52 Little Card

Regaining his breath slightly, Lin Yi dragged Daoist Qingguan behind a large boulder and reactivated the light talisman.

Time passed slowly while Li Jing'er concentrated on her drawing. With a background in design and a keen sensitivity to things and fantasy, by the time the auction arrived, she had already completed a full set of works.

Lü Bu sighed slightly and glanced to his side. Seeing about thirty elite halberd-wielding soldiers with cold gazes and palpable fighting spirit, he immediately let out a loud shout and personally led the charge.

"I'm just afraid the police won't let us off so easily," Brother Qiang said, lighting another Zhonghua cigarette and taking a puff.

Standing outside the cave dwelling was not Xuan Yu, but a middle-aged man in a red robe. He was solidly built, yet had a sallow complexion and a haggard expression, looking as though he had not yet recovered from a severe illness.

While the warlords were relieved that Lü Bu was busy dealing with internal strife, only Cao Cao keenly realized that Lü Bu, having eradicated his internal instability, was about to send out troops once more.

Yurou grew melancholy again as she spoke. This trip to America, she had thought there would be a chance to take things a step further with him, but things turned out contrary to expectations. Instead, he and Sister Yu flew off to Alaska alone, and their relationship had deepened significantly.

Just then, Sha Dutian walked over and said, "Moron, I wonder if old Shen and the others have set off yet. From what I can tell, they don't seem to want to travel with old Shen's group." He had a very good impression of Shen Zhentian. With the journey ahead being fraught with danger—and even Geqiayan struggling greatly despite having a map—let alone Shen Zhentian and his companions.

Lü Bu received Elder Lady Xu with high-level hospitality. To show warmth and respect, he brought Diaochan to entertain Elder Lady Xu in a side hall and specially invited Cheng Yu to accompany them.

Qi Sanren, however, comforted the crowd, saying that General Gongsun could not bear excessive slaughter and was currently repenting and seeking redemption. Once he broke free from his demonic obsessions, he would surely distance himself from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world in the future and become a benevolent sage who delivered all living creatures from suffering, and so on.

Tonight the wind was fierce, and dark clouds obscured the moon. This was not a good sign, as such occurrences usually signaled that a violent storm was on the way.

Zhang Tianhao instantly pushed Lingbo Weibu to its absolute limit, and that sword grazed right past his side, piercing a massive crater into the ground beside him.

Ahead of him, Jones was now completely unrecognizable. His withered corpse lay motionless on the sandy ground, and the once full and robust muscles had become like air-dried cured meat—lacking luster and extremely rigid.

Upon hearing this order, volleys of arrows were swiftly unleashed. Many ferocious beasts were struck and collapsed on the spot, but even more beasts charged forward without hesitation, slamming directly into the surrounding wall.

Although these were all travels from his early youth, setting the groundwork decades in advance like hidden threads in a tapestry was truly nothing extraordinary.

"I know everything, I know it all!" Pausing for a moment, Yue'er raised her head and quietly looked at Yun Xiao, her clear, bright eyes shimmering with a layer of mist.

At this moment, Zhang Nansheng seemed lost in memories. His enchanting and exquisitely beautiful face was filled with reminiscing about the past and a sense of resentment toward bygone days.

The design blueprint was clear at a glance, and everything that could be seen was right before him. Needless to say, Vegapunk's profound knowledge meant his insights were certainly not baseless.

As for just how terrifying this suction force was, one only needed to look at Thunder Tiger. Pulled by this suction, Thunder Tiger was like a fallen leaf in a gale, instantly flying toward the statue and sticking tightly to it, unable to break free.

"Shiyu, why are you being so willful? Young Master Zhang is your imperial father's distinguished guest. Where does this leave your imperial father's dignity?" the Dragon Emperor's voice echoed.

In a flash, an aircraft slowed down and glided past right in front of them, and Yun suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face through the other party's transparent window.

Coming out of the hotel, I was still somewhat dazed. I felt a lingering sense of guilt toward the proprietress, yet I didn't know what to say. In the end, I let out a sigh, watching wistfully as the proprietress walked away on her own. I wanted to reach out and pull her back, but extending my hand felt utterly powerless. Even if I pulled her back, what could I do?

Just thinking about that night of tender intimacy made Mo Qianqian lower her head in embarrassment, tightly gripping the medical report that she had bitten somewhat torn, staring blankly and not knowing what to say next.

Right now, Ye Qiu was fiercely battling the Grand Elder in a spatial turbulence, presenting the perfect opportunity for her to reap the spoils.

Though he was the master of a sacred land, he knew very little about that cataclysmic war from the ancient era.

"Since things have come to this, do whatever you want with me—fight or kill. I lost, and I admit it." Huang Baliu was quite straightforward. Seeing that he was no match, he simply closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate. Surrounded by hundreds of people, escaping was utterly out of the question, leaving him with no choice but to feel despair.

"No, no, I can massage myself," Xu Qingmo said while refusing, as he lay down on the bed and arranged his posture, projecting the clear message: "I'm ready, come give me a massage."

Qian Jie said calmly, without entanglement or melancholy, stating it as plainly as he always did.

All the new recruits and members of the younger generation looked at him in sheer shock. He was actually someone from the Pirate King's ship? And a commander at that? The Third Division Commander?

"Oh, stop asking. The company's top executives specifically held a meeting to instruct us not to leak or discuss this matter." Fu Qiang shot a look at Wu Tingting, implying that outsiders were present now, and if she wanted to gossip, she could wait until they got home tonight.

Long Qingqing's body slowly drifted into mid-air. At this moment, all the supreme venerables of the cultivation world turned their gazes toward the Central Domain. Long Luo and Xue Qingru were in the midst of a conversation when both suddenly froze in shock, turning their gazes toward the Central Domain as well. Long Luo exclaimed in astonishment, "This... this is..." Xue Qingru murmured, "The Primordial Force. Yet another Primordial Force."

A hint of shock also appeared on Mu Xueying's face. Having already stepped into the Void-Breaking Realm, she still only managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of a white figure flashing by, after which Zhu Yong suffered severe injuries on the spot.

The Grand Elder's injuries just now were extremely severe. If not treated promptly, they would likely leave him with lifelong sequelae, and his cultivation might even become impossible to recover.

It was precisely because of this confidence that Xiao Yunfu felt certain he could fight this old monster of the Triple Hua-Qi Realm.

That night, the clansmen lit bonfires, drinking wine and eating meat while singing and dancing. Wanyan Shilu repeatedly toasted and saluted Yang Yunhan, deeply eager to befriend such a hero.

Back then at the Mandala Sanctuary, Tang Baihui had used this "Heaven and Earth Compliance" technique to kill the golden silkworm, and now he unleashed it once again to attack Yang Yunhan.