Volume 1, Chapter 51: Heavenly Artisan
Chu Ge said in a deep voice, "You both should get some good rest. Once I deal with the people hunting you down, just come follow me from now on." He intended to seize this golden opportunity to bring the brother and sister under his wing once and for all.
Tang Aofeng and Tang Xiyue were slightly stunned.
Chu Ge didn't even bother to ask about the enemy's strength or how many of them there were.
Hao Xin took it and looked, realizing it was an identification card for a member of the Special Affairs Bureau, complete with a military rank—a major. Although it was likely just an honorary rank, she joked, "Does this mean if I hadn't brought a gift, I wouldn't have gotten this?"
After landing on the planet, Meng Fan stretched his body and simultaneously sensed the specific conditions of this world. The planet had an atmosphere, the oxygen content met the standard, and the air contained faint energy molecules. This planet belonged to the category of active energy worlds, and the highest life forms capable of ruling such a planet certainly possessed considerable energy strength.
On the Abyssal interface, the strength of the Undertaker form remained unchanged at the sixth stage of binding the Seven Souls—the binding of the Corpse Dog—yet Yusheng felt that he could now maintain the Undertaker form for up to ten hours.
Yusheng, who was in his room familiarizing himself with his power, heard the commotion from the inn and frowned. Just as he was about to go out to check on the situation, two dark green vines covered in dense, barbed thorns suddenly burst out from beneath his feet, binding his legs, while two more vines grew out from the wall to tie up his hands.
Hao Xin had left behind quite a few useful memories for Tian Meng, including the development of agriculture, industry, and environmental protection. Moreover, the foundation was already so solid that Tian Meng was able to follow the footsteps of the Southwest Army in building up the nation.
"My situation is different from theirs. To them, you are a mortal enemy, but to most of us in the Nine Nether Realm, you are a salvation." Soul Devourer spoke these words without a moment's hesitation.
After sending Stan into the Three Kingdoms world, Meng Fan waited for a long time. When no more lives entered the wormhole, Meng Fan finally shut it down.
"Of course we're going. Call Sister Daiyu, and we'll all go together," Xichun nodded. Although she was somewhat aloof, she was not lacking in worldly sophistication, after all, coming as she did from the Jia Mansion.
"Fine, I'll give you one more." Gu Yuwei used an object to block the view as she pulled a book on formation diagrams out of her spatial dimension. She simply refused to believe that he could finish reading this in just a moment.
Having obtained one million in chips, Chen Yi persisted in his own choice, feeling that this fellow Hong Xin was unreliable, and wagered the entire million on the Tyrannosaurus.
Chen Yi had not the slightest understanding of official circles. After listening to what Ning Shuangshuang said, it really did seem to be the case. Wanting to secure an official position in Tianjing was no easy task; no matter how well one performed, without some backing and background, getting anywhere was impossible.
Zhao Qiang forcefully suppressed the panic in his heart, raised his lowered head, and bravely met Su Lei's gaze. His eyes were clear and bright, and beneath the thick sorrow, they carried a profound grief and desolation.
It was uncertain whether Wang Zhaohui at this moment felt a lack of complete trust in Bian Bi'an, or if he had already utterly given up hope regarding the reins of invincibility.
The only thing that deeply saddened Swain was that several of his good friends had also joined that battle, yet none of them survived. They became food in the mouth of Baron Nashor, dying in a most tragic manner.
The children's meals were specially prepared separately, being somewhat better than what everyone else ate. At least each child had an egg and a cup of soy milk every day—a privilege the adults did not share. Yet no one complained, and the children knew how to show gratitude, bowing respectfully whenever they saw Zhang San walk by.
Yan Qing frowned slightly, fearing that the sound of the music might affect Lingxiang on the stage, who possessed no martial arts. He actually went so far as to infuse his own internal energy into the flute notes, purely to neutralize the impact of the zither music on others.