Eating fine fodder.

These subordinates were quite capable; apart from always exceeding their annual budgets, they never caused Chu Feng any real trouble. As for the extra spending, Chu Feng assumed they were pocketing the difference. Adopting the philosophy that "water clear of fish yields no catch," he chose to turn a blind eye.

Each longsword was incredibly sharp and imposing. Even Master Liu could sense the keen edge contained within; they were indeed authentic, high-quality Grade 2 rune-array weapons.

However, Wang Dong could tell that this was clearly a warning to him that others would be arriving soon.

"No, that's impossible. She must have left the city," Shangguan Honglie retorted flatly. His muddled mind was filled with her look of disgust and her mocking smile.

"If you spare me today, I will surely take your dog life another day..." Ye Kun spat out a mouthful of blood and said coldly.

Shan Qinqin gritted her teeth in hatred: "The first-place votes are terrifyingly high; it looks fake no matter how I see it. Mom, can you find someone on the inside to ask if her votes were rigged?"

One was a Phantom Spirit Fox with beautiful, snowy white fur, and the other was a Blazing Wolf with a body as red as fire. Although the Blazing Wolf’s aura was slightly stronger, the Phantom Spirit Fox held the upper hand in their skirmish.

The Su family’s shares had always remained intact, with not a single portion leaked out, yet Mu Jinyan had requested three percent in his very first sentence.

He began the draw as usual. Wang Mang had now discovered that the system’s lottery seemed to follow a certain pattern, but it largely depended on the system’s mood. Whatever he truly wanted, he would absolutely never get.

Having grasped half of the true essence of shadow, Liu Qing used his Ghost Steps with greater ease. Enhanced by the shadow essence, his steps became even more stealthy, and his movements more elusive and unpredictable.

Consequently, Xiang Yang found himself in a place where heaven turned a deaf ear and the earth ignored his pleas. Facing impending despair, he let out a loud cry.

The one called Sola hugged the neck of his flying beast and flew back. They were trained scouts who patrolled the skies every day.

Glancing at the time on his phone screen, Yu Ming tapped his head. Sigh, he had completely forgotten that the winners of the Film Critics Award were being announced today.

Fang Zhen believed that everyone had greed; even if Iverumo was a Soviet Air Force Major General, he would be no exception.

Being used as a human shield left Ye Feng feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Things like this were sprung on him without any discussion—wasn't this just inviting unnecessary trouble?

The Devourers were one of the three primitive biological weapons created by the aliens that had mutated from terror beasts.

After entering the office, Li Tianhao looked around and found that the interior was decorated with new materials. The floor was made of crystal tiles, reflecting his own image.

Then, what kind of existence could have spoken those words? Could it be the legendary Sovereign?

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the two remaining middle-stage Qingwu Realm martial artists from the Jiangnan region, for they knew the final spot would almost certainly be decided between these two.

With just those few brief words, the conversation ended, and his attitude could hardly be called enthusiastic. Director Shan’s eyebrows shot up—what was wrong with this disciple? Why was he becoming increasingly difficult?

"While Chu Tian hasn't returned yet, the mage corps will continue the bombardment. Candle Dragon, take the front; healers, focus on protecting the mages. Shouyi and Potian, stay in the middle. Chimei, find the right moment to detonate," Feng Busuan instructed methodically.

Lin Yang fought while retreating. When he was backed against the mountain wall surrounding the quarry, the General of Defending the Nation sword in his hand carved a long, sharp mark into the stone.

He suddenly realized that the greatest benefit of Feng Busuan’s grouping method wasn't just the formation of a mage corps, but that it made command much simpler.

Gu Nianjia hadn't noticed that Lin Yiqian had stopped looking at the photos. Flipping to the end, she forgot she was showing them to Lin Yiqian and began admiring them one by one herself.

The things he wanted were either offered to him voluntarily or taken by force; he had never begged before. This time, to help Feng Xueqin, he... sacrificed his own principles.

Seeing that he had finally left, Yan Shikuang laughed incessantly among the others. After all, if one could see through this situation clearly, that would be enough. Even if things continued this way, that was all she could say.

Christina fell into a deep sleep. Thinking that everything was within a controllable range, I closed my eyes in relief. After a night of tossing and turning, I was truly exhausted and soon drifted into a dream.

"Please guess the card." That nightmarish voice sounded once more, making his heart palpitate and his breathing hitch.

He could not bear to let this brat slip through his fingers again, leaving him with nothing but a defiant back.

His name was the "King of Weddell." Though small in stature, he was a Level 4 boss-class monster. As the quest initiator, Zhao Tianhe was the only player in the entire game to possess a boss-class special magic pet.

He knew very well in his heart that although he held the title of "adopted son," his true status was merely a pawn to be discarded at any moment.

Even though she knew clearly that even if Shi Nian didn't get the game endorsement or act in the movie, those things might not necessarily fall into her hands, she was still jealous.

If she came to his house to watch TV, it meant that Empress Dowager Shen and the Retired Emperor would also be home.

Murong Yun thought to himself and retreated a few steps, planning to withdraw first. After all, under the current circumstances, it was better to prioritize his own safety.

But if he truly allied with one king, the other would certainly not spare him. The Kings of Ning and Yan were evenly matched; once war broke out, he, the King of Wu who lacked troops and horses, would become cannon fodder.

Ling Zhen, the man in the green robe, grew spirited upon hearing this. He perked up his ears and leaned in closer.

"It would be easier for the opponent to crush me than to crush an ant. If I don't run, am I waiting to die? As long as the green mountains remain, one doesn't need to worry about firewood," Duan Ziyang said, his teeth grinding.

Beside the young nobleman, who was dressed in gold and jade with a white sword at his waist, stood a thin, elderly man in simple attire.

Sun Bin, who should have been actively providing support, saw the situation go south, dropped a skill, and turned to run.

When that ventriloquism echoed in my ear, I realized how important the painting I had found truly was.

Ever since she promised to finish the computer system within a week, Lin Weiwei had gone into seclusion. Her phone had run out of power and shut down automatically; apart from eating and sleeping, she spent her entire day building the system.