Chapter One Hundred: All Along, He Knew

Even the name he used was only the English one, Dino.

The true face of the producer of Chronicles of the Martial World had always been a mystery in the players’ minds.

Lian Youyou stared blankly at Lu Ming, dimly understanding what was happening to him.

Most likely, Gu Mosi had told him that she knew he liked Lian Meng.

He probably thought she was angry, that she had run back to her family’s home as before, or gone somewhere else, and would never return.

“Lu, listen to me...”

Lu Ming could no longer restrain himself. He suddenly bent down and pulled her into a fierce embrace, holding her so tightly that his whole body trembled. “Youyou, I thought you weren’t coming back.”

“Youyou, I never treated you as anyone’s replacement...”

Adam nodded at him with a cheerful grin. Now that Colin was no longer by his side, the only spear fighters Blackstone Town could truly boast of were Mario and Allen.

If the other side had merely broken through one or two more levels of the Flame-reaching Tower than he had, he could still have relied on his family’s power to settle the score and take revenge.

White’s voice still went on. Life and death seemed to have stirred something wild in him; he was laughing madly, and his condition was clearly not right.

The establishment of these four Japanese strongholds directly threatened the safety of the Jin-Cha-Ji anti-Japanese base area, while also serving as important support points for Japanese military supplies and the blockade of the base.

The words, sounding almost like a complaint, made Corey’s heart sink completely. Before he could think of any struggle, a still more violent flash of lightning burst from the faceless body and struck straight at Core.

For some reason, when Chen Changsheng looked at Qin Feng’s smiling face, he felt sick. Startled, he thought to himself: what is wrong with me? Ever since my son died, I have become more and more irritable. I’m no longer the Chen Changsheng who never changed expression even when a mountain was collapsing before him.

In an instant, as though a colossal star had come crashing down, the Vajra warship was hurled hundreds of miles away like an iron ball, sent reeling backward through the boundless void of space.

Judging by the situation, although the tank could no longer move forward, the soldiers inside were in no danger at all. As for the two soldiers who had gotten out, they, like the reserve troops trapped by the sticky night mud, managed to return to the tank by taking off their boots.

Setting aside whether Wei Fanye’s words made sense, at the very least they matched most people’s thoughts and satisfied their vanity, so naturally they won much approval.

He felt that day was not far off—at least, it did not seem far to him. If this time went smoothly, then when he returned to Hetuala, his position as heir would no longer be shaken.

At that, Li Gang was speechless. Just listen to that—those two were hardly much to speak of. Once again, it drove home to Li Gang just how wealthy his former subordinates had been.

With a thunderous boom, that enormous dragon silhouette was severed at once. Liu Qian’s expression changed as the faint blade light still slashed down. With a crash, he crossed both hands and two streams of energy burst forth, blocking the dim blade shadow at once. Liu Qian’s figure was flung backward, his face turning deathly pale.

He had traveled through the night, and the little food he had eaten last night was long gone. At first he dry-heaved, and later he actually vomited up bile as well, tears streaming down his face. Remembering the old boatman’s words when he had ferried him those two times, he could not stop the sorrow and indignation in his heart no matter what.

Ding Haitao smiled as he looked at the old bark-faced man bristling with fury. Heh, it really did seem to fit the part—there was a bit of Cao Sen in him.

He no longer felt like admiring the snow or viewing the plum blossoms. He returned to Night Leopard’s quarters, sat down by the table, and sat dazedly staring at the teapot.

Then he suddenly remembered a line: the dark side of professional football is forever cruel and merciless.

I was reborn, becoming an ordinary newborn infant. In that instant, I suddenly felt that fate was truly a piece of filth, to joke with me like this.

Yang Shan gritted his teeth and swore an oath, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he heard a commotion outside. A fort guard came to report that the Tartars below the mountain had sent someone up to deliver a message.

“Good! Feng will wager with Young Master Liu on this fifty-percent chance,” Tian Feng said decisively, clapping his hands. Then he turned to Zhang He and Zhong Yao.