Chapter 38: Sister Mianmian, are you keeping something from me?

Luo Yunmian’s body stiffened as she covered her face with her hand.

Ji Xiaomin walked over with a light, brisk step, and as he inadvertently looked down, he exclaimed, "Sister Mianmian, it really is you!"

A flash of embarrassment crossed Luo Yunmian’s face. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and offer a strained smile, replying, "Hello there."

Ji Xiaomin asked with concern, "Sister Mianmian, are you feeling unwell?"

Luo Yunmian’s heart skipped a beat. With a flicker of evasion in her eyes, she hurriedly replied, "Well..."

That very evening, the first news report aired on CCTV covered this event, providing a comprehensive account.

Before anyone realized it, twenty-five minutes of the match had passed, meaning only twenty minutes remained until the end of the game. Looking at the situation on the field, the Griffin Team still maintained their 3-2 lead over the Cloud Waves Team.

Watching the two people before him, a trace of panic flashed through Li Mingyang’s eyes, but he then shook his head. If they had wanted to kill him, they would have done so already; there would be no need to save him. Besides, there was still much he needed to learn about this place.

Stepping out from the corner, the Empress of Earth wore a sincere expression, her words conveying a plea for White-Brow to lay down his arms, lest the result be mutual destruction.

During subsequent interrogations, Chang Feng continuously drew information from Miao Feng based on the outline provided by Qin Yan.

The preliminary rounds of the Nine Provinces Assembly were now more than halfway through, and the two hundred selected contestants had drawn significant attention. After all, half of these individuals would face off against the genius seeds who had advanced directly to the semi-finals once they passed the next round; that would be the most anticipated segment of the Nine Provinces Assembly.

The latter still stood with his back straight, perfectly embodying the temperament of a butler, but Sebastian’s face was no longer human; his features had transformed into that of a dragon, and a pair of dragon wings had sprouted from his back.

In an instant, countless netizens swarmed the forums and communities of the RoK, flooding them with various rumors and attacks.

Guo Dong finally found a sword at a local opera troupe that featured an "R" mark as a reminder, with a three-dimensional bust of himself at the pommel. It must be said that the design of the sword was quite impressive and lived up to his reputation as a fierce general.

Just as the thunder was inches away from Guo Dong, a nine-zhang golden bell engraved with the images of the Eighteen Arhats suddenly appeared, enveloping him and firmly blocking the fifth Geng-Metal Thunder outside the barrier.

If the original body of that unfortunate Celestial knew that his avatar’s suicide was utterly meaningless, one wonders if he would be angered to the point of collapse.

The following afternoon, just after the hour of Wei, Liu Runichen, accompanied by several thousand-man commanders, arrived at the barracks of the garrison commander, Suo Zhou.

"No, no, this is not suitable for children. Let’s talk about it in a few years," Cang Jianlong said, his expression flustered.

"We cannot go on like this! Everyone, unite! Cang Jianli, the people of the four tribes will not let you off! I swear, if I am lucky enough to survive, I will fight your Cangxiong tribe to the death!" Xiang Liu Yixin shouted.

It was his uncle who had taken him to live at his house for half a year back then, allowing Xu Chen to escape the Demon race’s village massacre and survive; otherwise, he would have died alongside his parents.

The man was astonished. At first, he was frightened upon hearing of a consultation fee of eight or ten thousand, but once he heard it was free, he immediately stepped forward, clamoring to experience this so-called "vital energy."

Having finished all the paperwork before dinner, Wang Yangyang invited two classmates who had arrived earlier than her to a restaurant outside that evening. She introduced Liu Bin quite directly as her boyfriend and Zhang Yao as her sister.

"Ugh..." Eight Hundred Li Without Clouds and Mist materialized, Zhang Ye retching uncontrollably; he didn't stop until he had vomited three liters and had nothing left to bring up.

Chu Tiannan glanced at the overly dramatic Ouyang Xuan, felt a wave of disdain in his heart, and turned his head away, refusing to look at him any longer.

"Seriously? Is there really nowhere you’ve ever particularly wanted to go?" I asked, somewhat surprised.