Volume One, Chapter 21: Taking a Beating

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The gate was constructed of stone and completely unadorned, save for two ring-shaped handles. These handles, also carved from stone, weighed over a hundred pounds each, making it impossible for an ordinary person to open the door.

He could not possibly call everyone in the bar out one by one to beat them up, asking if they submitted to him and continuing until they did. Despite his rural upbringing, he understood the virtue of winning people over with integrity; such a brutal method of resolution as fighting was best avoided if possible.

Thinking of this, his gaze toward Wuming grew filled with greed. With such strength, Wuming must have encountered incredible fortunes and possessed countless miraculous techniques and treasures. Seizing even a fraction of them could allow him to stand out from the crowd.

Upon hearing this, Yulan revealed a shy smile and nodded. The two looked at each other, their mutual understanding unspoken.

In this way, by shifting strategies, the situation where both offense and defense were restricted was finally improved. Our attacks became smoother, and through efficient positioning and coordination, we managed to carve out a chance to compete against opponents whose physical capabilities far exceeded our own.

He seemed to see his own internal organs. Where was his head? Where were his feet? Where were his hands? It was a question.

Naturally, Marty was strong; for him to attack while Lorraine defended was standard practice. Yet, after ten seconds of what appeared to be an all-out assault, Marty had seemingly not touched his opponent once. What was going on?

"Very well, Father. Tomorrow, my second brother and I will welcome the triumphant return of the Women's Army," Li Jiancheng quickly agreed.

After hearing her clearly, I noticed that the giant rat's corpse had been effortlessly lifted into mid-air. Beneath its limp body, within the quicksand, a massive, dark-brown figure slowly emerged.

Liu Feiyang would no longer shout grandiose slogans as he had before, only to delay taking action.

However, after the apocalypse, his family's livelihood became increasingly difficult. The money they earned was nowhere near enough for household expenses. After the apocalypse, the government never increased his parents' pensions, while prices soared, leaving them with only a few thousand per month. Their life was unimaginably difficult.

"Understood," the man replied, bowing to Liu Xi, a long sword suddenly appearing in his hand.

"Sister, never mind whether the Archangel likes it or not, but I see that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes it very much. The Prince is a guest from afar; we must ensure the guest is satisfied first. Sister, don't you agree?" Lingxia smiled gently, pointing the finger at An Yi, having sensed something amiss for a long time.

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"No, you are mistaken. I am not a princess anymore, nor am I your wife." The tone sounded somewhat sour.

Not long after dinner, she began to suffer from abdominal pain, running to the bathroom repeatedly. Duan Chengyu had already had a private doctor examine her, who attributed it to eating persimmons and crab together. Yet, even after taking medicine, Ji Keyin could not stop the diarrhea.

"Nana, why are you here?" Prince Ang frowned slightly, his eyes showing a touch of surprise.

The car stopped a meter away from her, and a tall man stepped out, wearing sunglasses.

"Fine, I will trust you once." Ouyang Lietian quietly took off his clothes and crawled into the grass with Mi Yiqing.

"What? You have been sitting on this highway for a year?" The driver almost howled. His mood, which had just calmed slightly, was instantly thrown into chaos, his face turning pale.

As a result, another man launched a sneak attack from behind, pouncing on my back and instantly throwing me to the ground.

Dennis's department was located in another building, and it was unlikely he would run into colleagues who knew him here. Long Ci chatted with various medical staff as he walked, his technique quite practiced.

Tears also fell uncontrollably. Shao Kang panicked, hurriedly offering explanations, only to draw more tears from Kuang Zhiluo.

Although they had not yet formally engaged in a sniper duel, Death could already reconstruct Peter's projected trajectory based on the existing intelligence.

She was just about to greet Tang Luo when she saw her sister bringing breakfast out of the kitchen and placing it on the dining table.

Zhang Qing and he had only delivered a letter as the Old Medicine Pot requested. How had they ended up being dragged along by their collars like two dead dogs by the recipient?

Song Li felt a mix of amusement and frustration, but he did not explain. Song Qing did not care; in any case, he understood that Song Li had no interest in the position of the Song family head.

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Just then, a giant wave surged with seawater, slamming directly onto the deck. By the time everyone regained their senses, Mr. Shiye, the only one without a safety rope tied around his waist, had vanished from the deck.

That Song Li was an alchemist was beyond their expectations. In their view, for Song Li to reach the Demon God level at such a young age, it was impossible for him to have had time to practice alchemy.

"An important matter? What matter?" Clearly, Yun Xuan's curiosity had been piqued by Yaoye.

In fact, as Li Siyuan had said, the Northern Garrison was backed into a corner. Whether they liked it or not, they had to fight to the death. Li Cunxiao had not expected the Northern Garrison to unleash such formidable combat power in their desperation.

The qipao she wore differed in color and pattern from Zheng Hanlu's—lotus root pink with lotus flowers. Her hair was styled in a classical bun, and with the vertical bamboo flute in her hands, she looked like an exquisite beauty sitting there, forming an antique tableau with the surrounding environment.

Li Siyuan reached out to raise his middle finger high, but his arm only moved slightly.

However, he decided not to meddle in such matters; he would finish his own business and be on his way.

The disciple who came to report felt embarrassed to speak. Reporting such a thing at this time was just adding to the trouble. Everyone knew the zombies were the major issue now; if he spoke of someone trespassing on the mountain, the Sect Master might just strike him down in a fit of anger.

"Clear everything!" Inside his bucket helm, Count Maximilian issued a brief order in German, telling his knights not to hesitate; they only needed to sweep everything on the battlefield like iron plows, without concern for prisoners.

On the way back, Justinian did not say another word. The taciturn young man kept thinking about the matters in his heart.