Volume 1, Chapter 60: Yunnan Baiyao, Amoxicillin!

Outside the North Gate.

More than ten thousand prisoners of war stood on one side, stripped of all their armor and weapons. The Human Butcher Legion surrounded the perimeter, radiating an aura of stern slaughter that kept the captives from daring to harbor the slightest thought of resistance.

Led by Meng Jun, nearly twenty thousand wounded soldiers arrived outside the North Gate.

Just as they hesitated and pondered how to refute, the person in question spoke coldly.

Let us leave the story of Xu Hang and the others here for now; it is time for the male protagonist to make his entrance. That day, Mu Xuan returned home with a defeated expression, as it seemed more and more people were leaving their company.

"It is nothing. You will understand in the future," Qi Yuchen chuckled, wearing an air of nonchalance and easygoing charm.

Yin Ruoyu's willful and arrogant temperament could not be allowed to continue unchecked. If things went on this way, she could rely on her family for backing now, but what would she do once she was married off?

"Hah, looks like someone is getting anxious after all?" Luo Qi had never failed in the art of tongue-lashing.

As for what exactly Dong Jie said, we have no way of knowing. However, Xu Hang mentioned later that no other company ever came to talk about a buyout. I truly have no idea what methods Brother Jie used to actually force those companies to abandon their acquisition plans.

Naturally, a complete pair of wings borrows a much more immense power, while the deficiency on the other side caused Lin Mochen to lose his balance.

I can still never forget the expressions on Xu Hang and the others' faces back then. In the end, after another vote, Xu Hang and Yingying were elected by a landslide.

Xiao Bodong did not feel overly confident about this matter, and was more afraid that Yin Shenzhou would simply let the issue fade away unresolved.

One side blamed Yin Yunshuang for being cold and ruthless—not only refusing to help the person, but even delivering a kick while they were down.

"Hello, President Lin!" Leng Qing was the elder sister figure of this household. Since Lin Jiaru was greeting their group, she had to be the first to return the courtesy.

"This is..." Watching the all-encompassing elemental wind whipping through the air, Chen Xing suddenly thought of the Winged Tribe, wondering if they had already returned to the Misty Canyon.

Those skeletal remains clearly belonged to grave robbers. While attempting to force open the tomb gate, they had triggered a lethal mechanism and perished outside the entrance. The unluckiest one was caught right in the crack of the door; just a fraction away from getting inside, yet ultimately unable to escape the fate of death.

It felt as though an entire century had passed before Chen Xing finally tore himself away from Fangfang's lips, filled with lingering reluctance.

Luo Zhiyuan hurried into the assembly hall, his expression calm and his stride steady. Along the way, some county-level officials who recognized and were familiar with him either stood up to shake hands and exchange pleasantries, or greeted him from their seats.

If not for sharing the Gu surname, if not for her father's repeated and earnest injunctions, and if not for the fact that the right timing she had been waiting for had yet to arrive, would she have tolerated Qing'er acting so insolently in front of her?

The three of them engaged him in a melee, leaving him no opportunity to fight at close quarters or display martial arts. The advantage of acupoint-striking was lost and rendered useless, nor could the raging wind saber technique grant him the initiative to subdue the enemy and claim victory.

It was those very eyes. In the past, whenever she looked at him, they were always filled with terror and panic. But looking at them now, they were as calm and placid as undisturbed water.

When she was basking in the height of fame and glory, he was like this; when she was trampled underfoot by others, he was still like this—neither close nor distant, neither intimate nor estranged.

Instead, his gaze was drawn to the seven pieces of magnetite arranged by Sima Qingzhou, and a sudden thought flashed through the Guardian's mind.

Seeing this, the smile at the corners of Nordland's mouth widened even further. He drew the Annihilation Blade from his back, pointing it diagonally at the ground as wave after wave of dragon roars echoed endlessly.

"Was I pretty before?" Pei Shiyin looked at him, asking timidly. At this very moment, she had completely lost all confidence in herself.

The soul of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors was already possessed by the Eternal Grail, just as he himself was an artifact, and the souls of Mei Huang and the others already belonged to him. Even if he were to kill the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, he would still be unable to reclaim its soul, unless he killed the Eternal Grail once more.