Volume 1, Chapter 33: Kill... Me

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Gazing at everything inside the old house, Lin Chu could not help but suddenly realize that time truly was flowing. He had always thought that the beautiful things he had missed would remain where they were, waiting for him forever, like devout guardians protecting his memories.

His sword swept through the void, and it seemed that some heavy object had fallen to the ground, landing directly before his eyes.

But no matter what, it was a hundred times better than letting Emperor Chongkang learn the truth. Besides, phrased this way, it was actually more likely to win people’s trust.

After hearing Han Sanping’s conditions, Dou Wei made a quick calculation in his mind and thought with delight:

If someone—whether a teacher, a student, or a person sent by the Ministry of Magic—wanted to learn the Daoist arts of the Flower Nation, how should Siyan respond?

The Thirty-Two Manifestations of Guanyin had only just begun to emerge, like a flash of brilliance, yet in the blink of an eye, they were doused with a basin of cold water and fell silent.

Among the soldiers of the Fire Nation were also two ninjas whose strength seemed quite impressive, having reached the level of mid-ranking ninja. Though the two were formidable, they were struggling badly against the fierce assault of the four Water Nation ninjas, who were no weaker than they were. They were already finding it difficult to hold their ground.

When it finally looked up, Lei Jun was still sitting there, his head resting against the back of the chair, his eyes slightly narrowed.

His speech was halting and faint, but its meaning still came through clearly.

It was precisely because of those one or two medicinal ingredients that they could confirm the prescription was indeed for treating menstrual cramps. Otherwise, they might have thought it was meant to cure some entirely different illness.

Mei Yun had no idea that after Liu Qingshan had emerged from the wilderness and entered the city, some subconscious part of him had always worried about food. Whenever there was food, he would never let it pass him by.

“They’re dead. All of them are dead…”

The clan leader’s haggard face was filled with unbearable grief, yet his words revealed an overwhelming terror and dread.

Cangmang Mountain had gathered the last elite forces of Li Zicheng, most of whom remained loyal to him. Although the Ming army had fought its way in and driven them back again and again, they continued to resist stubbornly, refusing to collapse at the first opportunity.

A green radiance, brimming with the vitality of life, suddenly enveloped Luo Chen and Bing Xin, then slowly sank beneath the tranquil surface of the lake.

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“I obey, General.”

Ji Feng and Zhang Kuishan returned to the training ground to continue directing the drills, joining in with the training themselves.

Herilis glanced at the burning forest and felt the waves of heat rushing toward her. She clenched her fists.

Strictly speaking, Huzhou was still under the rule of the various feudal lords. Yet the existence of the Martial Alliance allowed those lords to coexist peacefully. That was something the Divine Dragon Empire did not want to see—and something Liu Qingshan wanted even less. Why else would he have promised them two opportunities to establish nations? Was it not precisely to make them turn on one another and fight to the death?

It was already afternoon. Qin Feng had slept for most of the day, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He got up to find something to eat, but suddenly heard a dense burst of gunfire from the northeast. He immediately ordered someone to call the Second Independent Regiment and ask what had happened.

In the original story, the kind-hearted Buu had also followed Satan. It seemed that the universe’s power of correction was still at work, much to Herilis’s satisfaction.

It was noon, and the sunlight was far hotter than it had been in the morning. Fortunately, cool breezes occasionally drifted through the woods, so the two people in the tree did not feel particularly warm.

Because Russia was so vast, Old Ninth’s front line had been stretched too thin, making it impossible to concentrate his forces and attack a single point. This caused the Forty Thieves no end of frustration. All Old Ninth could provide them with was equipment and provisions; the rest had to be handled by the thieves themselves.

This was one of the more prosperous streets in the Yuelu district. Even though it was already past midnight, plenty of pedestrians were still coming and going. Seeing Lu Beiran and Xu Nianqing flirting with each other, they could not help showing envious expressions.

The Free Empire had originally planned to mobilize a fleet of one thousand ships from Jinpeng Port to attack the coastal harbors of the Alliance Empire. But if they did that, they truly would be leaving the Alliance army no chance of survival, and it might provoke them into launching a desperate counterattack.

“Give the extra to the other brothers and sisters. It’s not as though we lack this sort of thing.”

Yushengxiang spoke with great generosity. There were indeed some spatial devices available at present, but they were still extremely expensive, and even having the money did not guarantee one could buy them. More importantly, they were also symbols of status.

“All right, then. Thank you, Beiran.”

As Lin Jingyao spoke, he walked over to the table, picked up a disposable bowl and chopsticks, and began eating as well.

“That’s all you have to say? You call that explaining in detail?”

Mi Du glared at Old Ninth, his teeth aching with frustration.

After hearing what Xu Dao said, everyone gradually fell silent. He was right. This was no time to admire or envy others. Escaping themselves was what mattered most.

He Qiuyan was merely an ordinary princess. Though she was somewhat hot-tempered and tended to lose her head when trouble arose, she was still terrified when she suddenly heard that she had crippled a member of a gang—especially a black gang. But then she recalled the imposing way Li Shangshan had acted and deliberately began asking about him.

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Lu Beiran parked the car in the lot, and the group then headed to the dormitory together. It was already two in the morning, and none of them could be bothered to wash up. They simply lay down on their beds.

“Where is this? How did I get here?”

Harry turned to ask Zhang Chen, who was roasting meat over the campfire.

“All right. Even if catching shrimp is dangerous, sir can still deal with it.”

Mota agreed at once.

As he spoke, Zhao Yan lifted the black bag and tossed it downward. A clattering sound immediately rang out—the crisp collision of blue crystal coins from within.

Although Yan Zheng and the other high-ranking second-tier experts were displeased, they still followed Li Rui in clearing away the surrounding monsters and hurried toward the seventeen people led by Shangguan Luohua.

His eyes revealed an extremely complicated state of mind. In the end, he let out a long sigh, as though he had resigned himself to his fate.

Luca was clearly not yet capable of casting a Joy Spell of this level. Even so, his proficiency in mental magic had increased dramatically. The number of spells he could use had risen from the single Stun Spell he originally knew to three: the Joy Spell, along with the Laughing Spell he had learned by sheer accident.

Loren Turin had originally seemed likely to treat the appointment as something he had been forced to accept at most—going through the motions while buying time to find a solution. But judging by his current efficiency, he really seemed intent on serving as an “Imperial Envoy” for once.

All at once, the glass wall split in two, forming a passageway. The three of them entered without hesitation, clearly accustomed to the sight.

Jian Jianghan’s entire body was covered in savage wounds. His face was filled with terror as he lay helplessly on the ground, blood soaking through his tattered clothes.

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