Volume 1, Chapter 47: Scared Out of His Wits

Xia Qianqian was still fast asleep when she suddenly felt a jolting motion that made her stomach churn uncomfortably.

Frowning with her delicate little brows, she finally couldn't hold it in any longer and spat out a large mouthful of milk.

In a daze, she heard a voice filled with disgust, "So filthy!"

How could Luo Qinghan withstand her teasing any longer? Without another word, he turned the tables on her, pulled her into his embrace, and thrust his tongue into her sweet mouth, conquering her territory.

Maizi glanced at her watch; it was already eight-twenty-five. Good thing she hadn't missed this elevator, or she would have been late.

"This method is viable. Strong as Li Yunmu may be, his subordinates can hardly be considered top-tier powerhouses yet!" The God of War also nodded approvingly.

Xia He was likewise unprepared. Troops could not possibly be spared from the Goblin World; keeping the current situation stable required all available manpower, and if the expeditionary army wished to expand, they would still have to draw forces from the main world.

"This general, Xue Rengui, pays his respects to the Great Emperor of Han. If there was any offense given previously, I earnestly beg the Great Emperor to forgive me." Among the martial generals in the sky, one also wielded a halberd. Seeing Liu Xie emerge, he lowered his cloud and bowed slightly toward him.

The entire class seemed to be enveloped in a strange atmosphere. While An Ruo's gaze was fixed on the blackboard, she would occasionally still find herself paying attention to those stares. Nearly all of them carried the exact same expression—didn't that feel rather bizarre? Everyone looking so uniform.

Kneeling in the grand hall were none other than Zhao Ming and Lei Liang. At this moment, neither dared to draw a heavy breath, trembling like cicadas in winter.

"Nalan Heng, I want to go back." Xiao Yuyin put down the chopsticks in her hand, staring at the bowl in front of her and the chicken meat inside whose original appearance was no longer recognizable.

Both athletes from the Yongfu Army were participating in the Olympic Games for the first time, so it was understandable if their composure wavered under the pressure. He only hoped that the two of them could perform at their normal level in the finals.

Lu Ling shifted his gaze back to An Ruo and asked earnestly, "Perhaps this time is a bit late for humans, but of course, I don't mind at all."

However, all of this depended on how the situation developed; whether it could proceed according to Tu Ming's vision remained to be seen.

The matter of building the city was placed on the agenda. After careful consideration and observation, Ye Yang decided to appoint Gongsun Shu as the city lord, with the other three assisting him, and none of them had any objections.

As soon as they stepped outside this Dark Divine Palace, explosive roars immediately shattered the silence. Waves of retributive and judgmental aura erupted, forming torrents of boundless energy that slammed fiercely toward Chen Xiao.

Seeing the unyielding determination in Su Mu's eyes, the old man released his grip. Su Mu nodded at the old man, turned around, and resolutely walked back toward the place they had just fled from. His lean figure appeared incomparably solitary yet utterly steadfast across this plain.

Climbing down to the bottom of the cliff without delay, he walked straight ahead along the path. Walking deep within the ravine, sandwiched between the towering rock faces, felt intensely oppressive. After walking a short distance, the cliff walls began to diverge, and the end of the path opened up to a pool of emerald water. Looking ahead toward the water's edge, a light shone not far away, filtering through a narrow fissure in the rock.

Lu Shanming did not speak to disturb her further, simply gazing infatuatedly at Hai Dongqing as she ate. A deep sense of emotion stirred within him—how had he never noticed before how lovely she looked while eating?

Just as You Ma finished speaking, a burst of inexplicable, cold laughter echoed from the thickets. Not only You Ma, but the several five-tailed zero-beasts before him were exceptionally startled.

Yet a sorrow that could not be unknotted still lingered in the heart of the fair maiden, who preferred to sit alone in the pavilion, sipping cup after bitter cup of wine.

"It seems your intentions are already quite clear!" The purple-robed man slowly raised his fair hands and grasped the jade flute clipped to his belt.

"Bang!" "Whoosh!" Lin Yun kicked the end of the Nieyuan spear, sending the force-bearing weapon shooting forward like a cannonball. The moment it surged violently away, the tail of the spear whipped up a terrifying gale of wind, wildly lashing and whipping the grass on the ground.