Volume 1, Chapter 49: She Told Me She Only Sees Me as an Elder

In the living room, Shang Linrao's mind was not on the chessboard at all, his ears pricked up to catch any movement from the balcony.

Hearing Lu Xiaoman's words, "I've never had any other thoughts," the hand holding the chess piece tightened abruptly, his knuckles turning white.

No way? Could it be that the golden-red light emanating from his body just now had been misunderstood by them again?

Aside from the module obtained from the Xenogeneic Queen, the ones left to process were the Rat King's module and teeth. As for the giant's thumb ring, he had no intention of dealing with it for now.

This musical exchange meeting was precisely of that nature; in essence, it was a musical contest and showdown between several academies, or even escalating to a battle between two nations.

In his eyes, although the Defeated Legion Church was powerful, it was simply incomparable to the Gray Alliance and served as nothing more than a usable tool.

Yet, just as he finished cursing Zhao Long, Father Zhao's brow furrowed tightly, and he instantly fell into a daze, as if he had thought of something.

Xu Zhixu nodded, then watched Bai Lan climb up the ladder before leaping straight down, completely disregarding the pain in her foot.

Spirit of Chaos — Water: One of the core spirit entities nurtured by chaos, wielding the purest element of water. It possesses an extreme affinity with those who bear the physique of chaos and has already acknowledged its master: Feng Yun.

He had just defeated a team of attackers led by a Soul Emperor. This battle could be said to have exhausted most of the combat-proficient Soul Emperor's soul power, leaving countless wounds on his body as bright red blood slowly stained the clothes across his chest.

Upon learning that Lin Mo was about to arrive, Cai Cai collected all her icy demeanor and took a few deep breaths to compose herself.

The banquet host's attitude of declining visitors was obvious, and Shen Yuan had no desire to continue chatting with him. She simply turned and left, heading straight to the stairwell to call Si Yin.

Down below, another stern-faced young man had light flickering in his eyes, lost in his own thoughts.

Right at that moment, Resolute Spirit abruptly appeared in the room. Carrying two bowls of strange food covered with plastic bags, he stared blankly in the direction of the Bird Spirit and Li Guo.

Clearly, because the tycoon had been too furious earlier, he had completely forgotten to use the "Must-Drop-Items-on-Kill" move against Supreme Rogue. The Luoba Gang had used this exact move against Wild Wolf at 2:00 AM today. Letting the tycoon deal with Supreme Rogue was intended not only to let the tycoon vent his anger, but also for him to use the must-drop skill, yet the tycoon had somehow forgotten.

With his ears perked up in listening, Chen浩 no longer hesitated, pulling Huang Yunya into his embrace in a frenzy of joy and kissing her passionately for a moment before sweeping her up in his arms and striding swiftly toward his bedroom.

The divine artifact gloves on the tycoon's twin fists actually began to tear apart like tattered cloth. The tycoon's pair of sandbag-sized fists were covered in blood, which streamed down his arms onto his body, with drops pattering onto the ground. Luoba Gang and Uncle Gloom watched with indignation; the newcomer was simply too powerful, actually driving the tycoon to such a state.

Xie Mingfeng's eyes turned red, and he formed hand seals with both hands. With a flash of light, space trembled violently, and a blade of space materialized before him. Xie Mingfeng spat a mouthful of blood onto the space blade, causing it to shimmer with a bloody crimson light.

Therefore, when McGrady completed that slam dunk, everyone from top to bottom on the Pistons appeared exceptionally excited, including Pistons owner Bill Davidson and general manager Joe Dumars. With the owner and general manager being this ecstatic, the home crowd went without saying.

Zhou Yi secretly gave Tayshaun Prince a thumbs-up. The referee's previous call had been entirely correct; it was simply that Prince had mastered the subtle boundaries of defense to perfection.

Everyone chatted about trivial anecdotes of daily life, with some craning their necks to gaze at the pine tree tops, wearing expressions as though they were about to compose a poem. In the end, no poem was recited, yet these two trees were likely the ones they were most familiar with. Probably in their entire lives, people had never gazed so frequently upon two such utterly unremarkable, ordinary trees.