Volume One, Chapter 21: The Miraculous Thermal Garment
Under normal circumstances, Geoffrey would have jumped out to punish the evil, but injured as he was, he did not dare. After observing for a long time and finding no trace of anyone, he was just about to step forward to examine the black sword when it let out a sharp cry. A dark red light radiated from the blade, and the entire pool of blood was drained dry in an instant.
"Then I thank you both," the old woman said slowly, her voice sounding as if she were on her last breath.
"Captain..." The remaining Black Charm Knight, having struck a blow at the fox, saw his captain hit by the blade's energy and rushed over to catch him, shouting in alarm.
Looking at the eager and anxious faces of the people before him, and hearing them call out names of those long since passed, Huo Qubing could do nothing and say nothing. He could only lower his head, silently bearing the weight of their questioning.
Mother had prepared many things for me, packing them into my backpack. Although I might not be able to use most of them, it was the thought that counted. After putting on my protective gear, I hurried to strap on the pack; its heavy weight felt as if my parents were right there beside me. Everything was ready.
Could Li Linfu possibly agree? Immediately, he ordered the steward to summon thirty guards from the estate to drive this audacious madman out.
Although his strength could be considered mid-range here, and he might even be called a genius compared to other beginners across the continent, when pitted against a powerhouse like Wang Li, his chances of winning were so slim as to be negligible.
He did not possess the stoic spirit of a hero who would rather bleed than weep, nor did he have the courage to face death without fear. However, he knew one thing clearly: it is better to be alive than dead. So, the moment the mutant zombie loosened its grip, Macolado bolted toward the door.
"Before I lost consciousness, I heard them say they were sending us to death row. I think this must be it," Zhang Yu replied, looking around.
"This match was truly brilliant, it was absolutely top-notch!" Chen Hu said excitedly, giving a thumbs-up that made the other four laugh.
Boom! Just then, a tremendous tremor erupted at the entrance to the Moon God World, rumbling throughout the entire realm. At the same time, a vast surge of True Demonic Qi invaded, spreading toward the Domain of Buried Moons.
Moreover, even if one were to successfully defend an airport city engulfed in war, what would be the point? It would only require a constant drain of resources.
"Bastard! Trying to pull your circus tricks on me, Hu Hou?" Hu Hou flew into a rage, his eyes turning a deep scarlet.
Master You’s expression shifted uncertainly, realizing he was no longer the unconstrained rogue cultivator of his younger years, so he softened his demeanor and sat down.
Truly incorrigible! Mi Dou was greatly annoyed and tried to bypass them from the other side, but to his surprise, the senior and junior brothers blocked his path one after another.
The figure in the distance reappeared. She looked toward the palace and began to laugh again, a giggling sound that made it seem as if all the flowers on the mountain had bloomed at once. It was not a gloomy laugh, but one of resurrection—the joy of regaining what was lost.
Mo Liu knew full well that Hao Han wasn't being kind. He didn't know exactly how much profit the boss of the Tianshui Auction House reaped, but the transactions in the ledger were staggering. Thus, he had long expected that the value of Yue Mingzhu would not fall to him.
Huang Shi had originally intended to bid, but seeing the price, he dismissed the thought; he had no desire to be a fool again.
In her eyes, this person was already useless; even if she didn't kill him, there was no need to take him along. If she truly couldn't rest easy, it would be better to simply take his life.
Cuihua lived up to her name; she had dozens of ways to prepare pickled vegetables alone, and more importantly, she thoughtfully provided him with a bowl of rice.
I turned and ran in the opposite direction. In the darkness, I couldn't see the path and could only run headlong into the gloom.
With a flick of his right hand, Ye Feng unleashed a dragon's roar. The next moment, a golden monk's staff over two zhang long flew out.
A fireball comparable to a Great Flame Bomb erupted from Jiraiya's mouth, colliding directly with the [Pressure Damage] in mid-air. The massive whirlwind and the scorching heat clashed, detonating into countless sparks that scattered like fireworks.
"Now Buzhou Immortal Mountain is finished. What a waste of one of my immortal artifacts! Truly bad luck," a sect elder sighed.
Living in the West Sea for long was impractical, after all; the Dragon King of the West Sea would never agree to it.
The hundreds of lonely ghosts all stopped at the doorway, showing no intention of rushing into the house.
A flash of triumph crossed his eyes. It was fortunate that he had stored many beast carcasses in the system, otherwise, he wouldn't have found any ingredients in this godforsaken place.
"Alright then, I’ll reluctantly accept the position of a Special Jonin!" Zhang Ye sighed, bowing his head to fiddle with his fingers, though a smile played in his eyes.
From start to finish, Lu Tangtang had only spoken a sentence or two; the rest of the conversation had been led by Wen Xingqing and Liu Xiawen.
She surely never imagined that years later, a small favor she had once done would cause Granny Liu to disregard everything and come to offer her a warning based on a rumor of uncertain truth.
Lady Long was overjoyed; having bought a beautiful new dress, she naturally wanted to show it off to her old circle of friends.
His car was parked outside the woods. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nestled in his embrace, and turned her head to watch the buildings slowly fade from view.
The guests were sequestered in the area outside the lounge, and no one else would see. Zheng Xiaoyue clenched her fists and walked over, her heart pounding like thunder.