Chapter 55

"Are you dying of envy?" Han You didn't bother to entertain him further. He strode over to a corner, casually booted up a newly available computer, and launched the game. Just as he was about to log into his new account, he suddenly remembered that it didn't have a single friend on its friend list. After a brief pause, he re-entered a different set of account credentials.

Therefore, in the eyes of the other factions within the Kingdom of the Undead, the territory of the Fierce Mercy Pavilion was currently tantamount to "no man's land," prompting them to seize this opportunity for an invasion?!

She finally saw clearly that the corpse lying inside that coffin still had a bridegroom's boutonniere pinned to its left chest, but the corpse spots and foul stench covering its entire body made her realize that she had been forced into a ghost marriage.

"I don't recognize a single plant here." After standing in a daze for quite a while, Chu Yun finally uttered a completely redundant statement.

"I will definitely work hard and plant the seeds of karma for my wife at the earliest." Even if she wasn't in a hurry, Fang Yu was starting to get anxious. How old was he? Already over thirty years old, yet he still hadn't become a father. Back in the countryside, gossip and scornful tongues would have drowned him out long ago.

As he drew the soul blade, Ruoshui's voice faintly drifted to his ears. Although exceptionally faint, it managed to pierce into his ears with utmost clarity, branding itself upon his heart.

"Who goes there?" Jiang Kun asked with dissatisfaction. Anyone coming at this hour was likely not here to offer assistance, but rather to stir up trouble.

Wang Dong fled and never returned—nobody knew what had happened to him—yet Cui Wei received a legal complaint at the very first moment, and the person being accused was none other than Ye Du.

Diaz's face froze. His pride was engaged in a fierce battle with his hunger: should he spit out this exquisitely delicious roast steak, or should he set aside his dignity and devour it heartily in front of Ares?

While expressing its perspective, the creature noted that most Zerg could survive as omnivores, but Zerg that relied on a single food source, such as the earthworm-like monsters, were constrained by their environment and struggled to evolve and develop.

This would still be immensely beneficial to their psychological growth. At this point, as long as it wasn't a dead body, ordinary matters could hardly deal a blow to them.

As Gongsun Jian's expression grew solemn, everyone present understood that the Grandmaster must have indeed received the information regarding the cultivation technique.

Seeing the police holding the wallet, Wu Xiaoxiang's mother realized her life savings were recovered, and now she desperately wanted to get her money back as well.

"Listen up! You have three days to hand over the Thunderbolt Eye to the Flying Insect Sect; otherwise, this one-eyed dragon's life will soon come to an end!" Having said that, the catapult cart turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Zishu and Sihui followed Zhao Jinchen into his independent office. Zishu glanced around: against the wall stood two filing cabinets filled with case files, in the corner was a washbasin stand, in the middle sat a paint-peeled desk with two chairs, and hanging on the wall was a large mirror bearing the emblem of workers, peasants, and soldiers.

Ye Tianyu had no desire to see the egg he had spent a massive fortune of one million supreme-grade spirit stones on turn into a lifeless, dead egg.

"Heh! It's you!" Guan Zutian, kneeling on the ground, uttered without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Given Grandmother's generous nature, she surely wouldn't bring a gift for her alone. He just wondered if his older brothers had received identical presents.

A series of dense, chaotic explosions erupted in front of the Black Dragon Bar. The violent sonic blasts shattered every single piece of glass in the entire neighborhood, causing countless ordinary people to clutch their bleeding ears, writhing, struggling, screaming, and wailing in agony on the ground.

It was just that they had never imagined a semi-natural and semi-artificial combination could possess such breathtaking beauty.

"You guys go on ahead." Ling Jun slightly averted his gaze to say to An Ruo, realizing that Xiao Qi would easily grasp the meaning of astonishment. Letting her watch any longer would only make matters worse, leaving him struggling to exist without the slightest ability to escape.

A deep, layered soreness welled up in his heart, yet he believed that absolute sincerity could open even metal and stone, and that Maizi would eventually come to understand his true feelings. He only wondered how much time remained; he hoped this medicine could delay the outbreak of the Gu poison.

Walking outside, the sensation felt so utterly effortless. Hand in hand, aided by the vampire's night-vision abilities, walking through the nocturnal landscape did not seem difficult at all.

Yet by that time, she would no longer consider staying behind; she would still have a chance to return, wouldn't she? As long as she waited for the right timing, she was willing to wait.

Looking at all this, Chen Ping found it strange—clearly, things remained just as they were, so why did he feel as though events ought to unfold this way, yet somehow something felt entirely wrong?

Daily training was already arduous enough; if the training volume were increased further, it would undoubtedly lead to even greater exhaustion.

After a short while, An Ruo arrived home, and after freshening up with a wash, she climbed into bed.

Good lord, is this Lin Ziyu? Can this really be her? Someone, pinch me to see if I'm dreaming.

The one who would lose their celestial essence and have their soul scattered into oblivion was me. She could effortlessly use Xu Nanqin to kill me.

Thinking about the battle against Mount Tai tomorrow, Xiao Tian still felt lingering fear; the gap in cultivation was naturally the most insurmountable barrier.

Yet a vague unease lingered deep within his heart. Liao Qing was not a fool; how could a coup d'état that wagered the entire Liao family and hundreds of lives be built upon such an unreliable foundation? Furthermore, the Marquis of Zhenbei was an exceptionally astute man—would he foolishly pledge loyalty to an impostor?

After all, being a campus celebrity, a senior class student, and bearing the title of "Campus Star," many people frequently discussed topics concerning this oriental youth during their daily chats.

"Go fetch a few medicine pouches to give in return; who knows, they might still need help with something," Lin Xiyuan said with a smile.

Li Yaodong tossed away his cigarette, slumped down into a comfortable spot, and said to Vanden, "Vanden, how are preparations for the banquet coming along?"

"Heh~ If you're really going to do that, then there's nothing I can do. Securing the second special quota means the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Soul Formation stages will just happen to allow me to redeem the first six tiers of the Fish-Dragon Art."

Lin Yao pressed herself against Lu Zhixing, who glanced at her coldly, feigned indifference as he shifted a step to the side, and widened the distance between them.

In about five minutes, Lang Zheng was just like everyone else. Watching Lang Zheng's state, Wu Qian broke into a happy smile.

The month he resigned happened to be September, so the author ID was named September Summer Dream.

Yan Sanlang immediately unleashed a barrage of sugar-coated bullets, prompting the mother falcon's husband to be introduced as well to occupy a spot and eat rations. Yan Sanlang turned no one away; the more messengers the better. Keeping one on each end was the only way to ensure timely communication.

After all, a gap already existed between the Sirius Army and the Sky Fox Army. Although the Sky Fox Army had enjoyed the advantage of resting while the enemy toiled, the Sirius Army's desperate, to-the-death fighting had still inflicted heavy losses upon them.