Volume One, Chapter 51: Will You Kiss Me?
Jin Yao was not one to lose his temper easily, but once provoked, he would never let it go without consequence.
The garage was vast and deserted, with not a soul in sight. Only a few cars were parked here.
The hand placed at Shen Chaowu’s waist was strong and slender, veins rising beneath the skin, grasping her with enough force to cause a faint ache.
Shen Chaowu frowned. She looked up and saw Jin Yao’s phoenix eyes smoldering with suppressed anger beneath his thick lashes, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, as though he were furious to the extreme.
As for stockpiling food, Ye Zhen had no particular foresight, merely the instinct born of years of war. The advent of the apocalypse was a complete mystery. Yet, demons truly could not enter the church, which gave them a sliver of hope.
In the next parliamentary election, the Free Alliance would certainly achieve impressive results. The distinguished guests present, naturally, hoped to partake in this great feast. With their shared goals, any wise politician would choose to follow the prevailing trend.
Ying Zheng had made many inquiries about the whereabouts of the Sacred Five Beasts, but remained at a loss. No one knew anything about them. Only one fact was universally acknowledged in the Hongmeng Realm: the Five Supreme Divine Churches worshiped the Sacred Five Beasts.
“Your Highness, I believe this plan is far too reckless and hasty. We should immediately apprehend the families of the Meng and Wang clans, as well as Han Xin’s relatives, and use them to coerce the three lords into relinquishing their military power and returning to the capital for trial. That is the superior strategy.” A fleeting strange expression crossed Li Changqing’s face, gone in an instant; uncertain, he wished to probe further.
Sharp-eyed players had already noticed that the terrifying monster’s health bar atop its head had finally reached zero.
“Brother, why do I feel that those people over there aren’t actually locals from Liangzhou?” said a middle-aged villager.
“In order for me to save as many tribes as possible in the shortest time, and so I can spare more time, whichever territory I visit, the local priest must provide me with enough Golden Lotus Nectar and Desert Lotus Tea. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Ye Zhen made clear each condition for exploiting the priests.
Having been here once before, he now moved with ease. Though the tomb raider’s wraith was weak, it was well-suited to guarding the entrance. Rainleaf entered the tomb corridor, not in a hurry to slay monsters.
For Real Madrid, the next three matches would be against Bayern, Sevilla, and Barcelona—the highlight of the season had only just begun.
The great ship sped forward, skimming the sea’s surface. As it reached the island, it came to a sudden halt, sending up a hundred-foot wave. Amidst the spray, the vessel settled steadily, as if rising from the water—an impressive sight.
Huang Xuan understood well that if he bought the fleet from Galadia, it would be a happy outcome for all. Yet, he didn’t want this to estrange him from Galadia; when dealing with assets worth billions, it was best not to let emotions interfere.
All this happened in a flash—Zheng Lei, who had seemed so dangerous moments before, was now nothing but a corpse slumped on the ground.
“What’s he here for?” Zhao Yaning was truly displeased this time; he did not like that name.
He was a spirit. Though his heart was pierced, outwardly he was unharmed; no blood flowed from the wound. The blood within him circulated just as before, as if losing or gaining a heart made no difference.
This contest forbade the use of elixirs or magical artifacts, but Gongsun Yang’s Amethyst Barrier was formed through domain power, so it was not considered favoritism.
Considering that the new drugs invented by Tian Lu would soon enter clinical trials, it was necessary for them to establish a presence in neurology.
Unlike Zhu Qiang, Mr. H immediately produced the storage device and handed it to the silver-haired man, asking in surprise.