Volume 1, Chapter 38: Erguotou

"Rest assured, if they can't handle it, we still have others. Tian Si and his team should be arriving soon, and once this operation is over, our people can step in," Yang Zheng said in a low voice.

Ning Jing's words made perfect sense; until the very end, none of us could draw a definitive conclusion. After all, none of us knew whether misfortune or fortune would arrive first.

Xu Wen took a step back, the dry leaves crunching under his feet. He faced his opponent, his expression cold and vigilant.

Although the Troll Witch Doctors didn't know who he was, he clearly didn't look like an easy target, so a barrage of voodoo curses was instantly unleashed upon him.

Stromgarde had officially been restored as the Kingdom of Stromgarde. This nation, the legitimate successor to the ancient Empire of Arathor, once again stood tall in the world of Azeroth.

Thaurissan naturally had this in mind. As a member of the older generation who had lived through the War of the Three Hammers, he remained deeply resistant to reuniting with the Bronzebeards and the Wildhammers.

Logically, Hou Xinyu was no longer a newcomer, just like him. Besides, in the competition for the strongest student exchange, Pan Yanfeng was the main combatant and he was the substitute—what role did Hou Xinyu have in all this? Why was he here?

She walked over to the phone booth, inserted her calling card, and dialed Lin Jiajia’s number. However, the other end informed her that the number was no longer in service. She scratched her head, thinking, it had only been a few days since they last spoke; how could it be disconnected already? Had she remembered the number wrong?

Lin Meng knew he held a vague affection for her. Since that was the case, she could not go out with him, and she prepared to refuse him once again.

While Young Master Liang sized up Xie Fan, Xie Fan did the same while walking. With a single glance, he instantly sensed that Young Master Liang was intentionally exerting pressure upon him.

"No one sent me, really..." Wang Tianhai was a detective with professional ethics; no matter what, he refused to reveal who had hired him.

The blond man scrambled up from the ground in a disheveled state, picked up his fallen wig, and casually brushed the dust off it.

Zhen Long stammered for a long time, not knowing how to respond. It wasn't until Rosaria said angrily, "If you're really that busy, don't bother calling me in the future," that a thought suddenly struck him. He hurriedly explained everything about being followed recently and the appearance of Brother Leopard.

Gu Liuxi frowned deeply, her delicate brows knitting together. What did he mean, and who was she?

***

Only after the intense light faded did Xu Yuqin clearly see the face of the man before her. The corners of her mouth curved upward, and she opened her arms to embrace Ye Xingchen.

Ji Qi suddenly didn't know how to answer. If they were just ordinary friends, he wouldn't need to be so attentive. Yet, he himself didn't know why he had done those things so naturally.

"Master, I refined a magic tool inside." Mo Qing suddenly released Gu Liuxi and, as if presenting a treasure, reached out his hand. Slowly, a sword still wreathed in flames appeared in his palm.

Chen Xing had no job and no source of income. When he ran out of money, he would go to his ex-wife to demand it; if she refused, he would beat her.

Ye Xingchen lowered his gaze, looking at the two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table. He curled his lips coldly as he stared at Wu Fengqing.

Elena was startled and instinctively looked toward the narrow corridor. She saw the walls and ceiling light up one after another, like magic crystal lamps being switched on. Soft light spread in all directions, illuminating the surroundings.

After all, with a team of four or five hundred people, if they weren't put to good use, they would just be waiting to be bullied by other factions.

Stunned, Bai Ling’s curiosity deepened: "Just hearing the name 'Sacred Land of the Dragon Race' tells you it's definitely not simple. How did you manage to get this mission?"

After observing carefully for a while, Meng Xiang’s expression finally relaxed. Perhaps his attack had caused more damage to the River of Time than he had anticipated, but it wasn't enough to cause any truly serious consequences; at most, it would return to normal after a short period of recovery.

I realized with a shock that the graves in the cemetery were packed so closely together that Old Man Ke had dug his hole so deep and so long that he must have long since pierced through other graves, digging right underneath someone else’s burial site.

"Tianchen, what's wrong?" Liu Yuhan noticed the change in Yi Tianchen and looked puzzled. Mu Wanqing and Tian Ge Yifang were also filled with confusion.

The Iron Blood faction was determined to enter the dungeon the moment they logged on, arriving several hours ahead of Ling Xing Tian Xia. But Chen Yifan didn't care.

A mecha suddenly descended from the sky, splitting the dense branches. Before it even landed, a beam of white light shot out toward the space behind her.

In such a chaotic situation, even if the warriors rushing in from the periphery wanted to save her, they had no spare strength to do so.

***

Of course, under the scrutiny of Meng Xiang’s Heavenly Eye, all the efforts of these Immortals from the Immortal Realm were futile; they couldn't deceive him at all. However, upon arriving in Green Forest City, he didn't immediately launch an attack on those Immortals, opting instead to watch from a hidden location.

"Suspicious? Our 'Promiscuous Duo' naturally has no objections," said the leader of the Law-Grade Battle Group, Zou Lusao, and his deputy, Lü Bu.

Muttering the words to himself and repeating what Lin Dong had said, Qin Xiaomi pondered, and gradually, she seemed to understand something.

For medical practitioners, "deviating from the path" (becoming possessed by demons) was also a pathology, generally classified as a sickness of the heart.

Kabulesu believed that if the Snow Mountain Temple wanted to last, it had to change its past image and rely on the enduring fortune of Tibet; otherwise, the day the Buddha was extinguished would be the day the Snow Mountain perished.

Following the direction Wang Yuqing pointed, Wang Mo saw Li Su Xin standing in the center of the square, without an umbrella, her long, dark hair losing all its luster in the rain.

The Youhai Flower Boat had gone to great lengths to welcome guests. Because the gunwales were too high, they had cut openings on both sides of the hull, covered by carved wooden doors, and even extended a one-meter-wide wooden platform outside to serve as a waiting area.

"Wang Mo?" A bitter look hung on the General Manager's face. Seeing Wang Mo fawning over him as soon as he entered, the manager assumed he was up to some new trick, his gaze tinged with wariness.

Speaking of his mother, he hadn't been in touch for a while. He wondered if she had returned home.

Lin Mu thought to himself, but this matter wasn't his responsibility. With Ning Caier and Xu Yunyun handling things, he just needed to be a hands-off boss.

In reality, Kiss Sister was also a very lonely person, just like the protagonist Wang Mo—someone so reclusive that they were unwilling to interact with others.