Volume 1, Chapter 42: Saving Someone? Save My Ass!

"Big sister, will you take me along when you start dating in the future, okay?" Xi Qing looked up, her large eyes blinking.

While clearing the battlefield, the soldiers finally found Feng Lei. The blood had drained from his body, staining a large patch of earth red. Fang Zhengqiang held him, tears streaming down his cheeks, his mouth wide open, yet he was unable to make a sound.

Zhan retreated three steps, putting several meters of distance between them. As the one positioned furthest forward in the squad, he was not panicked by the sudden danger.

Dong Yuan climbed onto the bed and lowered the curtains herself. The light inside the bed dimmed instantly, casting shadows all around.

In Sha’s eyes, shock was also evident. Unlike the others, he knew that this plane could only support energy up to the "Fourth Rank." Even though Lin Yi had reached the "Void God Realm," there was no reason he should be able to use power exceeding the limits of this plane.

Concubine Tao felt a warmth in her heart; so he still remembered her. The reason he hadn't come over yet was probably because her day hadn't arrived this month, right?

"Third Brother, it's me." A man with a wretched appearance walked out, nodding and bowing to the Third Brother. This fellow’s strength was also around the Fourth Rank.

The Xuanhuang Mountains, stretching for ten thousand miles, extended from the far east of Qingzhou in the east to the shores of Xuanjing City in the Great Xia’s Central Province. Spanning nearly two provinces of the Great Xia, they were, in fact, the body of the Xuanling.

On the second day, a Sunday, although the flow of people in "Green Fat Red Thin" was already quite high, compared to the market days after the weekend, the customer traffic for the days to follow would likely trend toward a normal figure.

The tasks taken on by Tianxia Zhi had never failed. The Giant Demon Alliance was clearly trying to force others to retreat in the face of difficulty.

Shihao's innocent smile made Lin Lu feel that childhood was truly wonderful. It was a pity he could no longer return to it; seizing the future well was what he needed to do now.

Lin Lei agreed respectfully on the surface, but in his heart, he thought that the age limit for the draft set by Lin Xinrui eliminated some hopes and relieved him of some helplessness.

The Shinigami responsible for guarding the area looked at each other in dismay. Although they had never seen Unohana Yachiru drunk, given her notoriety, even the slightest loss of control would cause immense harm to the Seireitei.

Keshilian Ziluolan remained silent. She neither agreed nor opposed, showing no stance at all, allowing the political giant waves in the council to surge as if she had already decided to abandon Kane.

Before this skirmish, the nobles were extremely confident, as their infantry phalanxes had dominated the continent for nearly a thousand years.

However, Nagasawa had already lunged out at an angle, his long sword in his right hand sweeping across to slash at the Quincy's ankle.

"Television stations have music rooms, and because of the interludes in the last season of 'Dream Good Voice,' the instruments prepared this time are very complete," Ding Yanning said with a feigned dissatisfied smile.

The clamor from the audience was incessant; everyone was stirred up by this news, and even many big shots in the VIP section stood up.

Dantai Yu acknowledged the order, unable to even spare the time to ask about the secrets of the Child of Chaos on Qingxu or the young Black Tortoise, and hurriedly rushed toward the dam at full speed.

White roses—do they symbolize undying love? Kane gently picked up the flower left by his lover, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

A horrifying scene occurred. In full view of everyone, the toad had not even jumped a meter before it suddenly collapsed for some unknown reason, and its palm-sized body gradually began to bleed.

Suddenly feeling that something was wrong, the smoke entering its mouth, nose, and abdomen was not only delicious but seemed to carry an indescribable sensation; the cigarette was moving toward its soul core.

Ji Mengyu still showed no sign of turning her gaze back, and her cold words carried not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Christmas Eve was supposed to be a quiet and peaceful holiday, but two consecutive days of "gangster wars" cast a bloody pall over this year's Christmas. Yes, the United States was far from the battlefield, but it could not escape the smoke of gunpowder.

"How is the situation now?" Han Sui asked. "My Lord! Everything is going smoothly. We have not only captured Jiuquan Commandery and Xihai Commandery, but the plan to wipe out the remnants of the Ma family is also underway. Ma Chao has already fallen for the trap," Zhang Heng said.

Watching Tong Xinya shaking more and more vigorously, Shen Lingfeng’s face darkened, signaling for her to stop. But unexpectedly, Tong Xinya glanced at him, and the tears she had just held back welled up again. This time, she even pouted, as if he, Shen Lingfeng, had truly bullied her.

The crowd swarmed in, climbing up along Green Bamboo Mountain, and then found the people of the Fengzu Sect next to an elegant courtyard. The one who came to greet them was none other than Deng Pingying, the former sect leader of the Twin Gates.

Fortunately, Song Duan often traveled this way and knew her secret. Whenever he left early, he would always find his way here, waiting until the dead of night to leave. The back room was kept quite clean.

However, a breakthrough achieved using the Divine Origin had no hidden injuries or sequelae; there was no need to worry about an unstable foundation, as the Divine Origin resolved every trouble.

The only unit still worth mentioning was the 57th Division. Yu Chengwan had been leading his troops in a desperate fight against the Japanese on the front lines. By daybreak, there were fewer than five thousand men left in the entire division; a full half of the brothers had been left on the battlefield.

He felt this method was excellent. Hong Xuanji wanted to be a so-called "great loyal official"—would he maintain the dignity of the Crown Prince, or choose his son to be a "great honest official," thereby creating a rift with the Prince?

"Do we know each other?" It seemed she was not an NPC, but a company employee responsible for live-action roleplay. I was incredibly lucky to actually run into a colleague here.