Volume 1, Chapter 54: Punishing the Vicious Ghost with Bare Fists

In the hall, there were eighty-seven other children of Madara’s generation, all Gennin aged between five and ten, among whom only Uchiha Izuna had reached the level of Chunin.

The person previously addressed as the commander trembled all over upon hearing what the youth said. Deep in his heart, he felt this voice was extremely familiar—the kind of voice deeply engraved into the bottom of one's soul.

Ever since meeting Alissa, Isaac Bath had been somewhat flustered. Normally fond of talking and laughing, he now acted as if he had swallowed a mute pill, turning into an absolute man of few words.

Emerging from the church, heavy snow had already covered the tracks of the carriage they arrived in. The swirling snowflakes also obstructed their vision; in such a snowy night, visibility was no more than thirty meters.

Right in the middle of discarding the communicator, he heard the voice of Wilson, who was in charge of the individual tactical radio. Wilson was asking why there was no report on their position and search progress. Ling Xiao did not respond to him and directly flung all three communicators far away.

He wanted to give Megdelan an explanation, but what exactly he should do, he himself did not quite know. People are sometimes just like this, feeling bewildered over certain matters.

The old routine of playing basketball with Xintian slowly returned to me. Initially, it was just something we would do at noon when we were utterly bored, but later on, Xintian would come to call me, and eventually, calling wasn't even necessary anymore—playing basketball after meals became a habit for us both.

Hyuga Tenin let out a roar. Seeing no one speak below him, his anger gradually subsided. He sat back down and wanted to pick up the teacup in front of him to moisten his throat, only to find that the table had already been smashed in half by his own palm earlier, the tea spilled all over the floor, leaving him even more stifled and exasperated.

Following the method Lan Ruoxin had taught him, Modo tossed a gourd tied with a grass rope toward the river surface at his feet until the river water filled the gourd. Pulling it up quickly before the water inside could leak out, he poured it into a good gourd tied around his waist with vines by Lan Ruoxin. He detached one, and there were still three gourds left at his waist. He repeated this process continuously.

Reaching the mouth of the alley, he saw an incandescent lamp hanging from a roasted chestnut stall by the street, operating busily. A wave of steaming sweet fragrance rushed against his face and filled his nose.

"You must actively trade with me in your heart!" Hearing this, Yezang knew how the trade should be conducted.

The might of a dragon's horn could be described as immense. Of all things in the world, the dragon reigns supreme, and the dragon's horn, sitting atop the dragon's head, is the most authoritative, noble, and dignified existence on a dragon's body.

Seeing the man in red escape with Mo Yuanjia, I let out a sigh of relief. After all, there were as many as five Wutong Gods, and each one was more terrifying than the last. If this old fogey Mo Yuanjia went crazy and sacrificed the remaining two evil gods, it would certainly spell great trouble for me, even with the dragon scales protecting my body.

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"Splendid, very obedient. Come, change into this outfit," Miao Ruolan said, handing a set of bright red official attire of a fourth-rank imperial guard and the Juque sword to Zhan Zhao.

Liang Qifei was utterly shocked by Ruan Chen's background and looked up toward the battle in mid-air. Up to now, the battle between Ruan Chen and Leng Qingshan had yet to end.

Clearly feeling bitter and tormented by her, yet he could still arrive promptly whenever trouble struck her—with Mo Zili able to do this much for her, what more could she possibly ask for?

Sensing something was amiss, and ignorant of Xuan'er's identity, Elena merely feared she would ruin the plan, so she drew the laser pistol from her waist and pulled the trigger. A beam of red light instantly pierced Xuan'er's heart. Xuan'er felt a sharp burst of pain followed by pitch darkness, and then she knew nothing more.

"I'm telling you this to avoid trouble, lest your intellect lead to guesses that would only cause me more trouble. Better to just tell you myself," Shikamaru said with a look of utter annoyance.

The products from that company in Mofan Yingzi were quite different, however. Dulu lowered her head to look at the two giant meat rabbits. After eating some snacks, they moved about freely on the floor, their plump and roly-poly figures extremely endearing. With a complex mood, Dulu clicked the mouse to contact the other party.

Qiaomeimei on the bus received the message and smiled sweetly. After pondering for a moment, she typed a line of text on her phone—"Okay, I love you too"—and then pressed the reply button.

Gouwen was the most toxic kind of Hanggutweed. If one accidentally ingested a certain amount of this vine, the poison would turn a person's vital organs pitch black, causing them to die in agonizing pain as their intestines ruptured and stomach decayed.

Chen Mo already had 31,000 martial arts points, but he did not go to fetch Shuang'er and the others. As for how the subsequent world would unfold, he had even less idea. Having experienced the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils world, which served as a massive dispenser of martial arts manuals, Chen Mo worried that the next world would undoubtedly be fraught with extreme difficulties.

He offered no further explanation. He did not mention that the Department of Homeland Security had taken weekend's family from the CIA merely to ensure their 'safety,' nor did he mention how redundant it was for Weekend to use so many ruses just to eventually help his family escape. At this moment, the general began to wield his absolute advantage—the threat of armed force.

"Sunlight on the incense burner creates purple smoke, afar one watches the sea of clouds dance among the mountains; wondrous peaks and strange trees are wrapped in the mists, the world's most beautiful scenery belongs to Huangshan."

In the Zuishang world, Chen Mo hadn't even released the White Jade Qilin, mainly because such a creature was a rarity even in that realm. Seeing Chen Mo devouring a flood dragon once again—this time an even vastly larger beast—the White Jade Qilin clamped its huge jaws onto the dragon's reverse scales and gave a violent tug, then began to gurgle and swallow the essence within.

Xi Zilin sat at the head holding her child, accompanied by Jian Xuanyi, Sun Qingmeng, Zhang Tieqing, and a few senior elders of the Xi family.

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She stepped back, bending her waist sideways to pick it up, but unexpectedly her high heel twisted, and her entire body teetered on the very edge of the terrace.

Listening to the earnest and sincere attitude, Elkoff pondered Weekend's explanation carefully, leaving it impossible to tell whether he had been moved.

Jiang Yichun had already discerned the clues and felt reluctant in his heart to let her kneel for long, but thinking that this was her decision, he knew he ought to respect it.

"How do we get past?" The Night King looked at the current situation, feeling completely at a loss. Not only were three patrol squads pacing back and forth on the road ahead, but behind them, there was a sentry every three steps and a post every five steps. Under such conditions, even with nightfall, it would be immensely difficult to sneak into the city.

He truly dared not imagine what would have happened to Lian'er if Wu Yidan hadn't blocked that whip for her.

"This is simply too exaggerated. Entering the bridal chamber with a dead person?" To be honest, I never imagined that such a vulgar custom could exist.

Of course, the Beast Emperor itself might possess merely the intelligence of a beast; otherwise, with a strength of its caliber, it would have been fully capable of controlling demonic energy and maintaining a relative degree of rationality.

A marvelous wave of warm current was circulating within her body, gently gliding across her heart—a touch of warmth, a trace of slight itchiness, stirring up a ring of vexing ripples.

Perhaps it was a deeply influential organization, perhaps even one connected to the entire previous incident, an organization tied to the Nine Families. It had to be. Only a force of that magnitude could obtain that bronze tree and the octahedral bronze bells.

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