Volume One, Chapter 55: Redemption!

The flames suffusing the dragon claws of Shyvana, the Half-Dragon, withered away like falling cherry blossoms and vanished in an instant.

"Don't speak!" Seeing a door appear ahead in the corridor, Win-brother hurriedly cut Wu Ling'er off, seemingly afraid that her words might be overheard by that vampire prince.

Wu Aihua naturally heard nothing of Hitler's praise for him far away in Europe. In the New Year of 1938, after escaping from Dianshan Lake alongside Shen Ren and Kong Wu, Wu Aihua was making his way toward Jiaxing. Due to the redeployment of Heisuke Yanagawa's 10th Army, Jiaxing had already been occupied by the Japanese forces.

Meanwhile, the Soviet outflanking force had also arrived near the 75mm field artillery position of the National Defense Army, posing a severe threat to them.

It was not that she deliberately dressed this way to maintain a low profile, but rather out of sheer habit, without ever giving a thought to matters of face or prestige.

Taking a few steps forward, Ding Hao moved beyond the range of the teleportation array, his expression turning grave. The moment he stepped out, he released his divine sense. Just three zhang away to his left, by the lakeside, lay a corpse, visible simply by bypassing a pile of stones.

Realizing that he had frightened Wu Ling'er, Qin Xiaojing instantly calmed down. Usually, he was not such an impulsive person, but lately, whenever it concerned Wu Ling'er, he found himself all too prone to losing control. If things continued this way, he would no longer be able to remain in this profession.

"We must stay calm right now! We must not provoke Cao's forces! If they still have reinforcements behind them, or if they turn back to counterattack, holding Xindu truly will be impossible!" Zhang Liao said with a furrowed brow.

Upon arriving at the main hall, they discovered an old man already waiting there for them quite some time, and the very clothes they had previously worn were right in the old man's hands.

"Liu Bei entered Bashu ostensibly to help Liu Zhang, but ended up seizing Bashu by taking advantage of their vulnerability, and then advanced his troops into Hanzhong to stand in a stalemate with Cao Cao. I know this much, but as for the rest, I really didn't pay attention!" Xu Jian said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

Su Zimo turned around at these words, and what met his eyes was a massive screen where the green bar had risen to roughly four-fifths. Next to it, an exceptionally high vote count of one thousand seven hundred and eighty-five was clearly marked, while the red bar stood at merely a little over a hundred votes. This meant that more than a hundred people had yet to cast their votes or had chosen to abstain.

"Hoo—hoo—" With air escaping from the corners of his mouth, the first skill this zombie unleashed was also a string of consecutive fireballs.

"Senior Supervisor? I don't want this coin, I want yours." Zheng Ji's lips curved slightly upward into a smile as he casually flicked his wrist. The gold coin in his hand spun at an intricate angle and flew precisely into the box on the table from which the coin had just been taken.

A single black-boned horse with eyes glowing red as flame. Aside from the black armor worn by the armored general upon the horse's back, Chen Jing felt a strange sense of unreality no matter how he looked at it. Even so, he could feel from the black-armored general the exact same sensation emanating from the ghost-head-inscribed ghost seal within the grand hall.

"We've been under your hypnosis this whole time?!" Andy rubbed his temples, a sudden realization dawning on him as sheer disbelief colored his tone.

As they drew closer to the city, not only did the number of ghost soldiers increase along the way, but ghost generals also began to appear frequently.

Because the Emperor-Slaying Sword was forged from divine iron, making it incomparably tough and razor-sharp, was that why the wooden sword in Long Tianwei's hand was directly destroyed by it?

The trees of the Extreme Ice Mountain Range served as excellent magical timber, and Xueyue's new-style fishing vessels utilized wood harvested right from here.

In the brief span of an instant while he rubbed his eyes, the silver needles in Long Tianwei's hand had already been swiftly deployed, sinking entirely into the major acupuncture points across Long Yunyun's body—many of which were lethal fatal points. Following a faint whistle, Long Tianwei hooked his toe upward, causing Long Yunyun's body to execute an airborne flip and land face-down upon the bamboo raft, exposing his back.

Gazing at the comical spectacle of a dozen elders apologizing and paying their respects to a dead pig, Zu Hongjun, Lu Yutang, Yin Xinzong, Shan Hongtao, and Luo Wushang remained as if caught in a dream, still not entirely jolted back to reality.

Though it arrives the latest among them, it unfailingly brings a touch of joy to the tail end of summer and the onset of autumn. It truly deserves to be called the final singer of summer; let me compose a poem in praise of it!

He leaned against my shoulder, kissing me gently, and murmured some indistinct reply that I couldn't quite catch.

"The injury is already fine. Father needn't worry." Huo Ting still held a certain measure of respect for Huo Yuanzhen.

Li Quan, who had just intended to leave, merely acted out of subconscious habit by taking hold of Su Ruoyu's hand. To his surprise, Su Ruoyu turned out to be very docile and did not pull away.

Thus we began bidding him farewell one after another, and I earnestly told "Shanshan" to cherish and care for each other well, making sure not to let her sincere heart be hurt. "Shanshan" agreed. At the same time, "Shanshan" asked me where I was heading next, to which I replied that I would first go to Xuancheng to look around casually, and might return home either today or tomorrow.

Yan Yu stepped forward a few paces, his gloomy expression radiating a dangerous signal as a low growl burst from his throat: "Qin Yan! Do you have any idea what you have done?" An aura of extreme chilliness radiated outward, causing the several martial experts near him to involuntarily lean their bodies backward.

Had he not employed the Brahma Judgment earlier, fusing together the true spirits of three constellations, Lou Zhetian would have long since been reduced to fine dust.

"Huo Lingfeng, you are his child; what do you suppose he is thinking?" After finishing her washing, Zhuang Qingqing lay in bed, yet felt utterly devoid of sleep. Could it be due to having eaten too much?