Volume 1, Chapter 38: Drawing a Snake and Adding Feet

"If the Marquis does not agree, I shall not rise!" Mi Zhu turned his head away, stubborn as an ox.

In truth, it was all a fabrication; there was no military exercise at all. Mi Lan had merely sent them on a wild goose chase. Fortunately, they had been well-prepared and managed to reach the assembly point in time.

"Screech—!" The ear-piercing sound of brakes reached Ling Xue'er’s ears. As inertia threw her forward, she shot a look of furious indignation at Guo Nianfei.

Ling Tong naturally knew that Zhuang Yan’s power had come about far too suspiciously. Although they did not know the reason, his innate sensitivity to spiritual energy and his exceptional keenness of sight led him to speak up and inquire.

When he climbed to the ninety-meter mark, he could go no further. Yet, he refused to give up, struggling to persist. But as he took the next step, he plummeted heavily to the ground, and those above him fell as well.

A cold shout erupted from the lips of the Ice Phantom Demon Emperor. As her delicate mouth parted slightly and rolling demonic energy surged, something resembling a fragment of a jade tablet slowly rose into the air.

Sitting on the ground, Zhang Tianxiang, a seasoned surgeon, knew that Young Master Wang had indeed broken two ribs in his chest.

The next day, Lin Mu was the first to wake. The moment he opened his eyes, his first instinct was to turn and see if Yang Zi had awakened.

What exactly was he nervous about? Ye Yaotiao looked back at the pancake shop and then at the old man selling the pancakes. She noticed the old man looking in their direction, his brows knitted with a faint trace of anger. Ye Yaotiao’s pupils contracted slightly; there was something fishy going on here.

Once Lin Zhouzhou confirmed the marriage certificate was authentic, she lost all appetite for her meal. They left the hot pot restaurant immediately and headed to a bar.

The squad leader told me that becoming a sharpshooter is no simple feat; a significant part of it is achieved by feeding oneself with countless bullets.

Su You turned back to look and found that no one was paying him any mind. He returned his gaze to the initial buyer, who appeared troubled, unable to decide whether to take the worthless scraps back or where else to discard them.

Catapults and bolt-throwers launched a fierce assault on the city walls. As soon as the Chinese players approached, many were struck down. Yet, while the front gate was under siege, shouts from players also erupted at the rear gate; both entrances were surrounded by Chinese players.

After I cleared all the obstacles, what awaited me was a rapid sprint, followed by dropping to the ground for high-speed fire.

"County Magistrate Gu, please rest assured. We will conduct a thorough investigation of all traffic routes in the county to prevent any hidden dangers." Director Li shook hands with Gu Zhao, glanced at Feng Jidong waiting nearby, nodded, and walked away.

Just as Han Xue was being forced to drink, Li Tian suddenly appeared, beat the two scoundrels into a pulp, and once he saw them lying on the ground unable to rise, he carried her out of the bar. Beyond that, Han Xue retained only faint memories.

The accident was not an isolated incident. Just as the poor wretch stopped struggling, two more flamethrower operators caught fire. Then four, five, and even seven. In less than half a minute, all eight operators on the scene had been swallowed by the flames.

"Wuchang, is there really no room for negotiation? Other conditions are manageable, but that concession—could you please give it up? I am begging you..." Gu Bai had never imagined a day would come when he would be forced to grovel before Wuchang.

The leader of the A-grade late-stage, a burly giant, sent the Mountain-Sea Beast flying with a single punch. His cold gaze cut through the obstacles and landed on Elder Mei.

Luo Lie entrusted the investigation of the mole to Zhang Changong. Shao Wei, not planning to leave anytime soon, volunteered to assist Zhang Changong.

Such inefficiency was unjustifiable, yet it was the best the two deans could achieve with all their efforts. It was for this reason that the Sang sisters risked everything to search for a path to a breakthrough in the Primordial Ruins.

"Yes, dig trenches." Kang Lin did not waste words with him, merely waving his hand to order him to notify Liu Laoliu, who was at the temporary camp, immediately.

I watched Director Nick’s focused expression as he observed the battle, and I abandoned the thought of stepping in to interrupt the fight between the Punisher and Kingpin.

In this battle, Wang Jiu defined his role as the pilot behind the scenes and the equipment on the field, rather than the flashy protagonist of a duel. His sword techniques could not exceed the structural limits of his mount.

These individuals were all renowned experts in the Xiangzhou sword cultivation circle, regarded by many as the future of the Wuxiang Sword Academy. As the current dean and elders gradually retreated to the background, these people would inevitably become the helmsmen of the academy.

Thousands of survivors began to retreat toward the rear of Chanda, while the Mountain Giant remained at the back of the line to intercept the enemy.

It was even worse back then, for the entire world had been veiled in a layer of gray dust.

A figure could be vaguely seen soaring into the air, colliding violently with the Blood Serpent God in the sky.

Yin Su'e was held by her slender waist as she stood in mid-air. The person holding her had a curvaceous, fiery figure, even more alluring than her own, and a sweet fragrance drifted from them. Who else could it be but Zhang Ruirui?

It was said that even Liu Xu and Zhou Dong, who were close to Bai Lang, were kept in the dark, with only Yang Xiu, the one who executed the plan, knowing the inside story.