18 The Gap Pushed Open

"Yu'er, Yuzhu, you two are responsible for the perimeter!" Ouyang Lang was in high spirits; this airdrop was going to be his.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you talking as if I'm some kind of amateur? Isn't it normal that I was able to kill him?" the fifth junior high student said indignantly.

"Sigh, as for my leg, let's not talk about it; I just took a tumble and broke it," Chen Jing said kindly.

Bai Xuanyan wiped away her tears while questioning Ji Wuming. In her heart, the greatest original sin between people was the inability to trust one another. Coupled with her age—a time when one is most fond of watching period dramas and family ethics shows from the old world—her focus was rather unique.

Deep down, Chen Nan felt as if a great Buddha were pressing its palms together in repentance: Why did I ever decide to livestream? Why did I ever enter that competition? Why did I ever follow Xiao Yifan and act so foolishly?

The air was thick with lingering black smoke, the nauseating stench of burning, and the eerie, desperate wails emitted by Old Master Ren.

Bi Yuntao suffered kidney damage, and his liver function was impaired, which might affect his happiness for the rest of his life.

Ouyang Lang stood dazed for a moment before turning to head up the mountain. There were thirty-six seconds left until the third poison circle closed in! Once the circle refreshed, he would decide where to go and snipe. Ouyang Lang was well-equipped now.

Ouyang Lang couldn't actually kill Murong Qianqian; that would be a crime. He only wanted to warn her to remember her place.

Ouyang Lang tossed the sniper rifle compensator to his sister, Ouyang Qiushui, and picked up a sniper rifle silencer for himself.

After a mere second of hesitation, Xi Sheng threw a fierce back-hook kick, aiming for Xing Lai’s vitals. To his astonishment, however, his heel slammed hard into his own backside instead.

Given this series of reasons, the courtiers turned a blind eye, pretending they knew nothing.

At this moment, Wu Di had no leisure to carefully observe how much the ghosts of these insects had changed compared to before.

Seeing Xia Amei speak this way, Xiao Hengwei felt as sweet as if he had drunk honey; he knew he hadn't chosen the wrong person.

"The army's purpose is as the name implies. Peacekeeping forces exist to maintain regional peace and stability, allowing civilians to enjoy the right to live without falling into the ravages of war," Old Li explained.

Doctor Old Kang suggested performing surgery on the old master, but Uncle Ping was indecisive and called to ask for Li Jingchen's opinion.

As the sun moved from a forty-five-degree angle to a hundred-degree angle, a cell phone rang.

Then, she saw a crystal platform not far ahead, upon which sat a gleaming weapon shaped like a kitchen knife. Having followed Xia Amei for some time, she naturally recognized a kitchen knife, so she was quite surprised to find one here.

It happened once on the street; he was arguing with his "perm-loving" true love when they were coincidentally blown up by an enemy airdrop shell. It could be said he died in a way that fit his life.

"However, my sister and I are only going as far as Cloud City; you'll have to find your own way to the capital," Liu Feixu told Feng Beixi.

"You have twenty-eight minutes and forty-seven seconds left," Zi Feng’s faint voice sounded, ignoring Mu Tianfan.

"Great Ancestor, are you saying that Lin Yi is truly no longer my great-grandson?" Lin Wuhai knelt respectfully on the ground, not daring to lift his head, his tone filled with utmost reverence, not daring to show the slightest lapse.

It wasn't as if Ye Qingquan had never encountered embarrassing situations in his life, but it seemed that everything he had faced before, combined, was not as awkward as this.

Huang Mi had once seen Tang Xin and Li Zekai gamble on a casino ship; that game had already become a laughingstock for Li Zekai.

Luo Gang, as a former subordinate, had a deep understanding of Ye Qingquan's assertiveness. As he was racking his brain to formulate a plea for mercy, he heard Niu Changde's sudden remark and was so startled he nearly jumped out of his skin. It felt as if a drowning man had been kicked hard by someone else, making it impossible to surface ever again.

Hearing this back then felt miraculous. Liu Bao Feng felt that the other person lived in a different world; their ideals were different—the other was too noble, while he was too materialistic, only dreaming of a wife, children, and a warm hearth, which made him feel somewhat ashamed of himself.

Once again, he and Xi Tianhuan stood on opposite sides. However, this time, Lin Yi deeply suppressed his original intention to show strength; he wanted to see exactly what Xi Tianhuan was up to.

Opposite these three Netherworld powerhouses stood eight people—the eight Demon Emperors of the Demon Race, led by Di Shitian.

Seeing this dramatic turn of events, everyone present was both shocked and delighted. Putting the Thick Earth Sect aside, those from the Chuan Yun Sect were naturally shocked, but felt no joy at all.

"Grandma, give me three sticks of candied hawthorns." The stall owner was a very old grandmother with white hair and a face full of wrinkles, sitting in a wheelchair. Her eyes were wrapped in a black cloth; she was blind.

The chaotic grand hall slowly fell into silence. They looked silently toward the high platform where the Deterrent Emperor was supporting Xia Yingshen. It was Master Xia who had saved the Emperor during the recent crisis, while the rest of them had been completely stunned. It was clear that there was a reason the Emperor held Master Xia in such high regard; after all, they couldn't truly claim they were ready to sacrifice their lives for the country.

"Menglu, what are you doing?" Seeing that Menglu still seemed to want to rush over and take Bai Yu's life, Liu Liangming hurriedly hugged her.

Lin Tian jumped into the tunnel and began to move forward slowly with a flashlight. After walking about ten meters, he realized he didn't know where the tunnel led, but he was certain it must have gone well beyond Old Li's house.

"Speak!" Seeing Lin Feng's expression, Sun Ming was momentarily puzzled. What questions could this mysterious guy possibly have for him? It seemed there was nothing he needed to ask.