32. The Man-Eating House (Twenty-Nine)

"Mr. Dave, please, don't stand on ceremony. Continue watching the game, and we shall talk later," Ling Xiao said.

Watching Mu Meiqing’s smug expression, I felt a genuine sense of unease. Truth be told, though she had grown increasingly beautiful, she had also developed a heavy, worldly cynicism—a change likely inseparable from the environment she now inhabited.

"Sister..." the dainty and lovely Fu Yuechi trembled with fear at the roaring sounds coming from outside the villa, quickly hiding behind Fu Qingfeng.

Typical events: One, the Second Mizukage and the Second Tsuchikage fought each other to the death. Two, the Second Hokage and the Second Raikage were ambushed while traveling to a peace summit.

I lunged forward and slapped him across the face, followed by a swift gut punch and a leg sweep. The entire sequence took only two seconds; he had no time to react, and by the time he realized what had happened, he was already on the ground, clutching his stomach in agony.

Seeing that both elders were injured, Alisa approached and used her life force to mend their damaged tissues. Within moments, the two elders had recovered most of their strength.

Had it been destroyed by the sword strike I unleashed with all my might? Or was it hidden within Princess Jinling Yu Yue, whom the Underworld Emperor clutched tightly to his chest?

Although the Octopus had been drinking, he remained quite rational. I told him that a friend of mine had run into some trouble—a friend with whom I had only a casual relationship—and asked him to see if he recognized any of those societal cancers. If he did, I asked him to help resolve it; if not, we would simply take our leave.

"I... I was just overwhelmed with pleasant surprise," I said hurriedly. As long as he believed even a fraction of it, I would find a way to make him believe the rest.

"I’m not in a rush; I just feel I haven't done enough," He Liancheng said. Just then, Kuan Kuan began to stir, throwing himself into his arms. After rooting around for a while without finding any food, the baby let out a wail.

This time, Ye Tian had offended people too severely. He figured he would likely be a target as well. "No, I have to get out and lay low." Thinking about how he had provoked so many people at once, Tang Yi felt incredibly wronged. He had vented his anger, but trouble would surely follow. He pondered heading abroad for a few days until the situation calmed down before returning.

Baby thought about it for a moment, seemingly understanding. Her face flushed a deep red, and she cast a coquettish, thousand-charming glance at Zhang Shan, though she said nothing.

Upon hearing the Cold Matriarch's words, Zhao Liying’s face filled with joy, and she stole a glance at Leng Yunfeng.

Rena picked up another white towel and sat behind Lin Feng, preparing to scrub his back just as Annie had.

The next day, before the sun had even risen, Zhang Shan saddled his camel and led his caravan deep into the heart of the Sahara Desert.

With a dull thud and a scream of agony, Chen Weiqiang was sent flying by the high-speed collision of the nearly two-hundred-pound giant. He was left dazed and confused, tumbling several meters before crashing to the ground, unable to regain his senses for quite some time.

Of course, it was impossible for Yang Lie to gift Ye Tian a luxury car worth over four million on their first meeting. Even between very close friends, such things were rare, let alone between two people who could barely be called acquaintances.

"One more chance for physical enhancement. Upgrade!" Leng Yunfeng chose to upgrade immediately.

"It seems the system wants me to play for high stakes," Zhang Shan muttered with a wry smile, shaking his head. He had been forced into this position by the system itself.

"I have heard that gambling experts can control the number of dice," Zhang Shan said, his demeanor remaining relaxed and easy. *Too slow, far too slow—like a snail’s pace!*

The phantom was formed from the spiritual energy of the five elements, and thus it was soft and pliable, much like water. Its cold sensation was simply due to it lacking human body temperature; if needed, he could easily replicate that, and Guibao was confident he could achieve it.

"What elderly person wants to see me? I don't know any elderly people. Who are you talking about?" Xiang Qianjin asked, confused.

He would leave Hanover as soon as his title was conferred; Yang Yi had no desire to remain in this restrictive, stifling place a moment longer. Three days later, Yang Yi packed his belongings and set out early for the palace to receive Emperor William’s investiture.

The troops were low on rations, eating only at ten in the morning and six in the evening. If they were to march at high speed, the soldiers' stamina would not hold up; their physical energy had to be managed rationally.

Kong Xuan had just broken through to the early stage of the Quasi-Saint realm, his foundation still somewhat unstable. Seeing the Sage Zhunti die and his true spirit enter the cycle of reincarnation, he felt a sudden sense of urgency and wished to enter seclusion to cultivate for a time.

Phil Jackson nodded as well. If Sun Zhuo could bring his shooting percentage from practice into the formal games, it would truly liberate O'Neal and Kobe.

"Jimmy Jordan isn't playing today. Compared to yesterday, there seem to be a few new faces," Wade said, looking at the players and feeling that today's game might be quite dull.

No one’s gaze lingered on him for more than two seconds, but Li Lingyi reached out and peeled the newspaper off his body.

"Our young master is the son of the current Grand Marshal and Taiwei, Lord Gao," a servant nearby replied, his tone dripping with superiority.