Chapter 46: Whatever You Say, I Will Do!

Listening to the words of the Master of the Tianxin Sect, the Tianxin Divine Sword itself slightly flickered with the radiance of sword intent, as if responding to him.

When Lin Chong received the battle report afterwards, he could not help but sigh at how ingenious this unconscious cooperation truly was, and he was reminded of Yi and Weier, who, with the supreme strength of the Nine Calamities, exerted all their might to shoot that peerless arrow at the Furnace Keeper.

Wu Shichuo had been far too arbitrary and too consumed by anger; had he asked a few more questions, there might still have been a turning point to this matter.

Ever since Xu Jingzong had subjected him to that intimate and greasy encounter last time, Cheng Yaojin had despised Xu Jingzong utterly. Now that an opportunity had arisen to mess with him, he was determined to storm into his house no matter what.

His movements were smooth and flowing like drifting clouds and water. As time passed, the rich aromas from the five pots gradually dispersed, growing increasingly fragrant.

Using his Realm-Patrol Mind Technique, Lin Chong instantly learned of Lin Haoheng's current state. Guided by Lord Taishan, Lin Haoheng had attained the rank of a True Immortal. His natal primordial sword had been upgraded first, while his immortal infant still awaited accumulation, though that too would happen naturally in due course.

Good heavens, how blind must one's eyes be? Song Yi did not want to complain, but he simply could not hold it back any longer.

Ding Yiyi looked at Li Qianmo in utter bewilderment, completely failing to understand the meaning behind her words.

As for the two foxes, their coats were entirely red—a rare breed. However, they were neither mutations nor fierce beasts; the large yellow dog had undoubtedly found them pretty and brought them back directly.

The light at the entrance was somewhat dim, and since no one expected that anyone would hire thugs to beat up a champion, these men rushed forward like a tidal wave while muttering discontentedly among themselves.

Caught off guard by Du Li, he was forced to make a temporary retreat. Yet Yuan Wuwei was never one to back down passively, even when facing Du Li, whose momentum was scarcely inferior to his own.

Many people knew that Liu Xiyue possessed an elusive and eccentric temper; thus, while those who knew her were numerous, very few ever interacted with her deeply.

Wang Shouzhong's confidence stemmed from his several regiments of elite teeth-troops. Every single soldier was meticulously trained and forged by his own hands. While he dared not claim they could each match a hundred foes, when it came to arraying for battle and slaying enemies, Wang Shouzhong was confident they feared no army whatsoever.

"It's fine. We only returned a few days ago, and I can handle it. You don't need to worry," Shan Dan said in a very calm tone. She did not want to make things difficult for him, and she understood the feelings he held for her.

"I, Liang Yicheng, am the project leader. The family can tell me any requests they have, and I will report them back to the CEO," said one lean, sharp, and short-statured man.

Upon seeing the message replied by Moo Haochen, Choi Soo-young's eyes lit up slightly, the corners of her lips curling upward into an unmistakable arc as she sent another message.

Moo Haochen was dumbfounded. Coming to his senses, he hurriedly waved his hands and spoke, then rushed off toward the walk-in closet to change his clothes. Jessica actually wanted to help?

Every day, A'dal decided who to send forth, and the chosen warriors had to gather at the Dome of the Light to receive A'dal's blessing before marching into Shadowmoon Valley. Adventurers wishing to aid Shattrath needed to ally themselves with either the Aldor or the Scryer. Naturally, whichever faction a player sought help from would inevitably incur the displeasure of the other.

Although Liu Ming's initial performance had been atrocious, his later actions were quite commendable. Yu Shengnan felt that, after all, he was a comrade who had fought in the same trenches. Now that the battle had come to a temporary close, sharing a meal to strengthen their bond might lead to them becoming colleagues in the future.

"Since you've arrived here, don't even think about escaping! Since I could lure you here so openly, I never intended to let you leave!" said Li Yunshen.

If one wished to linger in another world for an extended period, an adequate supply of food and water was essential; hence, a sturdy backpack was also indispensable.

Qiulan could not recite every detail of Daoism and Confucianism, but casually tossing out a few fragments was more than enough to fool these people.

With a flick of his mind, Wang Yaoyao retrieved the white jade bow and three white jade arrows from his storage ring once more.

Tears suddenly slipped down her cheeks. This truly was a final farewell! Shuying gazed blankly at the departing figure of Heyu until he vanished completely from sight.

"I don't know about that either. Just gauge the boundaries yourself. Even if others don't place a lowering curse on you, should you contract AIDS by any chance, no one can save you," Chu Tian reminded him appropriately.

It resembled a vulture circling high in the sky, appearing ready to swoop down at any moment to seize its prey.

"Is there a problem? I simply like the clothes in her shop, and I will come here again next time," An Ru spoke the truth. She would indeed return next time, though saying Lin Tingting was wonderful was not her true intention. She merely wanted to learn more about the garment industry from Lin Tingting and refused to be outdone by Lin Manman.

The lingering blue smoke drifted slowly into the air, causing Shuying's tears to stream down continuously from the irritation. The pungent smoke stung Heyu's nose. His brow furrowed slightly, his eyebrows slowly drawing together as he opened his eyes with discomfort.

Chuckling to himself, as the saying goes: the first time is strange, the second time is familiar. Wang Yao believed that since he could enter that state once, there would certainly be a second time. In time, he would undoubtedly achieve complete mastery over it.

Zhang Qing strongly suspected that the reason this world had degenerated into such a dire state was closely tied to that Dao-conjoining Golden Immortal.

"Hehehe, the master-disciple ceremony is already concluded. What is this? Could it be that several Marquises are still unwilling to give up?" The Marquis of Dingyuan turned around, his aged face brimming with triumphant smugness.

What is time? It is merely another form of life. In the mighty and surging river of time, how many proud prodigies have harbored bitter regrets and choked on blood, wishing to swim against the current of time to chase the karma of days past and defy the heavens to alter their destiny? To do so is undoubtedly courting self-destruction. If the Divine Wood God truly wished to court such danger, it would inevitably provoke heavy karma, perhaps perishing and having its Dao extinguished forever.

After another incense stick of time had passed, Guchen turned back to look toward Yancheng, seeing that all the refugees had already entered the city. He breathed a sigh of relief, cast a sinister smile at Li Lei, and erupted with vast, boundless momentum. A bolt of white lightning straight from the nine heavens plummeted from the sky, striking Li Lei directly on the head.

If he abandoned this bicycle and acted before the homeless man could react, there should be sufficient time to sprint past that stretch of road.

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Old Madam Wu wept bitterly over this, almost blinding herself. Her husband had been a heroic and accomplished man, only to pass away in the prime of his youth; now her eldest son seemed to be repeating his father's tragic path. Sending off the white-haired parent mourning the black-haired child made her grief all the more poignant.

Jiang Chengce, however, did not get out of the car, nor did he shut off the engine, nor did he even spare Wu Linna a pleasant look.

Yet within the spacious conference room, not a single one of the company's senior executives or board shareholders made a sound. Everyone simply looked at one another, occasionally glancing between the gloomy Nangong brothers and Jiang Chengce, who held his head proudly high.