Volume One, Chapter 21: Eating One's Own Melon

At this moment, far away in the Congo, the Black men also received news that the major mercenary groups were mobilizing their forces. Their expressions immediately grew grave; they had not expected a mysterious power, still shrouded in uncertainty, to so completely disrupt the balance of Africa.

Chen Feng wished to take advantage of the momentum and continue refining, but the remaining fourth-grade spiritual artifacts were insufficient to forge an eighth-grade one. Besides, it was already late at night; he decided to return to his room in the city, sleep, and restore his energy first.

I smiled without speaking. At that moment, Bai Ling finished her song and suddenly sat down, her body swaying as she dropped onto the sofa.

When I first came to investigate, I nearly got discovered by that fellow—at the time I thought it was just my imagination, but now it’s clear he truly wasn’t an ordinary NPC.

This time, the pirates numbered far more than the usual thirty or fifty reported in newspapers and media. Lucas made a rough estimate: just at the stern, there were nearly a hundred pirates, and even more at the bow. There were certainly lookouts and pilots on the skiffs below as well.

“It’s nothing in particular. However, the executive director of the Nal Group has arrived, and I don’t know where to host her for a welcome reception. Why don’t you come in person?” Su Jingwen said with a gentle smile.

Consort Liang was not yet twenty; all things considered, her arrival in Shangtang was profitable—youth cannot be regained.

Xu Yuanxing, Wang Baobao, and the other two immediately raised their weapons. With a shout of “Kill!” they led the charge toward Yu Zi’ang and his companions.

Upon seeing the goods, my heart settled. Although these items weren’t valuable in the eyes of the game’s main system, to us players, a top-tier skill was far more precious than any top-tier piece of equipment.

At this moment, Su Qinglian felt an indescribable happiness—a joy that came from being able to see whom she wished, filling her heart completely. Since their last farewell at the café, it had only been a few days, yet she already struggled to resist the urge to call Lin Cheng.

Faced with Zhu Xiu Yu’s ruthless attack, the opposing Mountain Lord’s expression grew sour. The seven others behind him stepped forward at once, forming a protective barrier in front of him.

But seeing Su Tingyan’s confident assertion that she could support them, she didn’t want to dampen Su Tingyan’s enthusiasm.

At the dinner table, Lin Nanxian suddenly recalled the time Jing Che worked as a security guard and couldn’t help but mention it to Jing Si.

The eldest prince knew this well, which is why he shamelessly instructed the auction house to sell Yin Lian’er.

Qin Tianming’s family would never experience such circumstances; even though Tianming had never met his father, he still bore the Qin surname.

To be fair, Tang Xinlin’s strategy of first suppressing then boosting her exposure worked far better than simply chasing traffic, and she successfully crafted a character with the striking contrast of a regal beauty’s appearance and an adorably naive heart.

“What’s wrong?” Yin Han noticed Bai Juanjuan’s gaze and glanced toward the door, asking casually.

Not a fraction too much or too little—the position was precisely where it would incapacitate the landlord. Afterwards, she could practice the Sunflower Manual with Jiang You.

At first, Lin Nanxian’s mind wandered, but gradually sleepiness overtook her and she drifted off.

The sharp barbed iron chain, imbued with immortal fire, acted like a flexible long blade, wreaking havoc and destruction. It sliced through the monsters—some were cut at the waist, some decapitated, and others had the chain forced directly through their enormous mouths, severing them completely.

Li Ling stepped through the gates of Qianqing Palace and saw Sima Zhen lying pale on the dragon bed, cold sweat upon his brow. Ah Xia and a host of imperial physicians knelt before the bed.

Ling Muchen demonstrated his attitude through actions, showing everyone exactly how he felt about Pei An’an.

Every household was immersed in the joy of a bountiful potato harvest, chatting as they dug up the crops.

Xia Mingxiu, still aggrieved by Yuan Yao’s inexplicable outburst, had been restraining himself from getting into a conflict.

Then, the two pretended to support a “dead drunk” friend as they entered a hotel, booking three rooms.

Now that her uncle had dreamed of his past life, it was easier for her to convince him to accept her gift. When her grandparents returned to the country, she would dutifully care for them. But their forms of address would have to change.

This was their wedding, a heavenly union witnessed by the gods, representing promises of eternal love across countless lifetimes.

It was truly a case of the fisherman profiting from the clam and the snipe’s struggle. Previously, the two rival florists were evenly matched, both relying on connections and lowering prices to compete. In the end, they clashed so fiercely that they disregarded costs just to drive each other out. Since that was the case, he simply waited to see which one would offer the most reasonable price in the end.

“So, will you agree or not?” Ling Muchen pressed his bloodied blade to his wrist once again.

Prince Bao was quickly assigned a separate residence, and Hong Zhou did not shortchange Prince Bao’s mother. After conferring the title of Empress Dowager upon his birth mother, Consort Yu, he also honored Empress Xi as Grand Empress Xi, and Lin Xianyu was named Grand Empress Xian Ning.

After the previous strike, Ye Xuan still wasn’t entirely certain, but now, after this blow, he was sure.

“Follow Xiang Yu,” Tian Heng said, watching Xiang Yu change direction and charge toward the First Emperor’s carriage. He already knew Xiang Yu’s intentions.

His mind was racing with chaotic thoughts, but the four Mountain-moving Golden Apes behind him moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, their bloodlines fused completely.

Ever since she won a popular Tianmiao Genie in a blogger’s lottery on Weibo, Su Tingbai’s home had undergone a dramatic transformation.

“So what do we do now? With Long Ji in that state, we can’t even be sure if he’s in danger,” Lin Yingbin asked.

By mid-autumn, things were different. The weather grew cooler, the storms less frequent, and nearly all matters requiring action or resolution were finished. It was the perfect time for parents to arrange weddings for the young.

Su Tingbai found no clues on her journey; every shop she visited greeted her warmly, but she learned nothing, as if she were really just a tourist. Then, as her bracelet flashed and showed the moment when time reversed, the name of that film immediately surfaced in her mind.