Chapter 58 Extra Story
Just as he was filled with shock and suspicion, the hatch on top of the submarine suddenly opened, and several figures sprang out from within. Clad in futuristic silver-white battle armor, they soared into the air and sped directly toward their fishing boat.
"Regardless of the reason, let's take the body back for further examination and draw conclusions afterward." However, Jiang Chonglang's words prompted the others to think.
These avatars were not Ou Yu Tianhua's natal avatars, but rather a peerless offensive technique he unleashed through special stimulation.
When the program reached its end, the trio known as the Iron Triangle had long since been won over by Lin Ruofeng, obediently tagging along behind him as he explained the names and medicinal properties of various herbs.
Murong Qing was taken aback for a moment, and then her expression turned somewhat unsightly, as if being singled out by Su Nan was an insult. She said coldly:
She opened her eyes and found to her horror that she had been brought to a desolate, uninhabited place, with her hands and feet tied. Her mouth was also stuffed with a towel. Her cries to heaven brought no response, and her pleas to the earth found no answer.
On the platform! There were normal decorations used by wealthy families at that time. The most common ones were thermoses, water cups, and teacups. In addition, the finest ceramic jars of the era were also displayed.
His words were evidently very reasonable. After he finished speaking, the martial artists in the arena calmed down and focused their attention entirely on the painting.
At this moment, Ye Haoran's consciousness still existed, but he could no longer feel his physical body. If it were an ordinary cultivator reduced to such a state, even without the burning of the five-colored flames, they would not have lived long. Yet Ye Haoran miraculously survived in this manner.
Upon reaching the Martial Master realm, a warrior would manifest their elemental attribute talent, infusing attribute changes into their spiritual power to make their offensive strength more formidable and their combat methods more diverse, often catching opponents off guard.
After the few finished paying their respects, Li Qiu said, "Let's go, President Zhuang is still waiting upstairs." With that, she turned around and led the way forward.
The sun set and the moon rose, and night descended once more. The nightlife of Martial Artist City officially began as Su Yu and the members of the Qingyan Hunting Group emerged from the Zhang Family Barbecue Restaurant, rubbing their bulging bellies.
"Heeheehee, why is there no hope now?" Zhao Lili asked happily, looking at that handsome face which revealed a look of frustration and slightly knitted brows. This big boy was truly pure; he couldn't even hide the slightest expression.
Originally, she just wanted to put on a diva's airs and strike for a few days, but who could have foreseen that it would result in such a situation.
For instance, the exoskeleton armor researched by Haichen was one such example. With it, even demolition charges could be dispensed with; upon encountering terrorists, one could simply smash through walls with their fists and take the enemy's head directly.
"Sister, you've been socializing for half a day, have some pastries and fruit. You must be awfully tired and hungry too." Shen Lingxuan handed a pastry to Zhao Lili and then picked up the champagne to pour a glass for both of them.
She found it as difficult to sleep as Chen Feng, her body flushed and burning hot. If the lights were on, Chen Feng would have seen her deeply blushing cheeks.
The young man nodded. "Let them enter." As he spoke, his eyes did not leave the papers in his hands.
"Silly girl, what is there to be nervous about? I am right inside the Illusory Void Ring; if you encounter anything, you can summon me out directly." Yang Cheng walked up to Yu Jia, grasped her shoulders, and looked at her with a smile.
Just as Yu Jia's voice trailed off, a beam of pitch-black light suddenly burst forth from her body. The next moment, a sword as thin as a cicada's wing hovered directly above the crown of her head.
With that, Shi Yao motioned for the Water Moon Spirit Bird to move. Yet for some reason, the Water Moon Spirit Bird fluttered its wings a few times but remained right where it was.
Wu Shaoqi waved his slender hand gently, and cyan flames surged around his body. Ordinary emperors dared not even cross paths with his edge, and even when two or three emperors joined forces, they were defeated one by one. Like a fire emperor descended to the mortal realm, his agile figure flashed rapidly, and every single strike inevitably sent an emperor flying backward.
Going over directly to embrace Zhang Mingyun and pulling up the back of her clothes, what he saw was indeed still those things, prompting him to let out an involuntary sigh of relief.
Zhao Yi was extremely familiar with Xu Shu. Before Liu Bei visited the thatched cottage three times, Xu Shu was Liu Bei's most crucial strategist. Had Cao Cao not invited Xu Shu's mother to Cao's camp, there would never have been the event of Xu Shu leaving to recommend Zhuge Liang.
Their gazes met, and in that instant... a sense of vicissitudes akin to a lifetime passing emptied out everything around them.
Speaking of which, they were two people who possessed strong competitiveness from the very beginning and whose personalities did not mesh well.
Lu Zhi nodded in appreciation, quite satisfied with this disciple of his. Liu Bei inquired about the current strategic situation of the Guangzong battle. Hearing that Lu Zhi's army of fifty thousand was locked in a stalemate with Zhang Jiao's army of one hundred and fifty thousand, Liu Bei feared Lu Zhi might be overwhelmed by superior numbers and had come specifically to assist.
Just as she stepped out of the auction house's doors, Shi Yao noticed that the scarred man had not left either, but was waiting right at the entrance.
Song Yazhu nodded politely, then sat down, picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in front of her, and chewed.
"Your Highness, My Lady, have you fallen asleep?" At the door, the voice that sounded was not that of Chuxia or Zhiqui, but rather Lu Caixi's voice.
Nan Gongming gripped his hands tightly, suddenly feeling a strong urge to keep the child. What if the child wasn't healthy? He could afford to raise them, ensuring they lived a carefree life of luxury and comfort with fine silks and abundant food forever.
Xi Xichen laughed generously. Her alcohol tolerance was decent; red wine and beer posed no challenge to her, though she simply couldn't handle hard liquor.
Yan Xiaoxiao leisurely walked into the kitchen and sure enough saw porridge being kept warm in the thermal container. She heated up the pan-fried dumplings and enjoyed a comfortable breakfast. Days where one could sleep until waking up naturally were truly blissful, and Yan Xiaoxiao felt her mood brighten considerably.