Chapter 61

Having experienced this firsthand a few times, Duan Lang, with his proud and haughty temperament, could not help but harbor a deep, secret resentment toward the other party.

One wonders what Yu Xing would think if he knew players had to upgrade their phones just to play Infinity Blade.

"What brings you rushing over here in the middle of the day? Could it be that His Majesty intends to take that woman named Bingxiao as a noble consort?" Qiao Hanyuan crossed her arms, feeling a sense of injustice on behalf of Mu Yiyi.

Therefore, I harbored a deep hatred for the imperial troops because they killed my family. Even though my comrades always reminded me that we were rebels and it was only natural for the imperial army to exterminate traitors.

Of course, these could not all be true events involving his own ancestors. He merely used the information he gathered about his forebears as the skeleton of the story; as for the flesh, blood, and soul, Guan Xiaojun had to fill those in himself.

"This guy." After snapping back to reality, Captain Poshu could only stare in frustration. After all, whether in terms of status or combat prowess, Shingo Poshu fell short of Lin Chong by more than a few universes.

Now these three fellows, relying on a capable father like Yuan Lingqi, were lording it over the school. Apart from Guan Xiaojun, who would put them in their place from time to time, virtually no one else could keep them in check.

"Does that mean you didn't go last week?" What Shui Qing actually wanted was the single-word answer he kept giving until now.

To Lancang Zhu’s sudden, ambiguous remark, Mu Yiyi turned a blind eye. Those words drifted past her ears like a cold breeze, leaving no trace behind.

Tong En looked at him, a mixture of shyness and annoyance playing on her features. She truly had no idea that Zhong Yue, usually so self-disciplined, possessed such a mischievous side as well.

Facing the fierce and swift blade, Mu Xifeng had no time to dodge whatsoever and could only raise his sword to parry.

Naturally, most of it was done in a teasing manner; there were truly very few who, like crazed fans, would come straight up and ask for contact information.

The once lightly given promises still echoed in my ears... Only, I no longer had the strength to fulfill their contents...

Had anyone else uttered those words, people would undoubtedly have sneered with contempt. However, the moment some individuals caught sight of Chi Zaobao's impossibly long legs that seemed to reach the clouds, they promptly shut their mouths.

Winds and clouds surged. His natal world seemed to sense something as all things in heaven and earth revived. Eighty-one Great Paths fully manifested, and eighty-one primordial Pangu avatars appeared once again.

Upon arriving here, the group did not rush onward. Instead, they halted to rest—on one hand to allow their mounts to recover their stamina, and on the other to adjust their own conditions to the absolute best.

Crouched within Ji Siming's embrace, He Xiao felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and satisfaction. Drowsiness gradually crept over her eyelids, and her overly exhausted stamina finally gave way as she relaxed, sinking deeply into a profound slumber.

At these words, Zhou Qing immediately thought of the pale-white stones the two of them had extracted from the skull of the bone-refining savage beast.

Zhao Ruier's body was violently hurled backward, coughing up a mouthful of blood, her face as pale as gold foil, before slamming directly into the distant mountain wall.

The sharp-mouthed elder stared at the old armor in front of him with a puzzled expression, utterly failing to understand why they had stopped before even catching up to Yan Wuwan.

Before she could even reply, the man viciously slashed a blade across her thigh, slicing off a steaming, blood-red piece of flesh. A maddening wave of pain instantly engulfed her every nerve, and she could not help but moan.

Yan Wuwan let out a startled gasp, feeling a sharp pain pierce through his mind, and immediately lost consciousness.

Once everything stabilized, Zhou Li and Zhou Meng looked at Zhou Yi with reddened eyes. His condition was gruesome to behold; a massive wound stretched across his chest from his neck to his abdomen, continuously gushing blood. He was now breathing with a dull, vacant gaze in his eyes, and it was painfully obvious that he was breathing out much more than he was taking in.

Liu Xie's previous expression of solemnity was instantly swept away, replaced by an attitude of utmost respect as he said to Gao Yun, "May the Great General not mock me. Liu Xie is merely a man fallen upon hard times, how would I dare to brandish my might before the Great General? What I did just now was merely to convince the masses. I beg the Great General not to take offense."

Lin Xiaowei and her companion had gone missing first, followed by the bizarre events in the apartment building beside the carved tower. Moreover, both incidents were linked to beds.

After unleashing the complete Great Luo Heart-Slaying Mantra, Di Yi's aura weakened significantly. Evidently, such a powerful divine ability also exacted a massive toll on him.

Once her spiritual energy completed a full major circulation, Siyun also felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Having no time to examine the changes in her body, she curled up by Nai Changchuan's bed and fell fast asleep.

Clearly, Fourth Sister Qi shared her mother's sentiment. The words of opposition lingering on the tip of her tongue were instantly swallowed back, and instead, she eagerly and enthusiastically began helping to arrange matters.

Caught off guard, Qi Tai was kicked off the bed, a natural surge of irritation rising within him. However, upon seeing Bai Xiaoran's flushed face, his anger instantly melted away. Seizing the opportunity and driven by a sudden surge of desire, he pounced, pinning the shy and flustered young woman onto his rather narrow bed.

Zhang Fan was not particularly fond of Fengshui classics, but the resulting attribute boost this time was quite formidable. Not to mention being able to raise his internal martial arts skill by one level—this was an immensely rare attribute. According to Zhang Fan's observations among the millions of items in the system mall, fewer than one in ten thousand could increase internal arts levels.

Liu Yao, styled Zhengli, was a native of Mouping in Donglai, an imperial scion of the Han Dynasty, a descendant of Liu Fei, the Prince Daohui of Qi, and the younger brother of the former Governor of Yanzhou, Liu Dai.

Meanwhile, Chudong's puppet let out a few cries, paused, cried a few more times, and paused again, clearly registering a protest against his dissatisfaction.

Ouyang Zhiyuan and his companion waited for Lin Xue, then slowly made their way toward the forest. They had not brought much dry rations, so they would have to forage for food inside the forest.

When she was taken away last time, Chen Fengying had already noticed that Zhang Chen possessed some martial arts skills, so he was not surprised when Zhang Chen blocked his punch.

The Einstein family indeed had many servants. Although Claire did not remember every single one of them, she would always have an impression. Yet, she realized she had never seen the man before her—this valet. Logically speaking, she certainly wouldn't forget such a peculiar individual after meeting him just once.