Volume One, Chapter 55: What Kind of Luck Has the Zhao Family Prayed For?

The waitress responded with a standard smile and said, "Certainly, sir. Please wait a moment." With that, she cleared away the empty glass and soon returned with a fresh one.

Yue Kun deliberately guided Yue Bai to survey the crowd of Tianyi Sect members who were drinking and laughing, as if selecting a target for his next move.

The old emperor frowned, kicked Yue Kun aside, strode forward, and flung open the curtain with one swift motion. Another shrill scream pierced the air. Qingcao, who was crouched under the bed with her ears covered, grimaced in annoyance.

Tukhachevsky, Ivanov, and Dadenov convened an urgent meeting. On one hand, they pushed the Model 72 anti-tank guns forward; on the other, they once again formed cavalry suicide squads to charge and strike at the infantry of the German 11th and 10th Armies.

Now that his own son's mischief had become the talk of the city, what would become of him if Lian Rong refused? How would his son ever move forward?

"Wait a moment, sir. We're willing to cooperate, but how do you plan to guarantee our personal safety?" The soldier was clearly tempted.

He simply hadn't expected such consequences. The same lizard had eaten those white granules as they had; after escaping, it burrowed under the sand.

Lin Xiao gave a cold snort and stepped aside to rest, ignoring the others. Saeko Busujima gave the group an apologetic bow, then went to sit next to Lin Xiao. She took his hand, gave it a gentle shake, and silently comforted him, urging him not to be upset.

"What do you mean? I don't understand; you'll have to enlighten me," Schörner said, shaking his head and humbly seeking guidance.

The plant where Qingcao resided shook its supple branches a few times, cleared its throat, and successfully drew the attention of all the trees nearby.

"After the ancient war, hateful humans, unwilling to let Lord Chiyou reincarnate, forcibly separated his three souls and seven spirits, scattering them across the realms… Yet by a twist of fate, I managed to obtain one of them." Siyou let out a cold laugh as he released his grip.

Long Yao, accompanied by Su Wanqing and Long Ziming, walked slowly down the avenue leading to the Dragon Palace's main hall, all the while watched closely by a retinue of guards.

Generally, the price of a spiritual artifact varies: a common-grade item is worth only a few spirit stones, a fine-grade nearly a hundred, a superior-grade about a thousand, and a supreme-grade more than ten thousand. Relics, however, fetch several times the price of a spiritual artifact of the same rank.

Even the place where he found himself began to warp and twist, with even more phantoms appearing.

Yet Wang Xiang’er’s honeymoon was anything but smooth and blissful; compared to Yang Qiao’er, it was a world apart. To call it a honeymoon was a misnomer—she might as well have called it a month of resentment, for in such a miserable time, her heart was filled with nothing but grievance and hatred.

Now Wu Dalang finally raised his head, his face first showing astonishment, then quickly shifting to fear and anxiety.

The disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage secretly grumbled: “You all have your harvest, but we must risk our lives in deadly combat.”

In the end, Ye Su made a bucket of instant noodles and left Daji’s boudoir, leaving Daji and Chunmei to share snacks together.

Ye Su, quite remarkably, had directly comprehended the method for crafting the Celestial Calamity Bone Pearl—a secret closely guarded by the Eater clan.

"Are you doubting my abilities?" Siyou's brow furrowed, a trace of anger lurking in his words.

Liu Xing received the login device from the staff and immediately connected to the game with his team. His game screen appeared in a dedicated panel on the large electronic display.

Being locked inside meant an eternity—no next life, only endless days spent beneath the sea.

"Are you talking about the Demon Suppression Tower?" Linghu Li was startled and walked to the bedside. "But I didn’t see any tower…" He glanced over and saw Ming Ye asleep with eyes closed, so he pulled the quilt over him, sat down on the floor, yawned, and soon fell asleep, resting his head against the bedside.