Chapter 49

"Let's say you're right for the sake of argument," Long Kun said, pouring himself another cup of tea while completely ignoring the empty cups of Xinyi and Lin Zhaohui.

"Roar—!" Finding that someone actually dared to trespass into its territory, the demonized giant ape let out an angry roar toward the sky, leaped over three meters away, and chased after Qian Cheng on its long legs.

"I'm sorry! I've been rude! Since that's the case, I hope you can launch some attacks on the stronghold near this television station to help us draw away some of the stationed garrison troops." Seeing the persistence in Carlos's eyes, Lin Xiaolei decided to assign them some tasks as well.

The vest he wore was severely creased, looking as though it were a piece of kraft paper that had been violently crumpled countless times and draped over his body.

First up for the Lakers was the preseason. The preseason was a rather peculiar existence; it did not count toward a team's statistics for entering the playoffs and was generally established as a series of matches to help the team's substitute players build a name for themselves.

Afterward, that bastard never showed up again. I thought he had learned his lesson and wouldn't come back to pester me with his shameless clinging.

Iron-gray pupils, a high-bridged nose, and sword-shaped brows exuding an heroic spirit—such features should naturally radiate the bearing of a heroine unwilling to yield to men, yet she was incongruously shrouded in a heavy, dense melancholy.

Changqin: For five hundred years, across the heavens and the earth, I have carried longing and self-reproach, awaiting the moment of our reunion. Zhaodi, do you know how deeply I love you? Yet, with flowers blooming and falling year after year, where might you be now? If our fate is not yet exhausted in this life, I would rather forsake the entire world than fail you.

"Understood. Have you heard about the so-called resurrection that happened in the prison later on?" Liu Shengqiang pursued the question.

Liang Juan walked up and greeted Huo Xuetong first. The adoration in her eyes had not diminished, and naturally, she paid no attention to Quan Shengnan, merely asking with concern how Huo Xuetong was handling his business affairs.

A brief freeze occurred within the water wall. Whether it was the continuously swimming marine life or the endlessly flowing azure seawater, at this moment, they seemed to have fallen into a standstill of time, with everything solidifying and motionless.

Looking at the players around him who were frozen in a daze, Dachun could only imagine how shocked they must have been! He resumed the operation that had been interrupted earlier.

While executing his four consecutive kills, Wang Long felt an aura flow past. It flowed through the limbs, hair, and spirit of every one of his clones, trapping him entirely within what seemed to be a sealed space.

Wang Long had experienced something similar before, and that was at the core of the Dragon Graveyard, where dragon souls wandered everywhere and the primordial energy of heaven and earth was so dense and rich that it even formed mist droplets.

Kongxiang's reply left Kongyin stunned. He did not understand why his senior brother had stated the Fox family's address without the slightest hesitation. Wasn't senior brother afraid of dragging the entire Buddhist Sect into this? With Tiansheng present, Kongyin found it difficult to speak out and could only bury this lingering question in his heart.

Tiansheng lifted his foot and stepped into the chaos. Feeling a momentary blur before his eyes, he had already arrived before the Heavenly Mirror Platform.

The Young Master certainly didn't believe that their so-called perfection adhered to any particular standard; as long as nothing went wrong, that was fine, but if something actually went wrong, it might turn out even better.

Wiping away the remaining droplets of wine from the corner of his mouth, the young lord asked with an elegant and faint tone: "Yuji is carrying my child?" He asked this question very slowly, very slowly, his eyes slightly shaded as he spoke.

"Good morning, Mengmeng~" Tachibana Aya leaned against the doorway and greeted Natsu Meng, who responded with a sleepy expression, "Good morning, Tachibana... sis..." before continuing leisurely toward the bathroom.

Walking peacefully all the way to Natsu's apartment, the sky had long since grown dim. The street lamps, already lacking in brightness, scattered their feeble light without providing much illumination, but the kind-hearted landlord had installed a high-intensity floodlight on the outer corner of the building. Thanks to this, the space in front of the apartment was still quite bright.

"Captain Wei, I'll climb down..." Mo Wuwen took out a rope to the heavens he carried with him, tied one end to a tree stump and the other around his waist, and grabbed the tree branches and rocks on the slope as he advanced toward the iron box.

Xun Yu opened his mouth; it was indeed a loss, but this could not be spoken aloud. He understood Cao Cao; even if they suffered a loss in this matter, they had to swallow it, because as Prime Minister Cao, he could not afford to be seen as having been cheated. Therefore, he had to silently swallow this bitter pill and even smile while saying how delicious it was.

"We stumbled back into the mortal world purely by chance after swimming through the water." He Tiankun still remembered everything that happened at the Muyun Temple with vivid clarity.

Chilling eyes swept past the two bodyguards before striding directly past them inward, and Liang Fanxin hurriedly followed.

Top-tier players heavily cultivated by various countries, such as the werewolf Ares and the iron man Singh, had also arrived.

"Yes, Lao He. It was the Diao driving away the Yonghe that saved us. Look, that white cloud on the horizon shaped like a giant bird is the Diao!" Mo Wuwen hurriedly pointed at the soon-to-disappear white cloud and shouted at He Tiankun.

Going to check on Liu He, he was just forcing himself to keep up his spirits. He had eaten a little bit at first, and then started to doze off. Finally, he called Xun You over, gave a few brief instructions, and simply slipped away. Those present did not seem surprised at all, as if Liu He had done the same in previous years?

Once the central intelligence brain caught them making a mistake, they would be placed on the pending audit list, and everything belonging to the Tang family would be investigated.

He was extremely confident; two powerful individuals at the Sixth-Rank Great Profound Sovereign realm were practically invincible existences. Aside from top-tier powerhouses like the Dragon Vulture, no one could kill them.

As for Dabai and Shi Zhongqiu, these two blockheads were both wielding large axes. Relying on their thick hides and tough flesh, they charged straight at the two First-Layer Profound Martial Realm martial artists with brute force. In no time at all, these two unlucky fellows were beaten until blood bloomed like ten thousand peach blossoms.

"When it was dragged into your belly, it suddenly looked like a charred lump of charcoal, and within just a few seconds, it vanished," Li Qinghe explained.

Qian多多 (Qian Duoduo) had truly overextended his body. He closed his eyes, sank his consciousness to guide the circulation of his true qi, and slowly entered a state of deep meditation.

Long Luo swept his gaze across the scene and waved his hand, sending several wisps of spiritual energy flying straight toward the God Kings of the Wanku Sect. The God Kings of the Wanku Sect who were fighting Liu Feng, Tutian, and the others instantly turned to ashes and vanished into thin air. As for their souls and divine awareness, Long Luo couldn't be bothered to finish them off; the God Kings of the Yunqi Sect, having freed up their hands, all surged toward Long Luo.

"Then let's try it tonight!" Wang Youcai lowered his voice and chuckled. Had Feng Yan not been shouting and screaming in the carriage, Wang Youcai would have lingered and refused to leave.

Her makeup indeed looked exceptional—completely the opposite of Che Wufei's—painted in an alluring and enchanting manner. If Che Wufei currently resembled an elegant lotus emerging from the water, then she was like a poppy blooming with the charm of dried blood, blossoming with wild and wild beauty, yet leaving people too intimidated to touch her easily.