How on earth is this village so wealthy?

"Humph, biting off more than you can chew!" Dancheng Yunxue cast a disdainful glance at Fatty San, who had been flung away, and said coldly.

When I caught sight of its true form, I secretly thought it was bad. My brain began to spin at high speed, calculating the probability of our escape. Yet, no matter how I calculated it, our chance of success was merely one in ten, and that didn't even guarantee whether I could escape safely myself.

I stared in astonishment at the face that came into my field of vision, finding it hard to believe this was the usual Lei Mingxuan I knew.

"It's just a pity that these two are only seventeen and yet no longer virgins; otherwise, the taste would certainly have been even more delicious,"尼斯 said with a hint of disappointment.

After listening to Chen Yun's words, Xiao Jingguang nodded firmly as well. At that moment, Chen Yun's words seemed once again to solidify Xiao Jingguang's determination. Thus, a bright light flashed in Xiao Jingguang's eyes as he looked toward his adjutant and spoke.

He had originally wanted to call Zhou Qian, but considering that woman only ever messed around with him instead of being serious, he decided to call Xu Lei instead.

"Earth Fiend, stop spouting all that useless nonsense! Twenty years ago, I was already killed once by your Earth Soul clan. Do you really take me for someone who clings blindly to life and fears death?"

"Come on, what are you trying to do? At any rate, the two of us shared a brief romantic encounter, is there any need to resort to violence?" Lin Yu retreated backward with a wail.

Zzz, zzz—the sound of flowing current crackled, followed immediately by a loud rumble and a bang. Thunderclouds rolled and rapidly expanded, flashing intermittently at their center as if brewing something formidable.

Consequently, I lifted my feet, intending to bolt out of the hospital room. However, the moment I took a large stride forward, I found that someone had spilled a puddle of water on the floor of the room at some point.

Humban-Hapua I, king of the former Elamite dynasty, declared his submission to Gilgamesh in the wake of the latter's victory.

Watchful Star was not foolish. If he truly killed the Lich God and allowed a High Lich to ascend to divinity, then his family's Void Stones would become completely useless. Since his family was plotting divinity, they had to escape the Void Island; otherwise, the municipal government and the garrison would inevitably carry out a massive purge, not to mention the rejection they would face from the plane's own power.

Using two conical hats to shield himself, Shun leaped down like a bird with wings and made his escape, thus managing to survive.

"Then wouldn't it be wonderful if we prayed for torrential downpours every single day? As soon as the rain clears up, we'd have treasures to pick up," I said with a smile.

Piercing straight through the swirling and churning black mist, the red flames dancing within the pitch-black eye sockets burned quietly before everyone. Those crimson eyes remained locked onto this side with unyielding fixation, the flickering flames glowing with the light of slaughter.

There was also someone named Ice Frog—who was he? Neither the official lore of Warcraft nor the official lore of Dota featured such a figure, yet the name sounded strangely familiar.

"I understand!" Wang Liuzhi nodded hurriedly. The criteria for selecting disciples at the Guhuan Sect were already so harsh; even a fool could figure out the immense importance of the Spirit-Speed Array and the dangerous consequences of leaking its secrets.

He even went so far as to entrust Liu Fugen, nicknamed "Pockmark," who worked at the 541 Factory, offering a price of fifty yuan.

There was no help for it; her strength was already a huge notch below Gu Nansheng's. Coupled with the fact that her mind was currently in a chaotic, infatuated whirl, managing to summon even a skeleton that retained a humanoid shape was already quite an achievement.

Zhang Lü's thorough methods of extermination were hair-raising. However, the White Horses had rebelled and pillaged prefectures and counties, leaving tens of thousands dead. To expect to get off scot-free just by surrendering—where in the world was there such a bargain? Furthermore, with the previous precedent of the Southern Hsiung-nu, the White Horses hardly dared to surrender anyway. Thus, Zhang Lü pressing the Qiang into slavery and washing the Northwest in blood followed as a natural course of events.

It was over, completely over. She felt that Su Yusheng's smile was even more terrifying; not smiling at least meant he was angry, but when he wore that beaming, gentle expression, she could never guess what he was thinking.

From behind came the slightly emotional voice of a middle-aged man. Lin Peng turned his head to look and saw Ye Jingfeng walking slowly toward him.

Never had he expected that Yi Huangong, who had gone missing for nearly a hundred years, would suddenly return to the sect two years ago—a development that caught the Falling God Mountain somewhat off guard.

"Why is Yang Qingdi not reacting at all?" Zhen Tuoluo turned pale with shock. Even if the man possessed ten parts of his full strength, he shouldn't have been completely unaffected.

"I don't know, but there's one thing that really bothers me. Why would the killer carry knives around with him? And moreover, commit murder in such a conspicuous place as a bridge?" Lin Peng looked out the window, suddenly recalling what Luo Qin had told him at the coffee shop.

"The two geniuses?" Gu Luo had originally wanted to clarify the previous question, but upon hearing those words, her expression instantly turned grave.

"—Shall we go take a look?" Lan Nolais looked at Lei Yi and asked, a faint trace of worry in her eyes.

"Ice Thousand Blades!" The white energy condensed in the palm of Ice Water's right hand transformed into several white energy flying blades, which assaulted Lan Nolais from all directions.

"That must be Moshi." Zhang Shaofei pulled the trembling Ma Yi into his arms with a backhand, then walked toward Ayano Tatsuko, who was picking herself up off the ground.

Yanyu said in a chilling voice, "No revenge needed, I only wish to die alongside him." With a casual grab, she picked up a long bench and plunged into the fray. Lin Hanyi stomped his foot and rushed forward with his sword drawn.

Jin Ya'er seemed quite pleased with this burly, fierce-looking brute with a face full of bristly beard. The brute also seemed to have been tamed by Jin Ya'er, treating her with great care—though heaven knows how Jin Ya'er had managed to bamboozle him this time.

"But I don't know how to detoxify poisons, how can I save my younger sister?" Su Qianjin wanted to refuse tactfully, but it seemed rather difficult. After all, her reason for staying in the army was precisely out of concern for Su Liruo, and standing by and watching her die was indefensible.

"But I prefer the feeling of occupying heaven and earth." Chen Ming felt that this kind of commercial housing was quite novel, but lacked a sense of solid reality. It was much like the corridor-style apartments the old village chief talked about, except that the toilets and bathrooms miraculously weren't communal.

On one side was a display of deft craftsmanship, performing sleight of hand: right before your eyes, a flower was covered with a handkerchief, and when lifted, it transformed into a fluttering bird.

In truth, Jeong Cheol and Lee Deok-su both belonged to the Western faction. Seeing Lee Deok-su mock him as cowardly and incompetent, claiming he shouldn't have returned to the royal court, Jeong Cheol grew furious to the extreme and simply remained tight-lipped, letting the others bicker as they pleased.

However, this situation suddenly changed following an imperial decree: Her Highness the Princess of Yongning was granted the privilege of freely traveling between the Princess's Residence and the Everlasting Spring Palace, as well as residing in either at her discretion.

Since venting his anger through shouting wouldn't work, he had no choice but to vent it by scattering money. Fortunately, Gao Xiu and the others had gained some experience by this point; they carried plenty of loose change with them. This time they didn't scatter silver, but used proper copper coins instead.