34 Are you not going to the shelter?

Guo Zhiyuan stood among the crowd, feeling a sense of disdain for his younger sister and wishing he didn't have to acknowledge her. Yet, she was indeed his own flesh and blood, the closest kin he had left in this world. Resigned to his fate, he stepped forward and turned her over.

"Mmmph!"

Guo Jingyi’s nose had been smashed askew, and a prosthetic implant had popped out.

"Eww! That woman had plastic surgery! And she didn't even get it done well—how did she end up looking so ugly?" The survivors began to gossip.

"Die! Just die!" Chiba Lian shook Shen Feng’s neck frantically. Shen Feng, however, had already recovered, watching him with a playful smile. Chiba Lian was too agitated to notice the change.

Those watching the screens could hardly believe their eyes, and even those present, despite seeing it with their own eyes, could not shake their astonishment.

After a short while, Sanbao began to grasp the giant’s characteristics: its defense was incredibly formidable, its attacks were slightly sluggish, and its movement was relatively slow.

"Senior brother! What should we do?" Although Arc Star’s voice was soft, Shen Feng, whose spiritual sense enveloped the entire area, heard it clearly. Using his spiritual sense to vibrate the air, he sent a direct reply to her ear.

Turning around and slinging his heavy sword onto his back, Simon walked toward the impassive Smoker.

"Report! My Lord, General Li and his personal guard have charged into the Lightning Array!" "What?" I finally understood. Everything Sima Yi said about letting us study his formation before breaking it was a lie. In truth, he was using Li Xiong as bait, forcing me to rush into the formation unprepared.

I fumed for the entire afternoon. Even while Murong Shanshan was busy killing people and teasing me, her score remained higher than mine. There is truly no justice in this world.

Facing the soft sunlight, a cold glint slowly emerged in Simon’s pitch-black eyes, and he muttered to himself unconsciously.

...

For a time, I felt utterly dejected. Not long after, Binglan returned, carrying a dead wild rabbit.

The golden thread on the left, which had been bound to represent the past, suddenly burst, branching out into countless strands.

Amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd, Qi Shaobai pushed back his chair and walked down the aisle to the podium to collect his report card.

However, the clothes worn by these middle-aged women were very modern, suitable for guest-starring as investigators on the neighboring Cthulhu set.

The group set off again. Having dealt with the men from the two great clans, Nie Yang felt refreshed and led his people along the mountain range.

"Damn it! We're in big trouble!" Nie Yang’s scalp went numb; he never expected this sense of crisis to come from this thing.

Only then did Wang Zhong look down at the road wheels. Sure enough, they had those circular white rims; marching in formation would certainly look imposing.

However, after reaching adulthood, they had begun searching for their foster father in private. They had only just found him over a month ago, never expecting Su Jiao’er to come knocking.

The demon race were warmongers. Without another word, the three foolish kings—the three Demon Kings—summoned their weapons.

Chu Xuan stared at the man she had once loved with all her heart. Now, only endless disappointment remained, and she used all her strength to shake off his hand.

Yun Chu nodded and followed the attendant, clearly feeling the many eyes upon her from both sides of the aisle as she left.

Ye Zhiqiou felt bored; he tossed aside his long spear and continued to channel his Chi-Origin Sword, firing wildly in all directions.

"Number Two, you're here. Did you bring the item?!" Hearing the commotion, Lin Wei stood up from Sheng Junyun’s embrace and walked toward Number Two at the doorway.

During the last great battle against the hundred ghosts of Dongying, they encountered the chaos of the Infinite. White Impermanence was killed on the spot, leaving Black Impermanence sobbing uncontrollably in agony.

Even An Yan, who usually managed her expressions perfectly, had a face filled with resentment and jealousy.

...

Presumably, this old man suffered from senility, which explained his eccentric behavior. Ye Zhiqiou didn't take it to heart.

Little did he know, while Leng Yan was in the thick of his summoning, colorful rays of light were occasionally piercing into the outer periphery of the Black Bear Immortal Realm.

If she hadn't had her own intelligence channels, she might have actually been deceived by his expression. But as a descendant of the Profound Gate, even if she didn't ask, there were always people reporting such information to her.

"The Abbess is right, but I'm not here to burn incense; I'm just inquiring about Ciyun Nunnery..." Ye Zhiqiou felt exasperated. I'm just asking for directions, is there any need to beat around the bush?

Unfortunately, his martial arts had already set; the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art had seeped into his marrow and soul, becoming inextricably linked to his lifespan. He couldn't abandon the art even if he wanted to.

At midfield, the sunset glow pierced through the ball before Kai-Ze knocked him down, dragging Sabitzer down behind him as well; it was a scene of chaos and upheaval. Down the flank, Follenbach accelerated repeatedly with the ball, driving both teams to sprint toward the Leipzig backfield.

At this moment, Chen Feng had over two hundred cultivation points, enough to exchange for two formations. They weren't of much use kept in storage, and now was the time to put them to work.

The previous attack by Pain had also affected this area, and some of the unlucky shops were being rebuilt.

The heavy axe in his hand slashed out continuously with tyrannical force. Everyone who encountered his axe died in a single strike, unable to offer the slightest resistance.

The two were sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee slowly. Zhang Shujie and Li Mu sat opposite them, flipping through newspapers. The content stated that An Rong believed the Olympic team had the potential to enter the London Olympics, but also pointed out that it was impossible with the current team; more outstanding players had to be selected.

Watching the King of Guns depart, Zhang Yiming did not lower his guard. He shielded Liu Xiaoxi with his body, watching his surroundings vigilantly. It was unclear how much time passed before he finally relaxed.

Now that the enemy's reinforcements had not yet arrived, Chen Feng, Lu Daoling, and the others would certainly be able to handle the man in the vest.

Debris splattered as several thick wooden splinters pierced mercilessly into Old Ma’s backside. The intense pain drove Old Ma into a frenzy; he let out a pained shriek, broke free from the skinny old man's grip, and galloped into the distance.