Volume One, Chapter 50: Blocking the Door in a Drunken Stupor

Moreover, it looked as if it could tumble down at any moment, as though a mere sway would send it crashing from above. Jiang Zhiqiang, who once endured years of solitude bringing in European and American films during the early days in Anle or Annan, now found the courage to follow Lin Mu into the unknown. Alidov smiled, and as he spoke, the swaying steel structure beneath him gradually settled into calm.

Li Chennan was much taller than Lin Zhao; in this state, Lin Zhao could easily be swept up into Li Chennan’s arms. She had never seen Qing Mo like this before; she almost believed Qing Mo would never, in her lifetime, wear such a hollow, lifeless expression. Unable to resist, he donned his armor and freely delivered his predictions about the future trends of the internet.

In this world, basketball philosophy remained archaic, still adhering to the slow-paced, bruising battles in the paint—a thoroughly academic style. If music lingered at the level of the eighties and nineties of the last century, then basketball tactics were only on par with the late seventies NBA. Yet, he searched the restroom and found no trace of them; it was Roland, who followed, that reminded him she’d seen them head to the private suite across the way.

He was ultimately anxious, unwilling to let Gu Chen gaze too far ahead and lose sight of the path beneath his feet, thus limiting his own journey. From the very beginning, it was Eric who conversed with him; the helmet concealed everything, and the sailor never suspected a thing.

Charming Fox—a magical beast—sat beside him, eating. Whoever it was, none would dare ignore such a presence. Lin Kai could even sense the vast, formidable aura emanating from the fox. In the VIP box, Emperor Snow Night watched Fire Dance on the stage, surrounded by adulation, growing increasingly silent and with a darkened expression.

Though what he told Gu Lin that morning was true, there was still much he had left unsaid.

Just now, Gu Xin had already instructed Winter Snow to stand guard here; from her arrival to this moment, she could indeed guarantee that nothing within had shifted. This time, Lin Chenyi truly went all in—a hundred medium-sized energy amethysts, the equivalent of ten thousand drops of holy water.

“I will fulfill my duties and guarantee that you finish your medicine,” Ning Jiheng raised an eyebrow and smiled at Lin Ruo.

These people possessed extraordinary strength; the weakest among them exceeded Soul Sect, far above the Mo family. She even felt several oppressive auras that made her breath catch—those belonged to Soul Kings.

Since he entrusted the holy water bottle to Na’er and Monkey for joint management, he rarely intervened; now, he didn’t even know how many subordinates he had, relying solely on Na’er’s leadership.

At this moment, neither leaving nor staying felt right; she silently hoped for a fissure beneath her feet to swallow her whole—even death would be preferable.

This man had met her only once, yet was willing to vouch for her. Even though Wan Xi hailed from the distant Immortal Continent and hadn’t seen much of the world’s dark hearts, she could not help but suspect this man was a touch too generous.

He assumed it was one of his companions for the meal at the restaurant, but aside from Su Rong, none matched him, and yet someone dared obstruct him? His gaze met a strikingly handsome, indifferent face, bearing a hint of a smile yet radiating a chilling, dangerous air.

When he lowered his head, Dog Egg clearly saw a flash of exasperation and cold hostility deep in the other’s eyes.

Even when they met as children on the road, the other merely greeted her timidly, without a single attendant in sight.

Ishihara was a young man, eager to prove himself to outsiders. For Lin Hai, what was lost was merely one of countless opportunities in life; for Ishihara, it was the courage and confidence to persevere.

Casually flaunting gold by the ten-thousand tael, even richer than the Jiang estate—is the Palace of Transplanted Flowers always so extravagant?

There are specialized methods for cultivating inner elixirs, such as those of the Complete Reality sect. For the Divine Lightning Sect, however, the main practice is talismanic thunder manipulation, following the teachings of the Orthodox Unity sect. Naturally, they need not endure the hardship of reclusive mountain life, but to train in the world, one must possess a strong specialty.

Her body suddenly felt as if she had taken a powerful tonic; she scrambled up and charged at that person with incredible speed.

He came to Tokyo intent on competing with “genius Lin Hai,” and after being shut out, his tone naturally turned stiff.

Suddenly, the shouts of Bisi echoed in his ears, followed by Sasa, Leiteng, and Mengyao. Evidently, they noticed Ye Feng was missing from the team and grew concerned for his safety.

“It’s as if I drank a hundred jars of Sacred Lake Intoxication and can’t wake up. Even my spiritual energy won’t obey. It was only pain the last few times,” Lingling murmured weakly.

“Um… I… Um… I am…” Irene grew nervous as she became the center of attention; she stammered, attempting to introduce herself, but the words refused to come.

In the upper shooting command room of the bridge, the technical officers used traditional optical rangefinders to determine the target’s position, calculated firing parameters by hand, and then relayed them to each main turret.

Soon, dark rain clouds drifted to the edge of the Wanwei encampment, and raindrops began to fall. When the camp was fully shrouded, the wind picked up, making the rain harsher and faster. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed down, piercing straight through a flying wind spirit puppet on patrol.

On the eve of the wedding celebration, at the personal coordination of Emperor Karl I, three key figures sat down for an informal meeting.

Dark Star took the Tear of Time and placed it inside, still uneasy, so he took a leafless purple flower from his floral pouch, extended the stem, and forcefully poked it in.

“Since the other party dares not, sir, why not let your subordinate handle it?” A steady male voice sounded behind Regna.