Chapter 44: "Sharing" the Soul Power Vortex

Having eaten and drunk their fill, Tyrone and the other four dragged their exhausted bodies back to their newly built dormitory.

Pushing open the door, a rolling wave of thick steam met their eyes, and a single breath clearly revealed the rich fragrance of medicinal herbs infused within it.

This had been purchased by Jiang Beibei using her allowance and the money she had extorted from Yeyou.

Although the effects might not be sufficient to enhance their cultivation realms, it was already more than enough to soothe their nerves and relieve their fatigue.

"Right now is the prime opportunity for cultivation, seize—"

I smiled and took aim at Malzahar, preparing to pull the trigger in my hand, but in the very next second, as my gunshot rang out, a golden wave of wheat swept across Malz's body, and the kill that had belonged to me just a moment ago now had nothing to do with me whatsoever.

"You've already drunk from this?" Ye Qing brought it to his lips, noticing a faint lipstick print on the rim as if the beauty's lingering fragrance remained, and asked with a playful smile.

"What you're saying makes some sense. In that case, how do you think we should handle this best?" Cui Long frowned slightly.

The Xiyang stone on the ground was still burning desperately, its fiery glow leaping continuously like a dancing sprite.

This was a conclusion he reached after becoming the Nazi Minister of Propaganda, intensifying his research on the media, and observing society.

Everyone immediately crowded around with great excitement, yet those with sharp eyes caught the expression on Ye Qing's face and felt their hearts sink involuntarily, thinking to themselves that surely the research hadn't failed, had it?

Luo Yichen felt her forehead; it was still burning fiercely. The doctor had mentioned earlier during the checkup: Shangqi's fever was caused by physical weakness coupled with catching a cold. Furthermore, because she was pregnant, medication was out of the question, so they could only rely on physical cooling methods while supplementing her with nourishing tonics to warm and mend her body.

Thinking of this, Shi Jinjin couldn't help but sigh again. Previous directors were all eager to produce political achievements immediately in order to climb higher, but this director of theirs didn't care about achievements at all, sometimes making him anxious on his behalf.

With that, the leading man dealt a solid punch right into the bald principal's face, instantly shattering the principal's glasses into pieces as a stream of nosebleed sprayed out along with the blow.

Qin Ting gazed into his eyes, a certain spot in her heart throbbing uncontrollably. He Liyue slowly lowered his head and captured the soft, alluring lips he had longed for—tender and tempting.

"Isn't the Emperor dining at Noble Consort Yue's quarters?" Empress Xiao asked as if she hadn't noticed his less-than-pleasant expression.

His current status actually surpassed that of a demigod, yet it still fell slightly short of a true god. He could barely be considered a lesser deity. However, this was based on the standards of the multiverse. In universes like Marvel, both Loki and Thor were beings of true god caliber, while Odin was at the All-Father level.

He directly had people sent to dig for coal and develop the northern frontiers, acquiring vast expanses of land even greater than the north itself, and precisely because of this, he ultimately failed.

After breaking the record, Buffon completely let go of the lingering pressure. At this moment, he was utterly single-minded; as long as he pushed himself for just one more minute, he could extend this record by yet another minute.

He tapped on the smart door lock app on his phone, his finger hesitating back and forth over the screen, but in the end, he still didn't change the passcode.

Especially given this mission world—since Zhou Yang had previously stated he did not plan to bring Jill along, her heartstrings remained tightly wound.

She had originally intended to probe her husband to test his level of suspicion, but the man was simply not on the same wavelength as her. In fact, up to this point, Henry Allen remained the prime suspect—at least according to the suspicions of A.R.G.U.S., though the police had already cleared him of wrongdoing.

If other people's lives were filled with ups and downs, then Xie Yueyue's life was a continuous saga of down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down.

"Is there a problem?" Su Yuan stood up, looking at the three dumbfounded individuals. All three of them shook their heads in unison.

At the 1990 Italy World Cup, the Italian national team also delivered a brilliant performance; at the 1994 US World Cup, the Italian squad fought their way to the final, only to fall short at the penalty spot, where the lonely figure of the Prince of Rome became the most profound memory of that tournament.