"When will you leave?" Han Chong asked. He had learned of this matter three days ago. In such a short span of time, they had merely analyzed the Southern Qi court's three demands and devised general countermeasures. As for how to specifically resolve the third matter, he actually had no idea yet, and naturally agreed to the proposal.

Abruptly, he opened his eyes and found himself appearing within a pitch-black domain. It was a sunless abyss where nothing could be seen, and at that very moment, a beam of bright light shone over from afar.

"We have nothing to talk about! Please let go, will you?" I turned my back to him, not daring to look at his wounded face anymore, fearing I might lose control and wish to return everything to him.

The two of them exchanged glances, seemingly communicating silently through their eyes, and then both heads turned toward me simultaneously, each wearing a pitiful expression. I broke out in a cold sweat and gently massaged my brow.