26. Chance Encounter
With a casual wave from Ying You, the nine sons of the dragon manifested in the sky. As they unleashed their energy, they descended in a ferocious barrage, their various forms striking with even greater lethality.
To be honest, Song Mincai felt at ease only when Yuan Siyu was exhausted; that way, she had no time to dwell on messy thoughts.
"Song Hao, you really have no sense of decorum," Song Min remarked with a look of disdain. Yet, unable to bring himself to dampen Song Hao’s spirits, he let it slide.
Flesh and blood splattered as the intense wind energy continued to surge forward, mowing down rows of soldiers behind the lines. However, the number of cavalry charging forward was simply too vast, and this move by Shen Zui failed to inflict any significant damage.
After all, Qin Chen’s parents were dead, and his own twin brother had gone missing decades ago. It was precisely for this reason that Qin Qishan felt such deep guilt and was exceptionally indulgent toward him.
"A spiritual base lifeform? Professor Zeng, could you please explain that in more detail?" asked a researcher from the United States.
A thousand spatial chains neared the seven meteor stars, wrapping around them instantly like a cast net.
It was a night where dark clouds obscured the moon; there was neither moon nor starlight. It was a night of absolute darkness, devoid of any glimmer of light.
At this point, they could no longer worry about the depletion of their supernatural powers; after all, among them, his physical constitution was the weakest—a pathetic truth.
Yan Gexiao did not respond to the two of them, instead raising a finger to his lips and shushing them, signaling Ye Tong and Yu Mengyan not to disturb him.
Beyond that, Feng Muyang found nothing but multiple bone dislocations throughout the corpse; everything else was essentially beyond investigation due to the incineration by the fire.
Li Jun said, "Forget it! I’m sick of that job. I want a fresh start, like a rebirth; I’ll begin from the bottom. I’m going to work as a driver at a construction site. I have a license, and I’d prefer to operate heavy machinery."
Hearing Liu Shu’s roar, the members of the Xiaotian Battle Group stiffened for a fleeting moment. But they quickly regained their senses, their bodies erupting with even more surging energy, their eyes filled with coldness and despair.
"Scholar Xiao, do you mean I should dispatch the infantry as the vanguard to seize the initiative?" Chai Shao asked with a mocking smile.
Li Chao didn't know which elder to sit beside; he didn't recognize a single one of them. Even if he had met them before, it would have been twenty years ago when he was only four—he had forgotten almost everything.
"Make way, make way! We’re the plaza security. What happened here?" Four guards wearing uniforms designed by Wang Ping'an appeared.
"Oh, you’re so annoying! Can’t you treat me just once more, you stingy miser?" Yang Fan complained as he flipped his cards over to show Li Xiu.
The Daoist of the Snow Mountain nodded and continued sipping his tea. Ouyang Yiyi smiled naturally. Just as they were enjoying themselves, Ouyang Lu rushed in to report.
Li Sanniang couldn't help but gasp. In the sultry night, for some reason, she felt a chill run down her spine. The aftermath of the attack on the Jiehu tribe was bone-chilling.
Boss Liu, who did not know his wife was beautiful, was still tinkering with physical stores, while Liu Bin had already far outpaced both him and Boss Ma in both physical and online retail.
The crowd showed no signs of fear, nor did they display any shame or embarrassment. They simply, quite naturally, did not wish to see this young man.
All these weapons had to be taken, that was without question. The surveillance equipment should also be moved; now that they had a generator, the equipment could be put to immediate use.
As the saying goes, "When one reaches the end of the road, a new path may emerge!" Li Dong felt it was worth checking; perhaps there would be a turn for the better.
To be honest, An Kai was neither a master nor an expert in psychology, and he couldn't discern the underlying emotions from such subtle tones.
Still, he couldn't rest easy. He had Qing Yu follow her so that, at the very least, he could stay informed about Shi Yao’s status.
As the Governor of Youzhou, Zhao Yi could act according to his own will within his territory. However, Tatuo was merely a general within the Wuhuan tribe, despite being the adopted son of Qiu Liju. If Qiu Liju insisted on attacking the Liaodong Protectorate upon hearing the news, Tatuo, as a subordinate general, would have no choice but to obey.
She didn't have time to answer before the sky above suddenly turned pitch black, followed immediately by a torrential downpour.
They had truly lived too difficult a life before—no food, no drink, and not even a place to sleep.
A-Rang walked in, feeling suspicious and uneasy. The patients in the other two beds looked at him with curiosity, then at Gao Yunyun and Father Zhong.
Liu Liheng said with a hint of dejection. He suddenly realized that his judgment of people was not as sharp as Hong Ling’s.
Nansheng could not fend off four fists with two hands; she had to break free from Zhao Guangwu’s grip first, then reach back to grab Zhu Huiqin by the throat, forcing her to release her hair before pushing her onto the bed.
Madam Bai lay on the canopy bed, a brown scarf tied around her head, weeping into a handkerchief as she complained to Master Liu.
Even if his disciple could defeat Duan Feng’s student, losing so miserably in an eight-on-one fight was pathetic.
Why, why were there so many people in this world who had no idea of the dangers that existed?
Looking up, he saw a large black net falling from above, aimed directly at him as he moved at high speed.
Zhou Zixiao left another note the next day, but no matter how he sent them, they vanished like stones into the sea, leaving not a ripple.
The only benefit of this brief life was that, because the time was so short and the system had removed the tedious, repetitive memories, his mind did not suffer the usual discomfort.