Chapter 34

With the turmoil within his body settled, Muye emerged to assess the situation outside. Lu Qi lay on the ground, while Odysseus had vanished without a trace.

The first battalion to fully assemble was Gao Shun’s Camp-Crushing Battalion. When a soldier initially lagged behind, those in front noticed, hurriedly turned back, and pulled their comrades along with them.

Li Mingxue realized at a glance that the two figures on the left and right were beings much like Nong Xuanxu and Nan Wa. As she pondered this, Nan Wuxiang gave a light cough, and a butterfly emerged from his mouth. It fluttered its wings and flew over a hundred yards away, only to be snatched back by a black hound that lunged from within Nan Wuxiang’s chest.

Logically, Pugu Dun was a fierce warrior; it was impossible for him to lose focus on the battlefield, especially while charging and fighting the enemy.

Lu Qi did not yet grasp the full extent of power, knowing only that the faint essence Muye provided him allowed him to effortlessly surpass the limits of the human body.

Mu Li acknowledged the command, waved for his men to bind Fa Zheng securely, and returned with Yang Hao.

In the eyes of the Demon Race, all races other than their own were uncivilized barbarians, and the Boat People were naturally no exception.

"Oh! When did your relationship become so close that you dare speak to me like this on his behalf? His corpse is right inside," Duyin said, his hands behind his back, accompanied by a cold chuckle.

Dugu Kaiyuan could no longer hear what Dugu Cheng was saying. He turned his head with great difficulty, just in time to see a graceful young man rise from beside the campfire and bow to him.

The Governor of the Gourmet Star had already made up his mind. Seeing this technique, he truly believed the Gourmet Star could fully adopt this method of making egg-fried rice. Most importantly, it opened a new horizon for the local chefs.

If nothing matters, why on earth are you proposing? Where is your nation’s rigor and decorum? Has "flash marriage" become a trend for you people?

As the "thump-thump" of footsteps drew nearer, a vague, ominous premonition stirred in Su Xing’s heart. While dispatching scouts, he summoned two automated artillery turrets and several RPGs to prepare for the hard battle that might arrive at any moment.

Upon hearing this, Yun Mengluo was slightly stunned, wondering when she had ever refused to marry him.

However, this time, the Blood Shadow Eunuch did not bow directly to Su Xing. This was part of their prior agreement; under no circumstances could outsiders learn of their connection, especially not Su Xing’s two confidantes.

From this day forward, he and Yun Mengluo would be inextricably bound together. In this life and forevermore, no one would ever be able to tear them apart.

Happiness had arrived so suddenly that all members of the rebel army, including Li Zicheng, were stunned for several seconds after receiving the approval.

"A Mosin-Nagant is a good rifle, but it’s too heavy. I plan to discard the wooden stock, modify it to be more portable, and add an automated system using batteries and a motor, along with a larger magazine," Du Nan remarked, not for the first time.

Yet, while these creatures were intelligent, humans were far more cunning. Once it determined there was no danger nearby, it slowly opened its mouth wide.

Although speed was a weak point for the Gyarados, its level was significantly higher than its opponent's, allowing it to dodge with ease.

It was only later that Zhang Huaqiang learned that immediately after their meeting concluded, Ouyang Ze had leaked their conspiracy.

Waking up early in the morning to find a dead rat at one’s doorstep is never pleasant; it ruins the entire mood.

Once he made his move, even if one dodged the frontal assault, it would be impossible to evade the strike from behind.

"She must have really gone to the fields," Li Dahua said after searching everywhere—inside and outside the house, and even in Sheng Lingzhi’s room.

Several human fourth-rank professionals wore expressions of astonishment, seemingly unable to believe that anyone could still inherit that legacy.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to Sheng Lingzhi’s room opened with a creak, and a man leaning on a crutch stood on the threshold.

Everyone felt that this was a normal life—the life a normal couple should have: harmonious, peaceful, mutually accommodating, with two hearts working as one.

Since "Skinny Dog" had too many skill points after reaching level 50, he used some to pick up several general skills, still leaving plenty of unused points.

The demon fox aura was bestowed by an embedded item, the "Jagged Spike," an old piece of equipment once fitted into Skinny Dog’s spear that had been used ever since.

If one were to project his frustration regarding the suppression by President Zhang at the company into this situation, it would inevitably trigger a violent conflict.

Shao Xun was clearly aware of this, which explained why, for a time, he had a sheet of white paper posted on the door that read: "Shao Cheng and cats are not allowed inside."

Madam Pan returned home and discussed the matter with the Earl of Bei'an. The Earl repeatedly praised her for handling it well, but Pan Shiqian was unconvinced and steadfastly refused to agree to the plan.

Suddenly, Zheng Xing’s pupils constricted. A series of flashes appeared on the three warships, followed by white smoke illuminated by those very lights.

Chu Yang lunged forward, reached out to embrace Xiao Mei’er, and as his hands moved, his lips descended in an aggressive kiss.

Although Ye Jiu and his group had been attacking incessantly and reached level 61, they had just been ambushed by players from the Star of the Eastern Capital and dropped back to level 60.

In the era that followed, the three races inherited from the ancient ancestors—the Wu, the Man, and the Xian—gradually grew in strength and were collectively known as the "Descendant Tribes."

Another thing that struck Zhao Li as truly strange was that the perimeter of this "Yuanjue Temple" was filled with dilapidated houses—likely once occupied by farmers working the temple's land—which were now home to many vagrants and beggars.

The stone steps led upward to a throne at the highest point, where an old yellow weasel sat. Its fur was grey-white like frost and snow, its face etched with deep-set wrinkles, and two snow-white eyebrows, like those of a longevity deity, hung down all the way to the ground.

"This student shall take his leave," Cheng Yi said, turning to exit the hall. Outside, the sun was warm, making his mood all the more pleasant.

"Just suck on it, why bother bandaging it?" Aunt Wen remarked, walking past Zhu Fugui while carrying cabbage leaves.

"Night Shadow, you are so capable, why don't you do something grand? Do you lack any passion at all?" Liu Qingxi said, feeling a sense of frustrated disappointment.

Yu Qing felt she couldn't sleep at all, filled with regret and self-reproach, constantly thinking that if she had warned Liao Shishan sooner, or perhaps just revealed everything, none of this would have happened.