Chapter Ninety-Three: A New Character Appears in the Comic (Bonus Update in Appreciation)

At this point, Tang Lang could do nothing but board the vehicle without further ceremony, taking a seat in the very last row. He had never seen these people before, but could vaguely make out that the ones in trench coats were all Caucasians, not men of Huaxia with yellow skin and black eyes.

With this in mind, Fang Tianxing looked at the backs of his two elders, his thoughts in a whirl. Suddenly, he felt a series of burning gazes upon his own back. Startled, he probed a little and was inwardly delighted by what he discovered.

At the same time, Fan Binbin had already sought out Wang Zhonglei, voluntarily submitting a request for leave. Wang Zhonglei, as expected, was taken aback.

When Qin Lei went to America, it happened to be right when Tang Feng had just started his career. So Qin Lei was not as familiar with Tang Feng's status in China as a native would have been.

As the words faded, Wu Hongyan emerged with a beaming smile. She had changed into a new, well-fitted outfit, looking clean and spirited, utterly charming, with no trace of frailty about her.

For the same audience ratings, a variety show would surely generate more profit than a television drama could ever hope to yield.

Under the force of that avalanche, the ghostly bubble, like Katsuya Ichiro losing his mind, darted and streaked madly about the pentagram formation of the Five Shadows Marionette Array.

The Red Dragon, Hannibal, seemed to hold no reverence for the gods. After offering Lu Bai a salute that was clearly forced, its attention swiftly shifted to Lu Bai’s attendants.

Speaking, Lu Bai handed the Ghost Leather Armor—which he’d been unable to use ever since it was appraised by Jiasai—to the old steward, whose brow was beaded with sweat.

Hearing Uncle Feng speak thus, Ye Feng nodded and approached Uncle Qiu, politely addressing him.

No sooner had Long Chen stepped inside than he noticed the previously empty great hall was now crowded with people, with many more stretching their necks at the doorway, peering in.

Zhao Ming and Tian Li checked the surveillance footage at the back entrance, each using a separate computer, but still unable to match Han Bin’s speed.

I was startled, my heart pounding in the darkness as if someone were beating a drum inside my chest, thumping so hard I thought it might burst, yet I dared not utter a word.

Yang Yu frowned. A director by nature, he was proud and solitary, always harboring the illusion that he alone ruled the world.

To make matters worse, Tian Ling, in lifting her leg too high and with too much force, found her leg caught atop the bicycle’s crossbar—neither able to mount nor dismount, and every attempt to move tugging painfully at her thighs.

Long Chen smiled faintly but did not explain. With a wave of his hand, over a dozen warriors at the Sky Martial stage broke ranks and stood behind him.

A dull boom echoed through the sky as the air before his fist was forcibly compressed until it exploded into a vacuum.

Fu Nanqi pressed his lips together, unable to tell if what he felt was sweetness or something else entirely. He wanted to ask which was more important—dessert or himself—but feared bringing humiliation upon himself, so he decided to stew in his frustration and settle accounts that night.

Kel'Thuzad was not particularly enthusiastic about the position, but neither would he refuse it. For him, it was a chance to openly study necromancy and gather like-minded mages to advance the craft and seek the eternal truth.

With no further hindrance, the two truly began to drink in earnest. In the hall, aside from the crisp clink of glasses, only the sound of the two gulping down liquor could be heard.

Amidst the blaze, yet another man attempting to escape was burned alive, his piteous screams making Zhou Qingman stutter and her breathing labored, her chest heaving.

It was after receiving such a call that Principal Qian, upon hearing Yang Yuxian had been brought back by Ye Zetao, hurried over without delay.

Whiz! Just as Jiang Feng felled a fire lion and bent to gather his spoils, the hiss of an arrow slicing through the air came from behind. Jiang Feng rolled instinctively, dodging the arrow and looking back. Ding! You have been attacked by player Hunter King. Self-defense period: 15 minutes.

What Lu Tianyu said was no mere jest. Though the food was indeed delicious, for the queen, it might truly be beneath her notice.

He Xuesheng’s announcement in Quyang City was nothing more than a formality, the whole procedure strictly by the book, with nothing out of the ordinary—except that this time, two young deputy mayors had been appointed at once, which was a major event for the city’s officials.

Phoenix nodded, raised her nose in the air, and sat beside Lu Tianyu on the dragon couch, their shoulders touching. In truth, this was not the first such report, but every time, Phoenix felt a bit tense.

This highlighted the difference between her and Leilu. Leilu would simply slaughter her way through, aimless and relentless, until the enemy’s morale collapsed and they scattered like stray dogs. Most would fall beneath Leilu’s halberd, but a few lucky ones always managed to slip away.

“What happened?” Jiang Feng asked as he walked out of the hall, seeing several members of Mad War surrounded. He squeezed in and questioned Mad War, who shrugged and recounted what had happened.

Youyi’s light-footed skills were already at a transcendent level; in just a few moments, the two had arrived at the tavern.

Finally, as the vehicle began to move, huddled tightly in a corner of the seat, I could not help but lean against the window, gazing out at the place I had lived—a place that had given me an even deeper share of suffering.

After marrying Kang Yue, Huo Changqing lived in perfect harmony with her, never taking concubines, and even dismissing the women he’d kept before marriage. For a time, their virtue was the talk of the capital, though for many years, they remained childless.

Jiang Ruannan hesitated, debating whether to try her luck by slipping someone a little money at the back door, wondering if she could get the letter of introduction without the proper referral.

“Emotionally blank? You seem to know him quite well for someone who claims not to,” Prince Qing said sharply.

“Young master means to plant the seedlings in this ditch,” Long Wu instantly grasped his intention.

On top of that, she’d been single her whole previous life; now, faced with a man so handsome it made her doubt reality, she found herself utterly defenseless.