Volume 1, Chapter 34: Carried to Bed by Lu Jingchen

The people on the sofa were equally surprised to see Fu Mingchi. Their faces, previously flushed with anger from questioning Ye Zhaoying, were instantly replaced by radiant smiles.

This was the junction between the Cato region and the Genoa Peninsula, the rear of the besieged vanguard of the Pioneer Legion. The Murlocs had altered the terrain to completely cut off any possibility of the Golden Lily forces retreating, forcing them into a life-or-death battle against the Gnolls in the hills ahead.

The room was packed with people at two large tables, drinking, eating, and chatting happily. When the conversation turned to Liang Zhi, the voices gradually died down. Everyone turned their gaze toward Du Mingcheng, who was sitting at the lower table.

Jiang Ruoruo shook her head. In her previous life, she could only afford to buy cold medicine one pill at a time. Now, she was not short on money, nor was she lacking the profits from a pharmaceutical company; she only hoped that her actions could change something in this society.

As the dried tobacco leaf was lit and wisps of blue smoke drifted up, Niu Buhei, wearing a mask, felt his mind drift for a moment.

Zhang Anping was observing steadily through his binoculars when he suddenly paused, pulling the view back from where it had been focused.

Atop the massive city walls, towering dozens of zhang high, giant ballistae whistled as they unleashed a barrage of arrows, raining down upon the forces below.

These threats could not be resolved by the Tide Hunters in a short time, but perhaps it was the guidance of the Abyssal Sovereign that allowed me, during this perilous expedition, to glimpse the perfect way to suppress and even resolve the Murloc scourge.

Although Du Sheng possessed impressive individual combat skills, he still found himself struggling when faced with vehicle collisions, dense machine-gun fire, and grenade bombardments.

Now that the opportunity was right in front of Bai Buyi, if he didn't even have the heart to take a risk, how could he continue to climb higher?

After the medicinal power within his body was almost entirely refined, Chen Xuan began to sit cross-legged, continuing to contemplate the essence of the blade.

However, as the sword energy within him absorbed his mana, his injuries grew increasingly severe. Only then did he realize something was wrong; if he did not find a place to heal, he feared he might perish.

The moment Xin Shiyi ceased to be a bargaining chip, all of Fang Jianli's leverage would vanish. At that point, with the enemy as the butcher and him as the fish, he would still lose.

Yet, with a performance that nearly defeated the formidable Nordic powerhouse and World Cup quarter-finalist Sweden in his debut match, Li Mudi fiercely rebuffed the contempt the outside world held for him and his team, showing the European football scene once again the might of the "Fighting Nation."

"Amitabha. The Tathagata truly possesses great divine powers; this humble monk is impressed." After a long silence, Zhunti praised.

However, his final sentence made Che Qi chuckle; the remark was a classic case of "the thief protesting his innocence," a clumsy attempt to cover up the truth.

The longer Zhang Dabao spent with Li Changqing, the more he understood him, and the more he coveted him, as if he had missed out on a peerless treasure.

He had always imitated the styles of mainstream manga artists, and the "moe" style drawn by Matsuko was something that would only appear in this world's ACG industry after another decade of development. Seeing it presented before his eyes so prematurely naturally dealt him a massive shock.

"Yes, Second Brother. I have made my decision. Father spoke to me this morning, and this is my own choice," Armand said, looking at his brother.

Ren Fei had no choice but to use the pair of bee-sting daggers her master had passed down to her. Their tips shimmered with an eerie light, instantly piercing deep, bloody holes into the savage, sending blood spraying from his body like a burst water pipe.

"The Fortress Master is as elegant as ever!" Jiang Yuhan sneered. Fortress Master Qu’s expression froze, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "I am old and useless now! If Brother Jiang wanted to visit my Qu Fortress, a simple notice would have sufficed; why make such a scene?" As he spoke, he looked back at the main gate, where a few stones had crumbled away.