Volume 1, Chapter 48: You never realize how much you need to read until you have to write

In the end, Lu Yufei thrust his natal Overlord Spear to the side with a tremendous roar. Surprisingly, the ferocious beast Qiongqi did not emit a shred of its fierce might, and instead appeared terrified of Lu Yufei.

"You claimed that Quansancai was the key to your demonic affliction, but now that he is missing, the credibility of your words drops significantly," Miao Renfeng said.

Naturally, when high-level powerhouses enter, although their levels are suppressed, their combat experience and skill proficiency remain unsuppressed. However, such high-level powerhouses almost never appear here; either they belong to fixed squads, or they will enter alone directly after the underground city opens tomorrow.

In Qiuqiu Chen's heart, the Qiuqiu clan was currently merely a family sharing honor and disgrace with him. Because everything had been predestined from the very beginning, Qiuqiu Chen could not change anything. Yet for Qiuqiu Chen, who single-mindedly pursued the Great Dao, the sudden appearance of such a heavy burden made it difficult for him to accept for a moment.

Therefore, Feng Yu's image had deeply rooted itself in people's hearts, becoming his representative state. Not only the "Storm" fans of WSFC, but even the captains of various nations regarded this as the scene they most wanted to see yet feared the most in their lives.

"First of all, we need to determine the scale of the technical school. Gong Town currently has no money; how this technical school should be built and how large it should be must be discussed thoroughly," Bi Yi said.

Everyone was in place. The wedding was not officiated by a priest, but rather by Elder Di, who recited from his draft with a rosy complexion.

"Consider yourself discerning. I haven't practiced in vain all these years; one minute on stage takes ten years of practice off stage—that's not just an empty saying," Zeng Li wrinkled her nose at Zhou Bai, still lingering with fear when she recalled the hardships she endured during her training back then.

Yet now, ten thousand living baby boys were being suspended by dark red threads to have their lifeforce extracted. A righteous spirit—long suppressed by modern selfishness and the ruthlessness of cultivation—erupted from the depths of Wu Fan's heart like an exploding volcano, making his hair stand on end with furious rage.

Seeing this scene, not to mention Night Kiss being dumbfounded, even Li Da and the others could not help but reveal expressions of bewilderment. Could the trump card mentioned by Boss Yiqiu really be self-mutilation?

An awkwardness still lingered between the two of them, more or less. This awkwardness was not due to any other reason, but precisely because of a peculiar tacit understanding they shared. Yet it was precisely because it stemmed from this tacit understanding that the awkwardness lingered persistently.

The moment those two words drilled into my ears, a surge of hot blood rushed upward, my head buzzed with a ring, and my entire body began to tremble.

Everyone's gazes finally tracked down Zhuang Kai. He was now curled up like a tattered rag. Even if no one stepped on him, he would undoubtedly die without a doubt.

Wugang finished speaking and wasted no time hesitating. With a flash of his figure, he instantly closed in on Leo, his right hand forming a claw shape and lunging directly for Leo's crown.

Luo Mo and his films now truly gave people the immovable sensation of the Great Wall standing resolutely before the Chinese box office market.

The abundant spiritual Qi allowed many people who were originally hidden in the mountains, practicing in seclusion to pursue the martial path but unable to find the threshold, to step one after another through that brand-new door.

Immediately, Ling Yufei grabbed Yiqiu and, without further ado, dragged him toward the Sword Dao Sect not far away.

Thanks to the gluttonous dragon's warning, Leo dismissed the idea of asking Diana about the source of the rumors.

The very moment Scar Er was briefly dazed, Zheng Yang also gritted his teeth against the piercing pain from his left shoulder, driving his curved saber fiercely into Scar Er's chest, burying nearly a foot of the blade inside.

However, the moment his figure moved, his pupils shrank violently, his words cut off abruptly, and an undisguised look of terror spread across his eyes. He stood frozen in place, twitching at the corners of his mouth as he stared at Fang Yan, not daring to make any further moves.

He could afford to feed it as much as it wanted to eat, his only fear being that it might burst its stomach. Mother had said that it could only eat a maximum of twenty chickens per meal, and eating too much was bad.

They had just driven away the last spirit beast and, without even taking time to tend to their wounds, had harvested the final medicinal herb. They had thought they could be teleported to the next floor to see Fang Yan, and had thought they could finally leave this ghost place, but who could have imagined that the true trial was only just beginning.

Now it was Zheng Feng's turn to make a move. Zhou Yun was arrogant in his talent and completely looked down on his opponent; how could a slacker like Zheng Feng possibly come up with a good matching couplet?

I couldn't help but sigh. Why on earth was Qin Yifang worshiping Wan Jinrong at home? Could it be that they were old acquaintances from before?

I pondered inwardly that perhaps it was because Bai Kai was on my back and not pressing closely enough against me, which increased the resistance.

Now I was actually in a good mood and, against all odds, listened to the lecture for a bit. But dammit, the more I listened, the more confused I got, and I couldn't comprehend a single thing.

Cai Yang was discussing battle plans with several subordinates in the military camp when he suddenly heard Zheng Feng shouting a challenge outside. He hurriedly grabbed his saber, mounted his horse, and rode out to meet him.

As soon as Zhang Mengfei went in, I turned my head and ran outside the alley to look around. If Han Rong had been following me all along, she should appear about now.

"Whether fighting other countries or suffering from internal strife, those who always suffer are the common people." Looking at the desolate streets, Xiao Yun'er felt a heavy ache in her chest.

Ji Rong was extremely annoyed by Su Yiran's endless entanglement. He wanted to shake her off, but upon remembering that Su Yiran was pregnant, he forcibly restrained himself and did not move.

Now the only remaining path was to check the surveillance footage from the venue back then. This was the last resort left to him.

"Those who submit to me shall prosper, those who oppose me shall perish!" Eight bland and casual words spilled from Liu Tianhao's lips.

On the way to the recording studio, she had yet to resolve the belly full of doubts when she was ordered to start practicing songs.

Cheng Huihui's goal was to ruin Cheng Mei's reputation, and arranging for Zhang Zigao to do this would not only successfully ruin Cheng Mei but also keep Zhang Zigao happily pleased.

After completing the moving task, a celebration event was held, restricted to senior management at the manager level and above, while middle and lower-level employees each received a thousand-yuan red envelope to share in the auspicious occasion.

Those students who had been gossiping just moments before widened their eyes in disbelief. Could Mo Qianxia have really curried favor with Xuan Yaxian?

The train sped along the iron-gray tracks, the scenery on both sides rapidly receding, giving one the surreal sensation of being pulled out of space and time.