45 Gorging on Dog Food

Time flew by swiftly, and before they knew it, the final day agreed upon by Ye Mo and the other members of the student union arrived—the very day Ye Mo was to give them her decision.

Seeing the exhaustion written across everyone's faces, Hu Fei decided to let Long Teng and the others return to the barracks to get a proper rest before claiming their rewards.

Although Bailin understood precisely what Long Teng was trying to accomplish, the Zhang brothers, flanking both Long Teng and Bailin, had no inkling of why Long Teng would act this way. After all, those two were enemies—enemies of the Sirius Empire, and grandmaster-level experts at that.

Seeing how confident Lin Chengshuang was, Lin Yang said no more. Perhaps it was due to the confidence Lin Chengshuang exuded, or perhaps it was simply because he could not bear to see Lin Chengshuang heartbroken, that he closed his mouth.

After a rhythmic series of taps, the wall actually slid open. Mi Shu blinked in astonishment and followed Lin Chi inside, whereupon the wall closed again behind them.

Zhen'er looked in disbelief at the Demon Fox King who was shielding her; she could not understand why this man before her would protect her.

Jinxiu Workshop was a renowned embroidery establishment in Suzhou. Every embroiderer within it possessed exquisite charms, and Qiao Niang's beauty in particular surpassed that of all the others. Their beauty was peerless, and their embroidery skills were nothing short of miraculous.

"Jianquan, slow down! We are not riding Cloud-Treading Steeds; we cannot keep up with you!" Yinmo shouted loudly from behind. It was not that she thought it was wrong for Jianquan to ride ahead, but rather that she felt a bit awkward riding alongside Yunjian.

Originally, the ten men in black, who had been on the verge of defeat, seemed momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of over fifty more men in black, pausing involuntarily. However, upon realizing that the newcomers shared the exact same objective as themselves, they shook off their daze without hesitation and resumed their attacks.

Feeling Heshan's warm breath, Wang Yan felt a warmth bloom in his heart. In his past life, he had silently watched over her, cared for her, and protected her from the shadows, never once daring to meet her face-to-face.

"Chengjun, I only wished to return to the way things were." A single sentence laid bare his innermost thoughts. Ever since he heard about the series of events surrounding the crowning of the empress, Han Zeng had felt that Huo Chengjun was no longer the person she once was. Fortunately, in the end, she fulfilled Liu Bingyi's wishes; fortunately, she did not let worldly glory blind her eyes.

Five days later, a high-level council was convened within the Jade Immortal Sect, with over a thousand people in attendance. Everyone stood inside the disciple grand hall of Jade Immortal Peak, filling the vast hall to the brim.

Xue Xue sat in an upholstered armchair, pitifully waiting for the King's medicinal porridge, but His Majesty was unusually late today.

True to expectation, in less than three days, the scouts of the Wuge Kingdom returned to the mountains one after another, reporting: The Han army is advancing along the Lancang River, and they have currently approached our borders and established camp.

Da Qiao’s art exhibition was set up in a large extended tent, where many individuals dressed as scholars were offering critiques and discussions. Da Qiao loved tranquility, and goodness knows where she had gone to hide.

The moment the Dao patterns completely fused, a celestial Dao diagram was born. A trail of stellar Dao orbits flickered in and out of view across the diagram, endless Dao rhythms flowed over its surface, and countless stars twinkled upon it, as if a single Dao diagram contained the profound mysteries of the eternal starry sky.

He surely could not have heard her conversation with Gongshen Ling'er; otherwise, all her efforts would be reduced to nothing.

The moment her grip loosened, Guan Lan slumped against Wang Yan's body and slid down to the ground, her gaze hazy and her face filled with grief.

Adopting a surprise attack tactic, Li Hongyi killed his way deep into the Asulasang Fortress in the dead of night. The enemy was completely unprepared, and with a garrison of only two thousand, how could they possibly resist the elite imperial guards? Consequently, they collapsed at the very first clash. When Li Hongyi breached the grand tents of the sacred nobles, they were still deep in their dreams, panicked and utterly unaware of what was happening.

The old man said nothing and made no move, but the old woman hurled the hairpin from her head, and a miserable shriek echoed from not far away.

Zhao Fuxin was not the type to use his position to bully his subordinates, but these people had all been arranged by Prime Minister Qin Hui; if he did not establish his authority right away, these individuals would hold him in even lower regard in the future.

By now, there was no longer any doubt that Prince Mo, Feng Lingxiu, was Feng Qiye's man. There was thus no further need to put on a show; after disposing of the guards outside the prince's residence, he sat boldly right in the courtyard of the manor.

Though nothing was explicitly spelled out to Gu Meng, every word between the lines made it clear that she could not escape Fu Shaojun's demands—she was merely struggling in vain for the time being.

"But they..." someone began, seemingly unwilling to relent, only to be instantly retorted and silenced.

Wanyai Peiya picked up the severed arm lying on the ground, struck the major acupuncture points around Mr. Feng Zhang's stump, tore off a piece of her own clothing, and proceeded to bandage and dress the wound.

Zhao Fuxin clasped Shen Binglian's hands, tears welling in his eyes; he could not marry Liu Qiongqiong, for he could not bring himself to do it.

Zhang Caijun was surrounded by numerous experts and felt entirely fearless. Furthermore, his father commanded an army of one hundred thousand; if this Miaoshan stronghold dared to kidnap him, his father would undoubtedly raze the place to the ground.

A white shirt, ironed so flat it lacked a single crease, paired with a pair of slim-fit black trousers and polished Mengxuelong genuine leather pointed-toe shoes, allowed anyone unfamiliar with Xie Liuyang to tell at a glance that he was an elite professional.

"I say Kaizi, how long are we going to be knocked out?" Qin Li asked, his lips beginning to go numb as he spoke.

"Why are you so eager to find this saber? I wouldn't take you for someone who likes using sabers," Chen Feng asked curiously. The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow was hidden right inside his storage artifact.

She had not expected the other party to dare bring this matter up again. Consumed by rage, she bared her claws and lunged at Li Yongle.

Some special operations team members from other military regions, who were elite veterans frequently dispatched on peacekeeping and other missions, naturally looked down upon Qin Li's strength.

The limbs of the Charlie's Angels operatives all sustained bruises and scrapes from the fall, but fortunately, there were medical supplies in their backpacks, and their wounds had already been bandaged.