Chapter Fifty-Nine: Every Attempt at Showing Off Ends in Failure

Just as the three caught a glimpse of hope, reality once again proved itself contrary to their wishes; Rod had been waiting here for quite some time. More than a year ago, during the Song Dynasty, such splendid welfare already existed—no wonder foreign Sinologists dreamed of traveling back to live in that era.

As she finished speaking, the smile at the corner of her lips widened. The world believed Lan Mei was unskilled in martial arts, yet only a few knew that it was not a matter of inability, but simply that her skills were not unmatched.

Wu Feng had his own strengths, but among his disciples, Ling Feng stood out. Ling Feng’s cultivation focused on recovery, and what he learned were techniques for combat among practitioners.

For some unknown reason, as he fell, his head inexplicably pointed downward, and no matter how he tried, he could not adjust his posture.

Now, Chef Qu, Mo Zhao, Aunt Lin, Chu Yang, and Qi Yu—all those capable of moving—had arrived.

If its magnitude were to shift to that of light, its speed would become infinite; it could roam the vast universe at will.

From the boss’s expression, there was no sign of urgency. He had made enough money in the aviation business over the years; if business faltered, he could simply tidy things up and retire comfortably.

As her aunt’s words faded, Shen Yu did not answer but turned her head aside, and the air gradually grew quiet.

The one who had been clamoring to keep fighting Jiang Ning was now clutching his jaw, sitting on the ground, eyes wide in shock—clearly stunned by the blow.

“I’ll go for a checkup, but do you want to come with me? I know giving birth took a toll on your body, and if you don’t get examined, could there be lasting issues?” Bai Xuzhen took a deep breath, forced a smile, and came to sit opposite his wife, watching her eat late at night, puzzled but not overly concerned.

When that sinister voice echoed, the three monks in the hall and Meng Lang, who sat on the threshold playing with a cat, all heard it.

Anyway, Aunt Zhao’s second venture is in the internet industry, not like her previous work in manufacturing where she couldn’t step away.

Within it lies more space—perhaps, in a relic just a few yards wide, it could be larger than a football field.

Except for the two of them and Ling Dongyuan, no one else qualified to confront Jiang Nuzhou head-on. Ling Dongyuan was too far away to react, so only the pair approached without hesitation.

“Oh right, I’ll find time to treat you to a meal,” Jin Xu didn’t dare say more, for she saw Jin Mei had regained her brisk demeanor, looking at her through the window.

Seeing Fu Changqing’s ambition, the scout team’s visitor smiled, said nothing more, and led his team away.

As he let out a miserable cry, he flipped over like a pot lid tossed aside, landing with a thud.

Jiang Yanxi realized what she had just done, feeling deeply remorseful—especially toward the three boxers, who had nearly become victims of her fists.

Is this even human? To defeat steel with mere flesh and blood? What sort of monster is this Giant Unmatched? Lei Shuo drew a sharp breath, shook his numb hands, and leaned on his colossal sword to stand slowly.

“Heaven and earth in unison” is a concept only a celestial emperor can comprehend, and even then, it’s exceptionally difficult; not something one attains at will, perhaps impossible even in a lifetime.

Miyahiko couldn’t be bothered with that place; Genryūsai Yamamoto had long ceased to draw his attention.

Mu Yizi’s green venomous python struggled briefly in the gale, but soon, together with the triple slash, it vanished without a trace.

These fine threads seemed dim and inconspicuous, but when Lu Qingyu casually tugged them, he found them unusually tough, faintly imbued with traces of magical formations, though not very obvious.

You must have come up with another scheme to torment me. Xiang Lai found it odd—what was it about him that attracted Blackface, who went to such lengths to train him?

“No…”—It’s fine! Gong Shiqin wanted to say that it was enough to know each other now, but before she could finish, Di Baobao interrupted her.

“You will all accompany me in death; none of you will survive…” The Yin-Yang Patriarch howled at the sky, but before he could finish, Ye Yu smashed him into a pile of mud.

“It’s the dark elves, in the underground world.” Adela shot Yan Fei a sultry glance.

The spell at the tip of the gray-robed mage’s staff was nearly complete; as soon as he pointed the glowing orb upward, the large-scale spell would unleash its power within minutes. Even now, the archmage dared not act rashly, for a spell gone awry would be even more terrifying.

With Sang Sang gone, Li Xiaoyao had nothing holding him back; he stepped forward, reached out, and drew Nolan into his embrace.

With slap, squeeze, pinch, and chest compression—bah, cardiac resuscitation. Xu Zheng’s complexion grew increasingly ashen; Morning Light’s aura was becoming ever more unstable, giving him the feeling she could die at any moment.

Even so, “Stone Weaver” remained a lane-dominating hero, with a particularly high win rate.

“You should know why I came to find you.” Xu Zheng, unafraid of Hu Qi poisoning his tea, took a gentle sip.

Su Ze was especially fond of the “Monkey” hero—not only could he play top, mid, and jungle, but many even used him for bot lane, making him extremely formidable.

Li Xiaoyao quickly withdrew his arm, and in his clenched hand, he held a blood-soaked piece of intestine.

Originally, this judge and several others had jointly agreed to nominate Ou Jun as Best Actor—a decision made in advance. How did it suddenly become Xing Ke?