Ah, now that's the right flavor!

After a flurry of smooth-talking, Chu Nan finally persuaded the coach of Team T to let him play Jiang Ziya.

Princess Anyang curled her lips slightly and lowered her head without a word. Ever since Empress Dowager Gou passed away, there was no one left in this imperial palace whom she wished to see. If not for festivals and the birthdays of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor and Empress, she truly would not want to set foot in the palace on ordinary days.

However, Zhou Ping'an knew nothing of this. In Blind Slope, there were many families who could barely save a hundred or even two hundred cash in an entire year.

Tian Lu respectfully escorted Xu Chang out, watching until the car drove out of sight. Tian Lu felt a surge of happiness and sighed that resources were needed at all times, and publicity was no exception. Fortunately, she had run into her former leader. Although there had been differences in the past, no one was perfect, and the old rule still applied: one should not demand perfection in others.

The path of cultivation was always monotonous and dull, yet it was a mandatory daily lesson. The path of the strong was invariably lonely, and only those with immense willpower could walk it all the way to the end.

"Your Majesty, this subject also has a request." Chu Huailing sat down, the chill in his eyes dissipating to be replaced once again by his usual casual expression.

However, major conflicts rarely occurred in such a place, for everyone knew that the Desolate Wasteland City possessed a formidable background, with terrifying powerhouses maintaining order here.

She could not help thinking that had Yu Beifang not been brought back to the imperial capital, she might never have had to experience these events.

After sitting for the duration of a cup of tea, a servant came to consult the Princess Consort of Liang regarding the affairs of the estate, so the Princess Consort of Liang asked Zhao Qinghui to stay and keep Xie Fuya and the two sisters company for a proper chat.

Li Yi had not grown angry at Kusakabe Haruaki's earlier sarcasm, but he was thoroughly provoked by the shameless behavior of Hayashi Mariko.

The old Daoist was utterly helpless. Having slipped away to a hundred miles out to investigate several times, only to discover many Daoist cultivators whose strength he could not fathom keeping watch, he had no choice but to return empty-handed and wait for the coming of March next year.

"We also have two beast hunters here, and they both have pets as well. Should we use ours too?" one of the hunters asked.

What touched Havelock even more was that in those obsidian-bright eyes, he saw the gaze most familiar to him.

It had been well over half a month since Smug and Mogru crossed the river, and Stone had also returned to this newly upgraded stronghold with several hundred newly recruited greenskins and a detachment of Grot engineers.

In fact, the system did not leave him much room for hesitation. The objective condition that the candidate must be a hero disqualified potential contenders such as the newly promoted Night Goblin Shaman Skarsnik, the valiant and battle-tested Black Orc Big Boss Smug, and the fiercely loyal Grot known as Meat Mountain Big Bear.

As soon as the white wormhole appeared, the streets, already reduced to ruins, slowly floated upward and entered the white wormhole one by one.

Rachael's heartfelt words caused the smile to slowly fade from Todd's face, replaced by a desolate expression as an emotion akin to loneliness lingered in his eyes.

Aoki quietly seated himself by the table, while Mu Yan sat on the lounge chair by the window, from where she could overlook every corner of the Rong Mansion. Glancing outside, she spotted Jin Liancheng directly opposite, flashing her a bewitching smile.

Li Yi carried Kusakabe Haruaki on his back and brought her down to a secret underground shelter. This was the sole escape route for every Zect member when the secret passages were cut off and the enemy's outside offensive proved too fierce.

Most importantly, those sealing chains were not so easily broken. He had spent thousands of years slowly wearing away the sealing chains upon his soul, and to be honest, he lacked the confidence to dismantle the sealing chains upon his physical body now.

In this cosmic exploration project, Wu Admin was the financial backer; returning without any results would be equivalent to throwing eighty-five billion US dollars down the drain.

The referee announced the result of the match and immediately allowed people to enter the weak gold barrier to treat Mo Xuanwu, initiating the cleanup and recovery work.

His master favored a life of carefree leisure, rarely leaving the mountains, yet he had gone to the Mo clan at such a critical juncture. The reason behind it was self-evident—was it to coerce his master into forcing her own return?

The Black-Robed Holy Envoy's moves were even more direct, relying entirely on his cultivation as a Great Luo Jinxian to simply grab downward regardless of defense, savage and unreasonable to the extreme.

"Perhaps I can preserve the consciousnesses of Schmidt and the other two, letting them help me explore the mysteries of the body," Diablo muttered to himself. Ever since embarking on the path of world conquest—no, ever since mastering the power of genesis—his own body had become his greatest foundation.

Seeing the blank expressions on their faces, the guard immediately realized they were newcomers to the garrison zone who had yet to see bloodshed. Moreover, seeing how clean and neat they looked, he was about to wave them through without even checking their credentials when a crowd of mutants and ordinary people waiting in line behind them began to clamor in protest.

"Scram! How is it just you? Where are the others?" Ye Lie asked, giving him a light kick with his foot.

"This child is so sensible. If her mother hadn't passed away so early, she too would be someone cherished and loved. Look at the clothes she wears, the shoes on her feet—what kind of life has she been living?" Watching Lin Yuxiu walk out the door, the Nineteenth Great-Grandmother sighed.

The terracotta warriors were not limited to just these few figures, but since both sides were engaged in direct physical contact with such a limited surface area, Zhao Shaochen was already surrounded on all fronts and packed tightly together, leaving no room for the other terracotta warriors to intervene.

"Too slow!" Lu Chenfeng shook his head. With his sword moving as he moved, and he himself moving like the wind, Lu Chenfeng vanished from the spot, reappearing the next instant directly in front of the man in black.

Feng Lian had no doubt that if she hadn't interrupted, Elder Lu could have talked for three days and three nights. Following her successful apothecary examination, Feng Lian had much more contact with the Alchemist Guild. Previously, she used to buy various pills scattered across different markets, but afterward, she directly deposited them with the Alchemist Guild for them to handle on her behalf.

"Is that it?" Old Meng refused to believe it, yet the sensation just moments ago had been so wonderful that he longed to keep the needle vibrating inside his waist.

Back when she fell victim to the Seven-Day Slumber, Ninth Uncle and the others had kept it from her at first, only revealing the truth much later.

Lou Aotian remained silent, though a cold, sharp glint flashed deep within his eyes, and no one could guess what he was truly thinking.

"Let's think about it some more." Liu Yaozhi raised a hand to rub his temples, looking thoroughly helpless.