Volume 1, Chapter 26: Are You Going Over There to Die?

Wayne Rooney gave a thumbs-up to Cristiano Ronaldo, who had just passed him the ball, and then offered an apologetic gesture.

I am so glad to have you along the way. Sunlight slanted across the desk, filtering through the gaps in my hair and casting dappled shadows, yet it could do nothing to dispel the chill.

The icy cold between my fingers turned warm as the man’s broad palm covered them. Mai’s eyelids were too heavy to lift, and in a hazy stupor, she heard the man speak a sentence.

Thinking carefully, the ordinary troops at his disposal simply couldn’t hold out; low-level air shields wouldn’t work. They needed to be above level twenty to defend against this kind of long-range divine art.

"When I imagine it again, I find that I don't actually need anything," An Ruo tried to respond, her expression shifting to one of certainty a moment later.

The snow gulls possessed no flesh or blood; their bones and feathers were entirely crafted through magic. Yet, in their aura, they resembled living creatures that had already died.

The vast majority of them were not from Jiangcheng. No matter how high-ranking Zhang Guilin’s official position was, he had no authority over them. Moreover, many of them had relatives or friends who were high-ranking officials—some in the province, others in the capital.

Mai Bao had always been obedient; he would never defy her, let alone talk back. Yet, for the sake of Ye Zifan, he had repeatedly gone against her wishes.

Smith felt that the Sword Essence he had offered was completely swallowed by Qing Ying, consumed without a trace.

Xiao Yuyin nodded and smiled. Of course, she had seen the person who snuck off to report just now. She hadn’t intended to make a scene; her personality was more indifferent, and she feared trouble. But lately, her mood had been so stifled that she didn't mind escalating things.

"Master..." After a short while, the dark shadow leaned in close. Borrowing the light from the wand, one could clearly see Samantha’s face. The glow illuminated half of it, revealing a kind of twisted madness on her beautiful features in the night.

The source of the beam was a laser pointer held by a forty-year-old researcher from the Xuanbird Division. The researcher pushed up his glasses while introducing the discovery to the big shots at the meeting.

Blank was so astonished that his mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, unable to recover for a long time.

This was clearly a trap. How foolish had she been in her past life not to see through such clumsy acting?

The wooden basin stand was divided into two tiers. The upper tier held a red-patterned enamel washbasin with a lovely design, likely intended for guests.

After saying this, Political Commissar Hao stared intently at Zhou Xuan’s face, not missing a single subtle expression.

After walking around awkwardly for a dozen laps, Tian Yuanyuan finally found a sense of balance.

But was that really the case? Harry was skeptical. Hagrid didn't know the full story; he didn't know about the others—yes, Harry thought to himself.

Silence filled the room. Guard Guo, standing beside the Fortress Lord, felt a complexity flash in his eyes as if he had words he wanted to say but held back. In front of these people, no one’s words carried as much weight as the Fortress Lord’s; it was useless for him to say more.

As the Emperor finished speaking, the ministers could discern that if there were no objections, the matter was settled.

On the contrary, Pang Ji, who was now serving as the magistrate of Xiangyi County, might still be worth pulling out to use at that time.

Rong Sixian stepped forward and placed his right hand on the old man's head. Their contact sparked a flash of white light. Rong Sixian closed his eyes and performed a Soul-Searching Technique on the old man. Throughout the process, the old man’s face twisted in agony.

Luo Chongxun slapped his forehead, thinking, "This is bad." He turned around immediately, preparing to head toward Xiangguo Temple.

It made me too embarrassed to ask him what on earth those messy animal shapes were supposed to be.

"Chunbei, am I dreaming?" Yi Yin looked at Chunbei, who was comparing jewelry. Watching her select the right pieces, a strange emotion rippled through her heart.

What could Ye Changqing say? If it was a hobby, then it was a hobby. Besides, it was just a plot of spirit fields that didn't take up much time each day.

These families also wanted their descendants to be gilded with prestige and to learn etiquette and better scholarship at the academy.

"The following words are not convenient for Noble Consort De to hear. Go to sleep," the mad monk said to Ye Xi.

In the end, to prevent Mu Yang from dying, she shielded him and took a sword strike from the Guardian Elder of Beiming Mountain, left hovering on the brink of death.

The dormitory aunt walked toward Shen Menglai and reached out to take the envelope. The name "Chang Hao" was written on it in delicate handwriting.

"Seven Seas Gold-Splitting Hand." As Young Master Duanhai unleashed the technique, his massive palm split into ten thousand, layering upon layer. This was a martial art of the Seven Seas Daoist of Eight Immortals Mountain, possessing the power to cleave mountains and break seas. Now, the enormous palm formed like a blade aura, condensing into a size of several hundred zhang.

Just as Yun Ting’s dizziness faded, a cold beam of light shone before him, resting on the ground. Yun Ting looked up and saw that the moon had reappeared, though he did not know when.

Having said that, the City Lord of the Suspended City took sixteen folded paper talismans from his spatial ring, gathered spiritual energy in his palm, and flicked them outward.

On this side, Fu Xi’s face was filled with anxiety. The sudden zombie tide was something he hadn't anticipated; he never imagined that the Beast Prison would bring so many zombie parasites along.

Gu Du’s meditation lasted for three full months. His eyes shone with rolling divine light, his body radiated energy, and he had reached the middle-upper stage of the Dao King realm, his whole being filled with the whistling wind of spirits.

"Yuanrang, are you ready?" Cao Cao, sitting on a stone stool in the pavilion in the back garden of his mansion, asked.

Some who were thriving in the dark world wanted to take the mission, but when they saw that the difficulty level was "God-Extinguishing," they felt a chill in their hearts.

"Eight Desolations Sword Path, Mountain-Sea Sword Momentum." The mountains merged into the Eight Fairies' Heaven-Sacrificing Painting. The mountain and sea sword forces intertwined and converged, the two divine swords transforming into mountains and seas. The momentum was like a rainbow, and as the two forces condensed in the void, they instantly collided with the Myriad Demon Sword Path, forming a terrifying vortex.

Song Cai was no fool. If he couldn't figure out the cause and effect by now, he would truly be an idiot.