41 Phoenixes in Flight

Wen Jing peeled and peeled, losing track of time, until she suddenly felt a cold breeze swirling around her. She shuddered sharply, grabbed the peeled garlic to shove into her pocket, deciding to sleep first and continue peeling early tomorrow morning if she woke up early.

"Of course, and don't forget my master is known as the Living Buddha, the Divine Physician Mo," Ye Feng said with a chuckle.

"Ridiculous! A stray dog begging for food is trying to set conditions now. If you have the ability, walk right past me. Lin Ba and his father are right by my side. As long as you can make it past me, I'll let you strike," Shexiang Tong said with utter disdain, confident in his formidable strength.

At night, Wang Yuehan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She was pondering what her relationship with Zhang Yunze actually was now. Their dynamic had grown increasingly ambiguous, practically indistinguishable from that of a couple, save for the fact that neither of them had pierced that final layer of paper.

"What? You actually managed to beat Young Master Ruo!" Huangfu Jing was extremely shocked, and even Venerable Wind and Cloud wore an incredulous look.

The Japanese team abandoned their defense on a single Chinese player and began double-teaming Zhang Yunze. Zhang Yunze opted to pass the ball, but even with wide-open opportunities, the Chinese players threw up two complete air-balls and missed three out of four three-pointers. Such shooting accuracy was truly worse than Zhang Yunze forcing the shots himself.

Her lips were covered, and she lay on his sleeper berth, thus beginning to pass the night. There were many winter clothes, yet she knew not how they were shed—was it him or herself? Tong Xiyu felt it must have been him, as she was unwilling to be so proactive; that would have been far too embarrassing.

Eating these bite-sized, crumbly pastries, she felt her appetite greatly increase, almost as if she saw the children from the orphanage playing noisily around her.

Senior cultivators from the Joyful Union Sect, such as Aunt Tong, retained a deep sense of sentimental loyalty toward the sect. Should anyone dare to make a move against the Joyful Union Sect, people like Aunt Tong would never sit idly by.

Elder Bai, Nangong Wan'er, Muwei, and the others all wore constipated expressions. Pan Haodong's apology was utterly fake, dripping with sarcasm in every word.

It had come. As expected, she couldn't escape her discerning gaze. Sun An had constantly been striving to avoid death for the simple reason that Maclain could perceive every time he had died. Previously, she had nearly sliced the blood vessel on the side of his neck—the scratch from her fingernail was still there—and now, she knew once again.

Old Liu and I waited outside the workshop until his midday lunch break, when the workshop workers successively streamed out from inside.

He noticed that one of the bullet casings near the corridor wall altered its trajectory mid-air, flying off to the side.

It was evident that this was a picture captured using a mobile phone, appearing slightly blurry. Right in the center of the photograph were two young women: the facial features of one were an exact match to Wang Wan whom he had seen that day, while the other was someone he had never met before, yet judging by appearances, she should be Wen He, who used to be close to Wang Wan.

He Yixiang was the only Kings player who performed reasonably well, recording a respectable 21 points and 10 assists on 7-of-14 shooting, but such a performance was not enough to rescue a Kings team that had completely lost its way collectively.

A forced extraction referred to a threat, much like how the cruise ship captain had been threatened previously. However, a cruise ship was a one-time transaction, whereas cooperating with the police was a long-term endeavor; issuing threats could easily yield counterproductive results.

"I don't know. I replied and asked them why they wanted an interview, but those people wouldn't say, mentioning only that they would explain everything in detail once we met," Chen Yishan said, before breaking into a giggle.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Li's eyes widened as he stared nervously at the tip of the scalpel. Should the scalpel genuinely pierce the stomach bag, he was prepared to plug the wound with his hand and suture it immediately.

Some individuals in the grand hall had witnessed such a spectacle yesterday alongside the emperor on the Xuanwu Gate tower, but for the majority, it was their first time seeing it. Although some had heard tales of the otherworldly beings, actually witnessing it firsthand far surpassed the shock of mere hearsay.

"Melancholy?" Tang Xian frowned as he glanced at Lu Jia, completely unable to discern a shred of melancholy. Lu Jia had always been warm, like sunshine; how could she possibly be associated with the word melancholy?

Zhuang Cheng wore a stern and chilling expression as he addressed the white-haired elder, an aura of tragic desperation emanating from his words.

After being defeated by the scripture-seeker in Kucha City, Heavenly King Yunsha retreated all the way west. He recruited five formidable generals at Wild Wolf Mountain—Sovereign Grey Wolf, Sovereign Earth Wolf, Sovereign Ancient Wolf, Sovereign Violent Wolf, and Sovereign Tu Wolf—and continued to establish a defensive line around the Wild Wolf Mountain area to halt the scripture-seeker's westward advance.

Once the open beta test commenced, the influx of players arriving like dumplings being dropped into a pot filled all three server districts to capacity overnight.

"Exactly! The Western Regions are already ours, and don't even think about taking them back!" Wumo declared viciously.

Liu Fan said, "Of course not. It's just that right now, Yan'er, you are the one who needs company the most." As he spoke, Liu Fan gently stroked Cai Yan's high, rounded belly.

"Since it's like this... then there's nothing to be done." Without power, any action was utterly helpless—a truth Gu Luo was gradually coming to understand.

Afterward, Lin Peng simply recounted to Lin Peng what had happened two nights ago in the old school building district.

Had it been anyone else, being summoned by name only to be given the cold shoulder, their state of mind would have long since changed. Yet Xun You remained consistently calm, which piqued Liu Fan's curiosity regarding this brilliant strategist of Cao Cao from historical records—after all, he was the master tactician who helped Cao Cao drive out Lü Bu and crush Yuan Shao.

However, Lan Nolice's confusion was misinterpreted by Noliala as mockery, making him believe Lan Nolice was toying with him.

No wonder that when he first laid eyes on Aruo, he found her so pitiful and felt an immediate urge to protect her.

First of all, dodging was a subconscious reaction; secondly, dodging also indicated that he wasn't particularly close to them, and maintaining a certain degree of vigilance was only natural. It didn't mean one had to be entirely open and carefree upon meeting strangers, which would violate etiquette anyway. Therefore, generally speaking, his dodging was a completely normal phenomenon and wouldn't arouse the other party's suspicions.

The madam chuckled merrily, beckoning to a male host nearby: "Heaven-grade room, take Brother Da Fei up and serve him well." As she spoke, she motioned with her chin toward Dong Qing, who was standing beside Xiren—who had a butterfly tattooed on her chest—and patted the host on the shoulder.

During the battle below just now, almost all their gear had been discarded. Glow sticks, military shovels, and various other tools were completely lost to who-knows-where. Aside from the food and water packed inside Dong Xiaoxuan's backpack, they were left with nothing.