Volume 1, Chapter 22: Make Sure You Stay Far Away

Returning to the familiar streets, Wu Xingxue felt a sense of peace. Although she had only been here for two short days, and her residency permit for Grandma Qin’s small building had only five days remaining, she had already developed a sense of belonging here—far surpassing what she had ever felt at the Wu family home. Wherever she lived, that was home.

As soon as he spoke these words, the other supernatural creatures, excluding the orange cat and his companions, displayed intense resistance. Suddenly, a dark cloud rolled in, dimming the sky, and a few claps of thunder rang out. Terrified, Wang Baomei dared not continue.

Consequently, regarding this matter, Nangong Qing could think of no explanation other than supernatural abilities.

When he spoke, everyone present was shocked; they had not expected this unlucky fellow to be so fluent in a foreign language. Even more shocked were the three Oracles.

Sesame seed cakes and noodles had been introduced from the Western Regions, but they had yet to be widely accepted by the people of the time. What a pity; if the opportunity arose in the future, Yuan Guanshou resolved that he would vigorously promote the various delicacies of later generations.

In an abandoned station on the outskirts of London, Li Xiang gazed into the distance. The plains, usually overgrown with weeds, seemed to be shrouded in a hazy moonlight at this moment, appearing indistinct.

No one knew what this unicorn was thinking. Behind him, his attendant, Yviefu, only saw that Aiya seemed to have found his target.

Knowing that such heavy cavalry would likely not carry bows and arrows, the large contingent of Eastern Wei light cavalry began to fire probing shots from a mid-range distance.

"What are you all doing?" Gu Wanqing entered the classroom to find everyone with their heads bowed, while Deng Xi'an stood at the podium, looking as if he were on the verge of tears.

The Emperor is the sovereign of the world; regardless of how dire his circumstances or how meager his talents, for political creatures, the status of Emperor remains the ultimate trump card.

To make matters worse, Chen Yu seemed to have anticipated the move, leaping up and bringing his right hand down to strike the basketball with pinpoint precision, without making any contact with the arm.

"Rest assured, it has nothing to do with Elder Meng." Having been married for years, Qi Yuheng could clearly see the concern in Bai Qishuang’s furrowed brows.

Upon seeing the appearance of these Dragonkin, Ye Tianxiao’s expression finally underwent a change; he was no longer as relaxed as he had been before.

This mission was well worth it, but the fact that the opponent possessed a system made her somewhat wary, leaving her feeling restricted.

After all, this was a commercial league; they would not pass over healthy, promising newcomers to cultivate someone who was likely "glass-boned."

Therefore, for first-round NBA draft picks, the salary is fixed for four years and generally does not go very high. Conversely, because second-round picks lack such salary restrictions, teams can use their salary cap or the mid-level exception to sign a player.

At this moment, the two finished their final training session, exchanging a glance that revealed the joy in each other's eyes.

"Good, good, good." Lin Huanying nodded in satisfaction, her eyes filled with smiles as she looked at Mu Nan. The more she looked, the more she liked him; the more she saw, the more satisfied she became.

As for Ye Ying, she was agonizing over when to reveal her true identity to Jin, to the point where she felt she might explode.

Seeing another Taotie soldier trying to flee, Lin Yu smiled indifferently, then flung the sword in his hand, piercing through the soldier's heart.

My heart is heavy with worry; I truly do not understand why Zou Yao would act this way. He has been in a coma for two more days. For the past two days, the big black dog and I have stayed by his side almost without leaving. I am truly afraid that he has been possessed by a ghost and might commit suicide again when I am not looking.

Ning Kexin kept dodging the wandering hands, then pulled the long sword from her waist in a fit of rage and swept it toward the men, scaring Feng Xing and the others who had surrounded her into retreating in a hurry.