Chapter 146: Gratitude

"I beg you, please have mercy and let me see my child. I promise I won't do anything, nor will I threaten your family. Just let me see the child, for a single glance, that is all."

Yuan Xiangdie turned sideways, making a gesture that left everyone puzzled, wondering what she was about to do.

The middle-aged woman who had spoken just moments before was about to offer some persuasion: "Oh, young lady, just let him take a look. After all, you are mother and child by blood, even if goodness knows what kind of entanglements or complicated relations exist between you."

"Go ahead and look. But remember, you said a single glance. If you dare to take a second glance, I will gouge your eyeballs out." [...]

Haihai opened a can of beer, tilted his head back, and began to gulp it down. Drinking too hastily, clear drops of beer spilled from the corners of his mouth, while large teardrops slipped down the edges of his eyes.

Hearing this, Hu Yizhi fell silent once more. Although he did not care to hear Mo Yiyue's words, he could not refute them either. Furthermore, since Mu Yuncheng had once done a great favor to Mount Liuren, it was only natural for him to lend a helping hand now.

"Miss Lin, you seem listless and devoid of color. Are you not feeling well?" Jiangdong asked with concern.

At that time, apart from Mo Wuyuan, who was carrying a child in her womb, he had never heard of Mo Xuansheng having any other infant children still in swaddling clothes.

Watching the players march out of the camp, the bewildered plant-folk could only turn their helpless gazes toward their High Priest.

This particular player was a farming enthusiast; upon arriving in the human realm, he had possessed and inhabited the body of a beast.

Almost everyone's attention was focused on Nowitzki, who was swinging his fists, but Vignali remembered that, counting this latest play, Yi Jianlian had already tallied 11 points and 8 assists. That Dallas number one was getting infinitely closer to the first double-double of his NBA career.

However, the opponent's Titan had joined the battlefield, teleporting from a ward in the middle lane, and then knocked up both Zhou Hao and Liu Hao with his ultimate. Moreover, Varus used Flash and a basic attack followed by his Q skill to claim Liu Hao's head.

Guess where we went and what happened? Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to guess. We ran into a Blood Fiend.

To be burned alive—that must be an excruciatingly cruel way to die! Worst of all, those who die in a fire are generally nearly impossible to identify, ultimately doomed to become wandering lonely ghosts, roaming these mountains day after day and night after night.

Then, what kind of madness would an existence like the Netherworld Violet-Azure Dragon—a mid-level divine beast—provoke among the dragon clan?

"I'm not setting rules for you; I'm establishing the rules of the People's Party. Whatever rules are set, I must be the first to obey them," Chen Ke replied somewhat testily.

Could Long Ge and his companions break through the unstable battle-aura barrier formed by over twenty seventh-tier Qi-moon masters? Could they help the drunkard, a first-tier Qi-emperor, defeat the leader of the Flame Mountain, who was at the zeroth tier of the Qi-emperor realm?

Researchers shuttled back and forth through various corridors, holding documents and discussing matters with one another. Through the transparent glass windows, numerous rooms could be seen equipped with sophisticated, cutting-edge instruments.

Although Ren Qian spoke indifferently, for some reason, Zhang Tiansong's heart tightened abruptly. Just as he was about to offer words of comfort, a thought flashed through his mind, and after a rapid mental calculation, he instantly made a decision.

The underworld of Yan Country was rampant with crime, and historically the military had never intervened in gang turf wars. But now, what was the meaning of these several thousand heavily armed soldiers?

After all, a werewolf's vitality was astonishingly powerful, and the moonlight of a full moon acted like adrenaline to them. For a species pumped up on adrenaline, its combat effectiveness needed no explanation—it was off the charts.

Song Haiping was unable to make a decision, but not far away, Nie Yun could not help casting a glance at Zhuang Boyan.

"You bastards, you've been pounding me with artillery for so long; now it's time for me to go wild! Dammit, I'll let you see what real firepower is like! Jack, bring out our heavy gear and show these bastards!" At this moment, Tang Tianyang's bantering voice rang out, piercing the sky and shaking the firmament.

In his past life, after the Japanese invaded the Central Plains, they cultivated poppies on a massive scale. Now, his goal was to occupy Japan and turn that place into a poppy cultivation base.