Chapter 46

Li Hao looked at Ji Han with a faint smile on his face, as if he had anticipated Ji Han's reply all along.

When the final victory was secured, all those people eagerly sent flattering messages, desperate to add him as a friend.

Kang Meng'ang naturally knew that the Kunling Demon King was not someone easy to deal with. If he could take down an old-school Emperor-tier expert like the Kunling Demon King in just a few moves, then the several beatings he had suffered earlier would have been far too unjust.

Seeing that her objective had been achieved, Han Yingxue did not hold back, putting Old Madam Han through a rigorous and merciless ordeal.

As long as Ling Xiao remained in the Chaotic Sand Sea, they would hunt him down relentlessly until every last one of them was killed.

Even though Li Fengjue was only their temporary daddy, they couldn't help but adore him. Even if it was only temporary, they finally had a daddy of their own.

After eliminating the avatar of Qiulanke, Kang Meng'ang recalled his vast divine kingdom into his body. At the same time, he released his divine sense to scan the surrounding situation, gaining a general understanding of the changes taking place within his body.

Her veins flowed with his blood; he was her biological father. Based on this identity alone, she could never forgive his actions until the day she died.

Wang Zhaoyang led Liu Ziqi to the wall of honor, where the national flag, the "Ghost Blade" battle flag, and the "Phantom" battle flag were displayed.

With a sudden tug, he pulled down the hat on his head, revealing a face that was somewhat unfamiliar to the father and son of the Carlo family, yet filled with profound and burning hatred.

Seeing him looking somewhat listless and occasionally unable to hold back a yawn, he must have gone a day and a night without closing his eyes—all for this fruit?

When her soul power was overconsumed, she would grow drowsy, and upon hitting the pillow, her eyes would close, plunging her into a deep sleep.

Su Li heard the sound of vomiting. Turning his head, he saw that their cook, Chisui, had already turned pale and started to retch.

Just as Haitian was immensely enjoying himself, that mysterious voice echoed once again in Yichen's mind.

Thinking of the stories his grandfather used to tell, all of this left him at a loss for words to describe it. What kind of magnificent and boundless world was that?

However, upon hearing this, Xie Miao first burst into uncontrollable tears, and then, equally unable to help herself, her expression changed drastically and fiercely.

Therefore, those flames were directly shattered by him into the void, without harming his true body in the slightest.

Everyone stood frozen in a daze, their faces flushed red, desperately holding back their tears to keep them from falling, each twisting their features into a forced smile.

The reason why Luo Yuqing brought Bai Shuqin from Baijiagou back to Kaoshantang was to use her as food to cultivate another Ghost King.

Mr. Sun did not conceal anything, merely attempting to guess at a certain possibility before falling silent.

The moment he went offline, Wang Xu received a call from Xu Ziheng, who informed him that Luo Xiu would arrive in Lucheng before tomorrow night.

The medicinal plant seedlings were left intact because there were seeds; they needed to be gathered together, threshed to release the seeds, and scattered across this orchard once again, waiting to sprout and blossom next year.

Looking at the Bei'an military flags fluttering atop Liyang Fortress, Gongsun Li was filled with utter astonishment. To put it into perspective, from the very beginning of the battle—drawing out the enemy for a pincer movement and subsequently surrounding them—Zhao Yuan's every step had been methodical and orderly. Even a veteran campaigner of the battlefield could do no better.

"Bang!" The door was suddenly kicked shut by him. He tossed the things in his hand casually onto the shoe rack, whirled around, and shoved me straight against the wall beside the door.

Once it was pressed down sufficiently, he switched to a finer sieve, allowing the buckwheat to fall into the flour sack so it could be bagged directly. The buckwheat hulls left in the sieve were collected separately in a winnowing basket. Buckwheat hulls could be used to make pillows; country folk always slept on buckwheat hull pillows.

Slowly sinking into the sofa, she looked up with the air of a detached bystander at President Jian's smug posture. A sudden surge of anger rose within her, and she wished she could walk right up and kick him in the rear just to deflate his arrogance.

To Zhou Meng's knowledge, there were only three people who had resolutely refused to compromise with those nobles and had thoroughly cast them down into the dust.

Before Huanhuan could offer an explanation, Jian Xing had already spoken in an indifferent tone. Although his eyes remained fixed on the television, his gaze was already chillingly fierce and terrifying.

I had stayed by his side since I was six years old, spending eighteen years—my entire youth—just to trade for the moments we now shared day and night. Qi Jing had merely spent two years with him in high school and gone abroad after university, having never done a single thing for him. What right did she have to stay by his side?

Taking a closer look, she could clearly see that Zhao Lin and the soldiers behind him were sitting securely in their saddles, showing no signs of distress or anomaly.

This was not a mental coercion generated by martial arts imagery that produced psychological illusions in people.

Moreover, it was still early in the game. Although Cheng Yaojin (Chen Shen) had reached level four, due to the fact that cooldown reduction was still somewhat tied to level progression, Chen Shen's Cheng Yaojin would not be able to use his ultimate skill for the next several tens of seconds.

As he crawled along, Xu然 gradually caught the scent of fresh blood in the air—a scent so vivid and pure, as if it had just been spilled.

Ayou looked toward the goal, only to see Tottenham's guardian angel, Lloris, kneeling on one knee, his hands firmly pinning the ball to the turf.