18 I Will Love You

The Great Ape martial soul, unable to withstand such a violent attack, collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash.

"Forget it, forget it. I won't hold it against you, and you needn't blame yourself. I am off to pour out my feelings of longing to the beauties of Nanyang. Alas, I do not wish to leave!" Wang Daokun forgave Lin Zhuo with great magnanimity before turning to walk away. To be sowing seeds across the land at his advanced age—he was truly a model of industry.

By the afternoon, tens of thousands of elite warriors had gathered in Hongzhou, consisting of both Hongzhou's own elite soul cultivators and the specialized troops from Sunset City.

"Huliedi pays respects to Your Majesty." The commander of the hundred Kushan soldiers ascended the steps and knelt on one knee before Frederick III. There was a trace of shame in his eyes, but as he looked at Xiang Lang and the others, it was replaced by a sense of admiration. This was the respect earned by the Han army through sheer strength; in this era, formidable martial power was the only guarantee of dignity.

With their strength increased and their confidence bolstered, everyone was eager to show their mettle in this savage continent and capture their desired spirit insects.

"Uncle Bao, did you bring me something delicious? I'm starving!" Xiao Feng rolled out of bed, catching the scent of fine food and wine. He was very close to Zhu Bao, and he spoke to him with the casual familiarity of family.

However, like Qin Wushuang, Lin Yifeng had seen it all. Having weathered countless storms, he was clearly not the type to truly hold grudges against these young people.

Suddenly, the old general moved. With a howling wind and agility like a shadow, his fist struck Lie Zhanxiong’s face without warning. A dull thud echoed as Lie Zhanxiong’s entire body was sent flying backward like a diving bird, crashing heavily into a building in the distance and disappearing under the rubble.

Nadal secretly complained to an unjust God, while in the drill ground, the high-ranking officers of the Ming Navy, having finished their strenuous exercise, were conducting a clandestine transaction.

He turned, pulled Liu Yiyi into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

By the time Fuji Yumiko arrived, it was already the noon break. Fuji did not go to meet her himself but asked Oishi to go instead, while he went to find Sakura.

She looked pure and innocent, enough to fool a new client, but she was a notorious adult film star at the nightclub.

Xi Zhicai, the master of strategy, had also arrived in the Great Sui Dynasty early yesterday morning and was beginning to make the necessary deployments, though whether he could complete his mission remained to be seen.

Undoubtedly, the former choice was extremely unwise, for shortly after, they and the nearly one thousand warships in the naval base were bombarded by countless crystal cannons and sunk into the blood-soaked sea.

Nan Changqing frowned. "Between us, there is no need for thanks." Ignoring the crowd, he affectionately smoothed Qingyue’s raven hair.

The ball was mundane yet eerie. It seemed to carry a hidden, subtle power; though the tennis ball itself was invisible, the air on the court suddenly twisted, rippling as if scorched by intense heat.

The impossibly handsome man held her with one arm, while his other hand gently brushed away the tresses of hair disheveled by the sea breeze, his eyes filled with a depth of affection that could not be melted away.

In fact, the entire hut was wrapped in this animal hide, including the roof. Upon closer inspection, one could see that some of the leather was a greenish-yellow hue.

"Oh, my heavens! What are you doing?" Okamura Yasuji lost his composure. The only reason he had been so tough moments ago was that he had seen the safety on the gun in Qian Zhougang’s hand was still engaged.

By this time, Ye Yu had arrived at a desolate canyon. Inside a towering iron-chain cage, a hideously savage beast lay prostrate, its body wreathed in black flames that caused the very void to tremble.

After Ye Qiu cleaned up and went downstairs, he found his mother and sister making breakfast, while Ye Weidong sat comfortably on the sofa watching television like a master of the house.

Generally speaking, Ye Qiu did not want to go out of his way to provoke trouble, even though these things meant nothing to him.

More importantly, he was no ordinary grassroots entrepreneur. In the early nineties, Jay Walker and a few friends had founded a magazine distribution company called Synapse. Now, the company was of considerable size, with annual sales approaching one hundred million dollars, and Jay Walker could certainly be called a successful man.

Buse sighed at his bad luck and had to resort to fishing for information from Xiao Keke about Yi Tian’s recent activities. When he learned that Yi Tian had done nothing more than change his name in the past few days, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Buse, don't worry, I will be careful." Minghui, unaware of Buse’s true thoughts, assumed Buse was broad-minded and unwilling to kill the innocent, which made him admire his magnanimous character even more.

Although the hour was still early, many disciples of the Qi family were already in the tea garden picking tea leaves.

Hearing Ding Ru’s question, Chen Jun chuckled inwardly. Since the call had already been made, how could he not answer? Even with his toes, he could tell that Ding Zhiyuan wanted to know more about the situation.

"Once the formation is repaired, the entrance between the Immortal Gate and the secret realm will be connected, and then..." Thinking of this, Yu Xiaodie shuddered violently.

"Of course, we put it in that place first. That place... do you understand?" Buse exchanged a glance with Ling Ruoyan, pursing his lips as he spoke.

Upon entering the No. 1 cafeteria, he scanned his surroundings and spotted Liu Lingxiu, Chen Meng, and Li Wen.

Shen Wei was indeed hailed as a piano master, but after he became famous, he was constantly plagued by various halos. That was why he came to this Western restaurant; it would be more accurate to say he was searching for his former self rather than looking for inspiration.

"If that is the case, then as a junior, I wish to see the world at peace. It has been nine hundred years without rest, and China is already riddled with scars," Gan Luo sighed with profound gravity.

What she did not see was that when she was seized by Director Mo, Su Yutang, whom she had pushed away, turned back and dove toward her with all his might, only to be stopped at the barrier of Director Mo, his face streaming with tears.

Meng Youqing said nothing more. Having heard what Elder Bai said, he raised his eyes to look ahead, and Lu Qi followed suit, casting aside his own thoughts to see what this so-called ruin looked like.