Chapter 46: That Dazzling Silver on the Horizon

Wang Chen was even more shocked, utterly unable to understand why Tang Li, having lived safely in Ancient Gauze City for so long, would call this return so perilous.

After calming down slightly, the contestants busied themselves. Some helped the young man tend to his wounds, while others began introducing themselves to one another. Although they were originally rivals, the previous ordeal instantly drew them closer.

Back in the dormitory, they shut the door, looked at each other, smiled, and regulated their breathing. It felt suspiciously like they had just just pulled off a heist on an armored cash truck.

Someone hurried to close the door, another rushed to shut the windows, and a few others set about extinguishing the fire from the arrows that had just pierced into the room.

He used a rather crude method, the kind very common in large supermarkets from his past life: setting up booths, offering free samples, and pushing sales.

Before the attack even landed, Wu Xi could already smell the approaching stench. It was corpse poison, and his expression instantly turned ugly.

The highest grade of spiritual veins in Kunlun was the superior grade. However, the top three finishers of past grand tournaments would be rewarded with top-tier special vein-fusion techniques. Once successful, they would basically possess supreme true veins, with effects no less inferior to cultivating directly inside a supreme-grade spiritual vein.

Responding casually, Matthew took the contract and flipped through it. Attorney Wilson had already called him, and the contract had been thoroughly reviewed.

"Rest assured, I have a way. Right now, we are going to cure the old master," Wu Xi said with a smile.

How could Song Qian dare to admit otherwise? There were strategy guides for playing video games, strategy guides for flirting with girls, and even strategy guides for taking someone's virginity, for goodness' sake.

Ananda, like these ten states of spiritual practice, without reaching dialectical heights, one falls midway into delirious and paranoid delusions.

However, as the only person currently present who had witnessed all of this, Marx's focus was not on such "superficial" matters.

Su Ruxue only informed Si Ruiyuan that she had arrived once she reached the ground floor of the Huairui building. Since Si Ruiyuan had practically finished handling his matters for the day, he did not stop her.

In truth, Lu Xijia did not believe anyone else would take a fancy to those few items of clothing, because the aesthetic was simply too mundane and dated, entirely unsuited to the style of the city folk.

Then, someone picked up a Swiss Army knife and pinned Qin Ruoyu's hands to the ground. She watched helplessly as the scissors were driven into the gaps between her fingers. With a single cut, her delicate fingers would be split in two, and she would no longer be perfect, never to be favored by any man again.

Even so, they still could not find Lu Xijia. For the very first time, Mu Yanzhen began to feel a sense of despair.

"Her younger brother? What younger brother?" Wu Nian asked subconsciously in astonishment. As soon as the words left her mouth, she wondered why she even cared about Lu Xijia's affairs anymore.

Assistant Lin quietly raised his head to observe Si Ruiyuan. Finding that he was not paying attention, she grabbed the keys on the desk and prepared to sneak away.

This question was somewhat absurd, yet it could still be answered. It could even be said to be the finest question specifically prepared for Monk Xuanshi.

If examined from a dialectical perspective, its obvious deduction proceeded from the subjective, placing consciousness as primary.

After such a prolonged and fierce battle, the effect of the Wind Binding had finally dissipated. At this moment, Chen Lin clung tightly to him, her fragrant lips kissing his face wildly.

"Mother... How did you fall so gravely ill? Xue Jin! Xue Jin!" Aruo's voice trembled with a sob, calling out urgently with a faint, unfamiliar majesty that felt somewhat different from her memories. She felt momentarily dazed before it all rushed back to her.

Of two evils, choose the lesser! He could only watch helplessly as the living body withered away little by little, could only watch in despair as an unbearable yet unavoidable agony burst forth from the living person's eyes.

In the same year, on the first day of the third month, Xiao Liang breached the Daoma Pass, entered the capital, ascended the Golden Hall, paid homage to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and proclaimed himself emperor facing south.

At such a close distance, he seemed too shy to meet her gaze directly, instead resting his eyes upon the crown of her head. Lin Jiaruo raised her eyes to glance at him and could not help freezing in place.

The fifty-millimeter rapid-fire cannons began to extend their fire into the zone illuminated by the flare. Several monsters that had surfaced and intended to come ashore failed to evade in time, taking direct hits and sinking into the water one after another.

"I am not leaving. I finally got to see my wife, I am not going anywhere," Uncle Zhao said with reddened eyes.

"Clatter—" A teacup smashed right at Xia Yuxuan's feet, splashing tea all over her. Lin Jiaruo and Lan Zijun dodged in time and remained unspotted by the splatter.

The immense force delivered by the thrust of the dragon spear caused the entire body of the black dragon to crash down toward the ground, as though pinned firmly into the earth by a scarlet spear.

However, Huo Yixin had to start saving money for the club. With a sword of Damocles hanging over his head worth over two million, if he did not cut expenditures and increase revenue immediately, he would be done for in a split second.

After the waiter took the order and left, Lian Xin felt somewhat restrained. Following their last encounter, she suddenly felt at a loss as to how to get along with Su Yu.

The generals expressed their respective thoughts. Amidst the heated debates, the conference room suddenly grew somewhat noisy.

The first dark-gold boss carried a high probability of yielding dark-gold tier treasures. They were all rubbing their hands in anticipation, preparing to seize the final blow. As for who would secure the kill, as Xia Feng had put it, it all came down to luck.

Although the enhancement of his physical body had drastically improved Rennes's base speed, at the same time, once the Memo-Memo Fruit was activated to amplify his speed, his body would also have to endure much greater air resistance.

Jiang Yun's gaze sharpened, and the tenfold breathing technique under the martial combat domain instantly erupted. Five large banners flew out like javelins, transforming mid-air into a mountain, a black dragon, a fire sparrow, a large tree, and a ferocious feline general.

Just as she had anticipated earlier, when faced with life-or-death matters, matters of romance were utterly insignificant.

Because the senior students were already in the countdown to graduation, while students of other grades were about to face their final examinations of the semester.

Near the Calm Belt close to the West Blue in the New World, a peculiar pirate ship resembling a massive cake that could even sing completely ignored the windless environment of the Calm Belt and sailed straight into it.

"Get lost." Before Lin Beichen could even open his mouth, she already knew what he was going to say. She was not going to treat Lin Beichen as the supreme authority like she did in S City; here, she called the shots.

Healing skills generally belonged to the Holy Light system, which were exclusive abilities of priests, with very few being of a universal type.

Later on, Lin Feng learned that this was the intention of those experts from the higher authorities, and Ouyang Hua, after taking their advice into consideration and pondering for a long time, had given his consent.