38 Usurping the Han (10)

Xi Yu could not understand his grandpa's meaning either, thinking to himself that since the sky had turned red, the high officials up in the imperial court must be extremely furious. With this monstrous sun refusing to set, it was naturally a momentous crisis.

"I guessed it!" Tianjiao had no desire to confess her past experiences as a thief. Thinking back on those days now, she found them childish and playful, yet only three or four years had passed, and her mindset had completely changed.

Tamik took it, and with two quick crunches, swallowed it down. Instantly, a sour and astringent sensation spread across his mouth. "Sour, numbing, astringent." Tamik's handsome face instantly scrunched up into a ball.

The score difference remained unchanged. Wu Chenggao once again leisurely walked the ball across half-court. Seeing this, Wang Dao understood as well: Wu Chenggao's strategy was very simple—they could do nothing about Taoyuan Team's offense and could only defend to the best of their ability, but during their own offensive possessions, they would slow down the pace, consume as much time as possible, and reduce the number of possessions.

Threadings through the dense forest, Xi Yu would often lift himself with a light step, springing up and down like a fleeing rabbit or a swooping falcon with an agile posture. If a hunter happened to pass by and catch a glimpse of him from afar, they would surely mistake him for a tiger or leopard flashing across their field of vision and involuntarily feel a surge of cowardice.

"That's right!" Millhouse jumped up in joy. This was the most perfect ending he could have imagined.

The head coach had to call a timeout once more. This was a routine timeout, different from the tactical tweak made earlier just to successfully inbound the ball. This time, he simply wanted to let the players calm down first. If they continued to play with such a mindset, he didn't even dare to imagine how things would develop further.

Ever since Su San learned that she had intricate ties with a laboratory in Germany, she had taken the opportunity during her free time to learn a bit of spoken German.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Yueer looked at Lin Tao's flushed palm and asked with concern, terrified that something might have happened to him.

However, at this stage, there were only these two aircraft carriers on Earth, and the United States currently faced a situation where it had no way to manufacture warships itself. Therefore, Feng Tian did not harbor the slightest worry; he had accurately calculated the urgency of the Americans' mindset, knowing that no matter how high he raised the price, they would still pay.

That ferocious sea dragon divine ability was twisted and churned by Yang Feng's sword light, then instantly rebounded, violently striking Long Kai. A terrifying force erupted instantly, and Long Kai flew backward like a tattered rag, slamming heavily against the wall of the martial arena.

His bare upper body suddenly churned violently, his meridians expanding wildly, and bulging veins faintly visible beneath his skin like enraged green serpents stretching and straining, as if desperate to burst out of his physical body.

I knew the village chief was feeling too cowardly at that moment to visit the Donkey Immortal Temple. Since the people in his village slaughtered donkeys and drank their blood, the Donkey Immortal certainly wouldn't be pleased, and he had no face to go back there.

The collapsed watchtower crashed right onto the exact spot where they had just been lying. The concrete slabs on the ground cracked open, smashed into huge craters, and steel pipes as thick as an adult's arm were twisted and snapped. Two soldiers who failed to dodge in time were crushed underneath the wreckage, with only the lower halves of their bodies exposed while their upper torsos were completely flattened into meat patties, blood flowing everywhere.

Wan Jiale possessed the highest martial arts and the strongest strength among them. If Wan Jiale were to die, Han Xiang and Zhang Qin would not last long either before being slain by the green wolf.

The moment Zhou Saturday heard that Hu Tie wasn't going to take the field, he was so happy he could do cartwheels, declaring that today he would definitely kick Song Ba down onto the ground.

Everyone stared eagerly at their attribute values, and after the system prompts finished, they put their equipment back on one by one.

The two flames in the quiet room were extinguished for just a fleeting second, but the soul had already traversed countless distances, passing from life into death, never to return.

The person patrolling was one of Qiu Limo's subordinates. After hearing what the boy said, he looked at him carefully.

And that person, who had opened his arms with an expression of relieved resignation finally blooming on his face—just as he had accepted his fate, a hand suddenly violently jerked him aside.

Lalaye crept over to Hihala and Hamji, wanting to eavesdrop on what they were discussing, and happened to hear Hihala grumbling indignantly.

However, Uesugi Yan glanced at his own attire and let go of his worry. He didn't think an otaku could look superior to him.

Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at his mother, seeming somewhat surprised by her sudden, exaggerated gesture.

And just as Wugeng Zhuxi finished speaking, her two older sisters also wore expressions of bitter amusement, helplessly slapping their own palms against their foreheads.

I shook my head. It's not shameful to admit—I am utterly terrible at planning and things of that sort. Since someone has already arranged everything, I will simply follow along and execute it, having no particular objections.

It seemed that the dark arts modifications had not only enhanced the "endurance" of the Satanic demons, but also enriched their combat styles.

Although the work was grueling, they could not afford to slack off, because if they failed to finish on schedule, the boss would dock their wages.

"Actually, the emotion I feel toward him is more of gratitude and appreciation." As she spoke, Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly turned her head, her bright, sparkling, and captivating eyes gazing straight at Hanyu.

One of the photos was rather harsh; the man in the picture was in the driver's seat while she was in the passenger seat, and the man was leaning over to kiss her cheek.

This base had already been exposed; it was impossible for him to stay here any longer. Now, it was time to return to headquarters.

Just as he parked the car, a figure walked out from the gates. He watched that retreating figure, feeling a strange sense of familiarity! He wracked his brains trying to recall, but his mind had temporarily blanked and he couldn't place it.