Chapter 104

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After all, they were currently dependent on others; if Wu Qinghuang truly intended to deal with them, they would be utterly powerless to resist.
“The last time I went to Lidesburg, I asked Mr. Bazaar to help me purchase it,” Yang Tianlong said with a smile.
By now, few people would be unfamiliar with the name of this show. Although many remained skeptical, if the program quality was decent, it would naturally retain a considerable audience.
As the event drew near, faint cries and rumbling sounds occasionally drifted from nearby, prompting the group to instinctively heighten their vigilance, unwilling to let their guard down.
None of them had expected the class monitor, who was supposed to be reporting on the midterm exam review plan, to suddenly change the tone of her speech.
She had come so close to being forced by her family to drop out of school and follow her uncle or cousins south to Guangzhou, working daily at a remote, filthy garment factory, operating sewing machines.
Coincidentally, the waiter had also arrived there and witnessed the entire process.
Two massive warships lay side by side, their hulls pressed tightly together. Huang Lao Xie took a single, graceful step from his flagship onto the Resolute, his movements as composed as if attending an evening banquet.
In the center of the camp stood several tents. One of the orcs, standing a full two and a half meters tall and stronger than the others, emerged from one tent. His two enormous tusks gleamed metallically, and when he opened his mouth, his voice boomed like firecrackers, roaring in the orc tongue.
Hearing this, everyone present suddenly understood. The so-called misplaced anger, the disaster in the fish pond, all referred to this. Jin Ying and the inner court factions he represented could not vent their anger on Yang Shangjing, so naturally, they took it out on the Cai family—the source of the conflict.
Upon hearing the call from Beiming Zhan, Qin Shaojie and Dou Ruomei immediately responded and gave chase.
Since Xuanyuan Xiao’s gloves were taken, he caught the weapon bare-handed, instantly rendering the Anle Bell useless, and shredded it to tatters with the Five Elements Sword in his hand.
“The boss asked me to chair this meeting. He is currently unwell and hopes everyone will understand!” Although Wolf Warrior was merely the boss’s servant, as long as the boss was absent, he was king—no one dared belittle his presence.

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Ming Shen rose with some trepidation, lowering his eyes to fixate on the pair of white plum blossom silver-thread embroidered shoes at his feet, then cautiously took a few steps forward as instructed.
When Ye Bingyin spoke those words, everyone was stunned. But moments later, confusion prevailed, for they did not understand why Mu Tiande would want to kill Gu Zhizhi; the two had no known conflicts.
Xiao Moyu was taken aback, puzzled by why she appeared so excited to see him. And what was so special about watching the sunrise?
“I knew it, I knew I couldn’t trust you. Damn it, you’ve caused me so much trouble.” Early the next morning, as Qin Shaojie complained while leaving An Qi’s room, An Qi, who had been closing her eyes just moments before, opened them just as the door closed behind him.
“Fight? I didn’t even see a ghost.” The burly soldier snorted coldly, slinging his Type 95 assault rifle over his shoulder, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, preparing to light one to refresh himself.
Originally, Jing Shi had come for the treasures and the losses of Three Lives and Ten Thousand Calamities, but after witnessing the ruin of the Void Alliance, he was at a loss for words.
“Damn! A dog biting Lü Dongbin, ungrateful for kindness. Who was it that almost killed himself just now? What a fool!” Geng Qiang chuckled.
Though mentally prepared, hearing the doctor’s words made Ye Baiwei’s mind go blank, her vision spinning uncontrollably. She nearly collapsed, but Zhou Yan, standing beside her, immediately caught her and held her close.
Thus, some grew arrogant, but their pride was built on strong confidence. Indeed, the Hun soldiers had reason to be proud, as these Central Plains troops began to retreat once more.
However, the King of Qin grew increasingly skeptical of the elusive promise of immortality. It became clear that unless they found a way to escape the Qin palace, they faced certain death.
“Brother Qiang, do you really think there’s something wrong with that big-bearded guy’s match?” Qin Yan asked.
Xu Feng knew little about the world’s medicinal herbs, only recalling from the old hunter’s memories about a dozen common ones that sold well. On the way back, he deliberately gathered some, which could now be sold to ease their urgent needs.
Such a long wait made one anxious, but I believe in him just as before, steadfast that he can save him. Even if there is only a sliver of hope, I trust he will never give up on our child.

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She hummed a tune, leisurely rising from bed, leaving her bedroom to enter the kitchen she shared with Mu Jin.
Her coldness and indifference angered him, though he knew he had no reason to be upset and no right to blame her.
Subordinates occasionally brought over peculiar items—ceremonial robes and masks worn by shamans during rituals—for Zhang Hao to examine.
It seemed commonplace here, but on the internet, Ah Dong’s name was explosively popular beyond imagination.
Han Feng pinched his nose and slapped Shangguan Zheng: “Just move your stuff already, why all this nonsense?” Shangguan Zheng grimaced but said no more, continuing his work.
Indeed, this was the “detailed” introduction to the game “Fengshen”—simple and blunt, tinged with disdain that said, “Play if you want, don’t if you don’t.” Among many upcoming games, “Fengshen” stood out as refreshingly unique.
Upon seeing the video content clearly, the air fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into even more terrifying screams than before.
So, Feng Lingyue pinched the parrot and joined everyone in the living room to discuss how to deal with this unexpected guest.
Hearing Lin Dong’s words, Xu Cheng relaxed; merely recommending a few was no problem.
“Strictly speaking, it’s not him personally, but the weapon he wields,” Lian Feng said, pressing a button on the table again. The screen behind shifted, showing last night’s scene of Wu Xing slashing the Taotie with his sword.
I was utterly confused. Our Zhang family’s Yin Talisman is something many strive but fail to learn. Why is Lu Chenhai acting like he’s avoiding poisonous snakes and scorpions?