Volume 1, Chapter 43: Slow Roasting Over a Low Flame

Huo Runduo looked quite intrigued. "What shall we bet on?"

Qu Pan replied, "Let's bet on whose subordinates these soldiers are. The loser has to do a favor for the winner."

Chu Hanliang stoked the fire. "Runduo, you won't be able to guess it. You'd better not bet."

Huo Runduo didn't recognize Liu Zhen and felt somewhat provoked, but he stubbornly put up a bold front.

"What's so impossible to guess? Since these soldiers were sent to do this kind of shady work, their superior must be some minor, insignificant figure. Moreover, with a large number of refugees flooding into Lancheng nowadays, maintaining order alone consumes a vast amount of troops. There are only a few commanders who could spare men to send here. I'm guessing they are Regiment Commander Zhao's men."

With that, Huo Runduo looked at Liu Zhen with gleaming eyes.

Liu Zhen thought, can this matter even be bet on? He really is...

Yi Geng felt the veins on his temples throbbing wildly. Unable to control himself any longer, he slammed his palm down onto the table.

How could she bear to have them foot the bill just for some ethereal notion in her heart?

Feeling his way back to the camp in the dark, the Japanese team members were all still awake, resting against the boulders. Seeing him return, they stood up in unison.

"A-Sang, step aside, let your old man try!" Although Old Man Qiao still didn't understand why his girl had suddenly acquired such a younger brother, anyone she cared about was someone he had to save, no matter what, even if it cost him his very life.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not in a rush to have it. Just notify me when the shipment arrives," He Yanzhi said in a low voice.

Qin Zong said nothing, only holding Yan Tao's hand as they avoided the crisscrossing laser beams and walked deeper into the cosmos.

Because he rarely saw Mu Qiqi vomit in disgust at a corpse—even advanced decomposition didn't faze her—was she feeling unwell tonight? He reached out to feel Mu Qiqi's forehead.

Puffing gently on the foam at the surface of the tea, Old Zhang took a sip, shook his head, and sighed. "Such a fine young man, usually quite clever too. How could he be frightened out of his wits just like that? Alas."

Meanwhile, Feng Cai and Zhou Qing'er had already cleared away the table, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks, waiting just for Du Wan'er to store them into her spatial dimension.

Coupled with Long Yunmo's gloomy expression as if a small flame were burning in his eyes, it filled them with dread, leaving them only able to huddle together and shiver with fear.

This study abroad agency—though called an agency—actually consisted of only three employees and three bosses.

Since ancient times, China has placed an immense emphasis on the master-disciple tradition, with sayings like "Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, Parent, Teacher" and "A teacher for one day, a father for life," which shows just how crucial this bond is. Unlike modern society, where people have long since lost a sense of awe and respect for school teachers.

The unique sunshine of Brisbane drifted in gently. The blue sky and white clouds seemed so pristine they reached the limits of vision. Although it was past five in the afternoon, the sunlight here remained abundant.

Lin Bixiao instantly recalled everything Shen Jiaming had done, leaving her eyes cold to the core.

In the dark, she struggled to search for Wu Shuxue's figure, instinctively grabbing her hand tightly. Her hand was icy cold, and her body was trembling incessantly.

Prompted by Wu Yang, Claire suddenly realized that she was actually able to breathe and speak underwater.

The demon's hair was of a noble and mysterious purple, and his translucent, pale skin lacked even the slightest trace of illness. A pair of violet eyes, matching his hair, were cold, arrogant, and disdainful, carrying a hint of mocking contempt. His dark, arched brows above the purple eyes twitched slightly, filled with impatient haughtiness.

"So?" Lin Bixiao didn't miss the fleeting flash of surprise on Lin Bichi's face, a barely perceptible curve touching the corners of her lips.

Those collapsed buildings gradually reformed under the intertwining of countless lights and shadows. Although at this moment they were merely hollow shells, with the passage of time, they would inevitably take shape once again.

Under Wu Yang's unbridled invasion, Claire felt as though her very soul was being sucked away by him. How, how could this be?

The Emperor of the Clanking Empire and the Beast King of the Fierce Beast Empire were already as anxious as ants on a hot pan, hastily dispatching their respective leading generals to discuss countermeasures.

"How is it? Is Yan'er doing well?" As soon as Bai Yufei sat down, Nangong Wei asked impatiently.

Zhou Wanxin immediately recounted her own experiences. If this truly was the Kunming mountain range from Earth, she might perhaps be able to use it to locate the whereabouts of her master's sect.

"Shameless wretch, you have the courage to scheme in secret, but no guts to step out and fight fair," shouted the elder from the Heavenly Gate angrily.

This war might seem like a losing proposition on the surface, but under the wise and valiant leadership of the Great Chieftain, everyone had stubbornly weathered all kinds of grim reaper-like crises and carved out a path to survival against all odds.

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Xu Yaran agreed without a moment's hesitation. Tu Baobao was her best friend, and naturally, she would agree to any such request from her. Besides, she genuinely adored Yuyu and Yanyan; how could she possibly let the Nangong family take them away?

"Are you finished?" Gu Yi turned his head to look at Shen Xinran, his voice cold and completely devoid of warmth. Shen Xinran's heart instantly turned half cold. Standing at the foot of the building, she felt chilled to the bone. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Gu Yi would refuse her so decisively—so decisively that it defied all her expectations.

At this thought, Lin Hao held his breath, leveled his Blade of the Ruined King, and stared fixedly at the enemy on the left, who was farther away from Diya.

The recording ended completely right here; the tape stopped turning, and no more strange sounds were emitted. Mo Qin released his thumb from the play button, watching it gently spring up. The invisible, bizarre force from earlier dissipated as well, and the cave returned to peace.

Tu Baobao picked up her belongings, walked on tiptoe like a cat, and tried to slip away quietly without making the slightest sound. However, she had only taken two steps when she was called out by Yin Ziye's mother.

Knowing that as long as she diligently cultivated the Yin-Yang Art, she wouldn't have to die at thirty, Lin Hao became noticeably more cheerful and grew hopeful for the future. He kept operating the Yin-Yang Art in and out, thoroughly amused and playing with it to his heart's content.

Wang Lei's sword finger stabbed directly into Situ Huai's palm. Under the influence of true qi, it pierced right through Situ Huai's iron claws as if it were a genuine precious sword.

Dragons are born fighters and inherently love combat; even if their enemy is vastly superior, they will not harbor the slightest bit of cowardice.

She desperately tried to recall where she had ever seen this man before, but the harder she tried, the hazier her mind became. In the end, everyone's faces blurred and twisted together in her head, causing a dull throbbing pain in her skull.

Wang Meng slowly opened his eyes only to see that the man who had intended to deal with him just moments ago now had his entire arm dislocated.

After questioning by Captain Wu, Chairman Qian stopped in his tracks and looked at him.

Chasing Xiao Qingnian away, Wang Junhe took several deep breaths, lowered his head to take a look, and saw a prominent tent pitched in his trousers, leaving him instantly and tearfully frustrated.

"You!" Gao Tianyu was choked with frustration by Wang Lei's retort. He wanted to speak up and argue back, but ultimately held it in.

The fact that Ah Mei would discuss matters with her mother-in-law and even invite her to oversee the shop showed that there was mutual trust between the two of them.

"That depends on your performance. If you can be a bit more obedient, well-behaved, and satisfy me, perhaps when I'm in a good mood, I'll undo it for you," said Hanchen with a crooked smile.

"In other words, as long as we can harvest a few stalks of Southwind Grass and bring them back to plant in the Elf Realm, we can obtain a vast amount of antidote in a short period of time," Luotai said with shining eyes.