Chapter Thirty: Thirty Siberian Tigers Were Wronged to the Point of Tears?

Faced with the accusations of the crowd, Shen Miao, a giant panda, was utterly stunned.

In the ancient era, it was clearly the Chiyou tribe that begged the pandas to help them with their labor. Yet now, these hairless bipeds had the audacity to turn the tables and scold a panda?!

As a pampered darling of the world, the panda could not accept such grievances. Furious and sobbing, she let out a cry of indignation and, in a fit of rage, swiped her paw, snapping a large tree nearby in two.

"Wuwuwu, you are inhuman, you are bullying—"

"My apologies, I used too much force. Let me heal you," Long Chen said, casting the Flame of Flare directly onto Takeo Yagyu.

"Long Chen, why are you driving Mew away?" Seeing that Long Chen intended to make Mew leave, Casey immediately disagreed.

Many of the elders, who had spent their lives making waves and traversing the world of martial arts, had previously prided themselves on having "seen the world," even if they weren't masters themselves. However, after hearing what Zhaxi Dawa had to say today, they realized they were nothing more than frogs at the bottom of a well.

Speaking of which, the Chief suddenly remembered the matter of Bo Jianmo and glanced at the people around him, choosing to remain silent.

"You overestimate him! Just watch how I tear him apart in a moment!" the 'Bald Butcher' remarked dismissively.

Perhaps I was truly feeling guilty, for I got up in a panicked state. In my haste, I accidentally kicked the thermos that she had placed by the edge of the kang to keep her wine warm.

"It doesn't matter. These two girls can produce familiars far more powerful than ordinary children; having the two of them is enough," Caster said, her strange, large eyes fixed on Rin and Sakura.

Originally, everyone thought this was fair, as Lin Mo hadn't written about autumn. But now it seemed that no matter what the subject was, Lin Mo could handle it with ease.

"Follow me." A.J. led the group directly into the gym and brought them in front of a large spinning wheel.

"The one I killed was a zombified security guard," Gu Zhebei said calmly, crouching down to wipe his black blade on the corpse’s clothing.

"I am going to capture you today, and you won't escape! Surrender obediently, and I promise not to harm a hair on your head," Huangfu Yun said with a confident smile.

Each day was spent either idly chatting with Shui Xian'er or pleasantly listening to her play the zither, followed by being ordered around by Zhu'er to perform endless chores—though, in truth, whether these chores were done or not made no difference at all.

Upon hearing this, Qian Ruihan was momentarily stunned. She had genuinely forgotten about the departure. She turned to look at the familiar surroundings; she wondered if she would still be willing to leave if she stayed any longer.

"I told you, there is no need to force yourself," Shen Xing said, pouring a glass of red wine and placing it before her.

Bai Wangsheng and Dong Ling bid farewell to the teacher and returned to the Herb Hall in town, then had Bai Wangsheng drive the donkey cart back to Chen Family Village to tend to the land where the fleeceflower was planted.

A younger sister eager to win her brother's affection would certainly give her all to complete the task, because this was his wish.

Facing the Apostle, there was no expression on Rei Ayanami’s face. She simply floated in the cosmos, watching the opponent in silence.

What exactly was that process, and what did it entail? As the suspected person involved, I was quite concerned, you know?

Then, with a single phone call, the perfectly flawless, gentle expression on his face shattered in an instant.

I couldn't help but lose focus for a moment, as Uncle Qi’s words immediately surfaced in my mind: "You and our President Yun make quite a match."

"This..." Everyone stared at Ye Yi’s true form of the Thunder Origin, all feeling a sudden dryness in their throats.

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, and feeling genuinely hungry myself, Lu Yingshan and I joined them.

As he took his fourth step, the fourth and fifth swords arrived with a roar, turning into two streaks of thunderous rainbow light. They tore through the void, surging with monstrous killing intent, and struck simultaneously.

"You don't think we should be searching in Ning City, do you? If we leave Ning City now, where are we supposed to look for Old Hu?" Jiang Qiu asked, puzzled by Wang Yao’s suggestion.