Day Sixteen: My Brother Loves Me Too Much

The fist didn’t retract at all, nor did the arm bend, yet it unleashed such a tremendous burst of power that it forced him to stagger back several steps. If he were given the chance to unleash a finishing move like his own—turning his back and delivering a heavy punch—wouldn’t it send him flying ten meters away?

Yet, in less than half a second, the three figures mysteriously reappeared exactly where they had been, their faces etched with shock.

By now, Chen Qingyang could not hold on much longer. If rescue didn’t come soon, his soul would be utterly erased by the white-haired elder.

None of his previous opponents had ever operated openly; all conducted their schemes from the shadows, unwilling to expose their madness in broad daylight for all to see. Yet now, the Redeemer had invaded the television station’s signal?

Zhao Yu suddenly felt tears streaming down his face. He had long wished to keep a low profile, buried deep beneath the earth, yet the Seven Ghosts were more eager than himself—why was that?

As Lin Tiancheng slew more and more of the rogue spirits, the emperors of the Spirit Clan began to issue their own declarations.

His suit was a pristine white from head to toe, but near the collar, on the chest pocket, the button stitching, the hem, and the tailored lines at the back, the designer had deliberately embroidered golden threads as decoration.

The Lord of the Four Seasons walked slowly across the hard black stone surface, step by step, heading toward the distant, endless land ahead.

All the members of the Xuanwu Thirty-Three Heavenly Palace deeply regretted their actions. When the rift opened, they had been so eager to descend first and seize the opportunity.

As the Savior’s palm came crashing down, Nero suddenly let out a fierce roar. He violently hurled Jiang Hao away but took the Savior’s strike head-on, crashing heavily onto the ground and cracking a massive fissure in the earth beneath him.

After transforming into a dragonman, Scott’s fighting spirit surged. He didn’t stop to consider how to revert back but instead charged forward to engage the scorpion man in close combat.

Compared to the north, the battles in the central region were even fiercer. In De City stood Liu Yu; in Shu, Sun Ce; in Zi City, Xiao Daocheng; and in Mei City, Xiao Yan—all powerful forces clustered together, each vying to unify Shu. Without rivers of blood, it was nearly impossible to stand out.

At that moment, Qiao Ying donned a somewhat simple long brocade robe in a plain cyan hue. Deep brown silk threads embroidered plum blossoms from the hem all the way up to her waist. A broad dark purple sash cinched her slender waist, accentuating her graceful figure and lending an elegant yet noble air.

Mu Xueting clenched her delicate fists slightly, her eyelashes fluttering. Suddenly, she threw the medical record aside and strode over to the bedside, slapping Chen Minyi across the face.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yanshou halted his steps. Behind him, ten thousand Black Cloud Guards stood in neat formation, eyes fixed on the approaching elite cavalry.

When he spoke, the corners of his mouth habitually lifted into a smile, radiating sincerity. That smile alone was enough to invisibly bridge the distance between them. If Bai Xu’s charisma derived from his system-given powers, then this man’s charm was purely a matter of innate talent.

Having just reunited with his son, paternal love swelled uncontrollably in his chest. Even though Shen Yu hadn’t requested a house on this side, he still wished to give her more—always more.

“All right, your brothers will arrange to have it delivered shortly.” The belongings of the two uncles, as well as the clan’s daily necessities, would all be sent over.

Therefore, Austin planned to combine the two techniques to form an even more powerful attack.

When one reached the elementary level D—the only level allowed to exceed the standard—there was always a core item kept on hand: the life-saving artifact known as the Super Sacred Potion.

The journey to Xiong’an City Hospital went smoothly. Though the scene remained exactly as before, Qin Fen felt a stirring of unfamiliar emotions within.

“I’m not familiar. How about you? You must have faced him directly. Tell me—after all, we share a common enemy. It might help us when the time comes,” said Sun Qian with a smile.

Without pasture, the cattle and sheep could not reproduce. If surrounded by the Han army too long, starvation and freezing to death were inevitable.

Because Lu Liting hadn’t used Weibo before, this time he registered a new account to make clarifications. Originally, Qiao Mimi suggested using her account, but Lu Liting refused. Qiao Mimi’s Weibo handle was “Mimi,” so Lu Liting changed his to “Owning Mimi.”

His large palm pressed firmly against her head, drawing her body closer. The palm slowly slid down to her rounded, pert hips, squeezing them with force.

Since regaining his memories, Qin Yu had made great strides in all aspects, especially his mindset and mental state.

“Here, have some,” Qin Fen said, turning his head to gaze at the scenery beside the road. “I don’t know when this was made, but it’s still fresh and clean.”

“That said, if this traitor is one of your Sword Domain’s five sealed swordsmen, even if you wipe out the elite of the Soul Domain, I’m afraid your Sword Domain won’t have many left,” Hong Taiyang quickly added.

The wholesale cost was 65 yuan. Including rent and other expenses, the cost per barrel soared to 68 yuan. His current price was purely malicious—not a generous clearance sale.

With Yang Yuqing’s guidance and recommendation, many customers came to the store specifically for Zheng Shuyun.

Xing Mu squinted suspiciously. What had the protector said upon entering? What crisis had arisen that caused the two to leave so hastily?

Getting the horses accustomed to their caretakers before saddling them prevented them from struggling.

Lin Youran called her a few times, finally bringing him back to attention. Yet she suspected the man was scheming ways to prank her.

“Cluck, cluck!” The zombie swallowed hard, overwhelmed by boundless terror and pain. Its face, squeezed black and purple by Long Fei’s grip, could barely utter a word.

“Hurry and calculate how long these supplies will last! If it’s not enough, just scold me and add more!” came the urging voice.

If the demon king was slain, the morale of the demon beasts would plummet, making the battle easier.

But clearly, he was overthinking. If it were so easy, wouldn’t all cultivators across the continent pray to be struck by lightning every day?

When I saw it was that lame old man, he gripped my wrist tightly, as if he had much to say.

Chen Cheng went out again, this time standing at a distance rather than on the platform, and called out to the other side.

“Yes,” Zhang Qifeng replied cleanly and decisively. By then, he had fully resigned himself. Whether Xiang Hao freed him a year later or not, at least for now, Xiang Hao would not kill him—he was still alive.