Chapter 45: He Is Right Here!

Yu Sheng wanted to continue crying for a moment, but suddenly noticing the trembling figure before her, she paused involuntarily.

Xue Yutang was stunned, almost beside himself with anger. It turned out that all his words for so long had been in vain, and after all this fuss, he was still going to be punished.

Because of his illness, Gu Xin's mind had become extremely mechanical. Whatever message was repeatedly instilled in him as correct, he would take as absolute truth.

Yue Wuying felt she had exercised the utmost restraint; otherwise, there was no telling what she might do. Just looking at the smiling expression of True Immortal Qiyun made Yue Wuying wish she could imprint the sole of her shoe directly onto his face.

"Good, this strategy is excellent! We need not fear that the Ming army will fail to fall for it. We shall make them terrified birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, and then defeat the Ming army in one stroke. If we can escape Shaanxi, then it will be like fish leaping into the boundless sea, and birds flying across the vast sky!"

"You are the one! A mere second-layer Qi Condensation cultivator! You can probably only throw your weight around in the mortal realm?!" Qin Qing sneered.

The crowd below burst into cheers, wondering what song Tang Yaohui would sing, which naturally aroused their curiosity.

When Cao Dingjiao returned home, he was instantly dumbfounded to find that his aunt was also there. Not only that, but Yu Ruiying, the two Wu sisters, and Zu Qingluo were all looking at him with slightly bulging bellies, smiling sweetly.

Yet no matter how Xue Yutang tried to persuade them, Yue Nancheng and Gao Feng still refused to accept his arguments, even though they admitted that the policies he formulated were quite good.

"Who are you? I seem to remember you?" That man looked at Luo Zixi before him, trying hard to recall, but could only remember a blank void and the lingering fear remaining in his body.

In just a few seconds, the first floor of the casino was instantly cleared. Hanging everywhere from the ceiling beams and tables were collapsed bodies.

After finishing, Su Yi returned to the middle lane and intentionally exposed his vision to the Xi Shi player stationed behind the middle tier-one tower.

Moreover, letting Su Yi play his debut match was originally meant to temper him, centering the team's strategy around him to see what the results would be.

Su Yi subsequently pulled out Shen Mengxi and Zhou Yu, consecutively securing victories in the second and third matches.

With that, Tong Qingshan bent slightly and touched the water within the cold pool, wanting to prove that the cold pool could do nothing to him.

Lin Beizhuo chased out, and before he could even react, he was heavily beaten down to the ground from behind.

As the man dressed in a black long robe descended the stairs step by step to the rhythm of striking bell chimes, gradually fully revealing a handsome, flawless face that looked as though it were created by AI modeling, the live streaming room instantly exploded.

Victory condition: Become the "deity" with the most human followers, provided that one's own island is not occupied by other tower lords.

Everyone held jade plates, moving in an orderly fashion with solemn expressions, even carrying an attitude of pilgrimage as they began to harvesting strawberries.

The Inspection Department required that a rock crusher of this scale be operated strictly within the folded domain; otherwise, radiation would leak, endangering the surrounding environment and human health and life.

That medicinal pellet melted in her mouth, and its potent medicinal force instantly healed more than half of her internal injuries. Chen Ziyue immediately regained consciousness.

Madam Liu said desolately, "Though we are all called 'humans', some people share nothing in common with us other than bearing the exact same gravity coefficient."

"What tree?" Yanjun did not understand; this was completely unexpected.

"Ha! It looks like the few of us have provoked a tough character!" said the youth.

Yang Ruoyu did not know that Yang Ruofeng had been resurrected in the Sacred Realm and had even become the lofty "Lord". He only knew that Yang Ruofeng had been sacrificed to by all spirits, carrying the possibility of resurrection, and now hope was already in sight.

"Perhaps I haven't used my demonic power for too long, making my control over it very clumsy," Mi Lin said.

It was as if several howling gales were racing for the lead, sweeping right before her eyes in an instant. Five sturdy and robust youths wielding gleaming sabers surrounded her tightly. The sunlight, refracted by the blades, turned ice-cold, flashing into Yanjun's undefended mind and leaving it entirely blank.

The dozen or so surrounding warships also escorted them all the way until they passed beyond the territorial waters of the volcanic island, at which point they finally turned back.

Yang Fei'er thought to herself: *Ah, poor Yu'er, I have no choice but to keep this from you for now. I hope you won't blame elder sister.*

When the situation was finally clarified, those waiting outside all changed color and stood frozen in a daze.

Taking a bath? Turning her head around with tear traces still lingering, An Youran discovered that the room featured white jade railings and light gauze curtains. A vast pool of azure water was wreathed in rising steam and rolling mist, permeated by a faint, delicate fragrance—truly the layout of a bathroom.

Qianqian was initially somewhat baffled, but suddenly seeing the sorrowful and reproachful expression on Yan Qige's face, she was shocked: "Y-you... what are you talking about?" She could already faintly guess what he would say next.

Originally, Li Yuan only wanted to catch some fresh air outside. Just then, a couple of groups of people were walking over, presumably lining up to prepare for the next batch of diners. Among these people, two figures were particularly conspicuous.

The chubby host was practically boot-licking the warrior-level powerhouse sitting on the podium, tossing out one flattering question after another to give this warrior ample opportunity to display his glory.

Hearing these words, Xiling Jing silently put on his mask, refusing to look at Langbao again, and strode away dashingly, leaving behind a lonely figure for Langbao.

Even though she knew this was wrong, her feet and hands simply refused to obey her own control.