Volume 1, Chapter 26: Don't Let Grandmother Worry

"Has Jiamo not arrived yet?" The commander looked at the only empty chair at the conference table, suddenly struck by a thought.

The man was speechless the moment he heard this. Was this really a military campaign? There were no cowards in the Hongmen; they did not fear death, but for Shen Xiao to say such things at a time like this, was he not shaking the morale of the troops? Could this war even be fought?

The night was pitch black. As the sedan just entered Tangshan, a sudden gunshot jolted Fifth Brother from his deep contemplation.

In August, Leeds United concluded a series of warm-up matches and began their final preparations for the official start of the league season.

Xinyi wanted to gather information about the alchemy competition three days away so she could go and observe it; visiting the Alchemy Sect first was undoubtedly the best choice.

"It's stylish. The terrain of the Celestial Realm is stylish as well. Look at this radiance; it's way more impressive than the Black Dragon set," I laughed.

"Damn it, we’ve been tricked!" Just as Zhou Xiao was feeling anxious, the brothers he had brought with him were falling one by one beside him. The helpless and painful expressions left behind after their deaths made Zhou Xiao feel as if his heart were bleeding.

"Don't you think love is a foolish thing? Is love not just something that leads to degradation? Is love not something despicable and shameless, a thing that strips away the dignity and character a human being ought to possess?"

"Let’s head back!" Lin Qingxuan used "we" this time instead of "you," implying that she, too, would be bidding a temporary farewell to this mountain villa of wooden houses.

Just then, Xin Wu’s phone rang. The person calling was none other than Zhao Jiannan. This matched Xin Wu’s suspicions.

"Ask if you must." Su Xu naturally wouldn't believe it; even if Lin Feng’s talent was monstrous, reaching the Silver rank was equivalent to a pipe dream.

Staring at the two broken shells on the ground, Lin Feng used his blood blade to push them aside, retrieved their two Tier 3 energy crystals, and placed them in his palm.

The pursuers behind them were getting excited too. At first, it was indeed just for show, but after chasing for a distance, they realized this green-haired monster was surprisingly nimble at operating the ground-skimming vehicle.

Li Siming looked at Zheng Fengchu’s expression, which looked exactly like Jin Weiyi’s whenever he stared at his phone screen. Recently, Li Siming had noticed that Jin Weiyi had changed his phone wallpaper to a popular dynamic wallpaper of Jessie.

After all, in S City, privately owned lions were rare, and free-roaming ones were even fewer.

Over the next few days, He Junxuan was not idle at all. Old Man Xia had previously mentioned that he needed to contact outside aristocratic families to provide support in Dragon City and prepare for its reconstruction.

If not for He Junxuan’s frantic operation of the All-Things-Transforming Heaven Technique, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a madman...

If someone whispers sweet nothings to you, and it happens to be someone you love who also loves you, that is perhaps the sweetest confession in the world.

The group returned to the Tang residence. Huang Zhong secretly clicked his tongue; Tang Zheng’s background was clearly not simple. However, there didn't seem to be any minister surnamed Tang in the imperial court. Wait, Huang Zhong suddenly remembered that the governor of Kuaiji was named Tang Mao. Could this Tang Zheng be the son of the governor of Kuaiji?

Never mind, I’ll chat with the handsome Gan Ning another time; accompanying Senior Sister Zhen Mi is more important right now.

"One more win and I’ll reach Silver III! I’ll just play this last game and call it a day." Chen Jiadong comforted himself, then clicked into the ranked queue again.

The Divine Dragon’s body continued to pour in. Only now did Boss Li finally see the true face of the dragon before him.

Han Yong replied, "When comparing the two, their strength must be comparable to be worth comparing. Before, the Sect Master’s strength was not apparent and differed too greatly from Xiao Shouchen’s, so there was no comparison to be made."

Difficulty in approaching someone often relates to status and position, but it is not absolute. In reality, it has more to do with a person's temperament. Those in low positions may keep others at a distance due to their nature, while those in high positions may remain approachable for the same reason.

"Haha, Grandpa, please allow me to consider this question," Xiaotian said, feeling somewhat hesitant.

Ma Jue held Zhou Hexuan’s letter, afraid to open it for fear of being rejected, so she decided to read Lu Xun’s letter first.

Li Chengshu closed his eyes as well. Although he did not know what realm he would break through to this time, he vaguely sensed that the level would not be low.

After waiting for her for a few minutes and seeing no improvement in her condition, Ji Ming could only greet her lightly before walking out of the restaurant with Mashiro.

Ji Ming looked at his sister, who seemed as pure as an angel. He hesitated, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by her sudden movement.

Xing Yun had wanted to offer more advice. The grievances between the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and the major factions now seemed hopelessly entangled. Looking at how the major factions acted today, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect of the past might not have been so clean either; thus, there was no clear distinction between great good and great evil here.

Her roar was accompanied by boundless baleful aura, truly awe-inspiring; most ordinary men in the Star Academy would likely have had their legs turn to jelly.

Su Quan’s sense of crisis grew stronger. He felt that at today’s meeting, Su Yang had stolen the spotlight entirely with this matter, instantly overshadowing him as the elder brother.

The function of these large-scale arrays was to suppress the main gods, rendering them immobile for a split second, allowing the white-robed man to seize that brief moment to snatch the Nine Extremes Yin-Yang Talisman and flee.

Na Ze saw her confusion but said nothing, merely pulling her around a corner. A few steps further on were rows of piled-up desks and chairs, where many people were hunched over, buried in writing.

Even if the original body perished, no one knew in which sea of space, which plane, which realm, or on which star a soul clone or soul imprint might still remain.