Chapter 55

"Exactly, on our Chinese territory, there is no reason to let the Japanese bullies push us around again," Fatty Guo chimed in.

Not knowing who started it, Fatty Guo looked at the crowd below in a daze. Before he had time to react, wave after wave of enthusiastic shouts of "kiss her, kiss her" filled the air endlessly.

Unfortunately, Liu Feiyang was simply not her type; she was just surprised that a pie vendor could be so handsome.

Lin Kun looked suspiciously toward the trash can beside the bed and took a peek inside. There was nothing extra, leaving only a long, transparent piece of rubber mixed with milky white liquid.

"Crack, crack..." Liu Feiyang clenched his fists, his knuckles popping. He refused to believe Hong Canhui's excuse, firmly concluding in his heart that it was the work of those people from the villa.

"The feeder of the Spring Rain... A man of Suzuki Wukai?" Xu Liang wore a thoughtful expression while silently and quietly condensing the stored dart-power on his dark flame wings.

Meanwhile, Ye Shanghan, who had lost a considerable amount of time in the traditional Chinese medicine dispensary due to compounding the Blood-Dissolving Powder, was gradually being forgotten.

Hua Hua's words undoubtedly awakened them. With so many other types of products on the market, even if they copied all of them, introducing a different type every single day for 365 days wouldn't exhaust them in five years, not to mention how many new products would be launched during those five years—an amount no one could possibly calculate.

Huilan: The fried rice is ready for you to eat. I'm going to the hospital to get a fishbone removed. I am never buying fish again; every time I eat it, I get choked.

Pacing back and forth inside the Taoist temple like an ant on a hot pan, he grew more and more flustered because Miao Xin was truly not someone to be trifled with. She had too many tricks up her sleeve, and her specialty was killing with a borrowed knife. Anyone who provoked her never came to a good end.

I thought for a moment and said, "Could it be just one thousand?" My reasoning was five hundred plus five hundred equals one thousand. As for any larger amount, I hadn't even considered it.

The White Wolf King opened its mouth to catch it. Instead of swallowing it whole, it chewed slowly with an intoxicated expression. Ever since Ye Junlin fed the White Wolf King cooked food, it rarely ate raw meat anymore. Its palate had grown increasingly refined, making it look less like a spirit beast and more like a human.

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Yet up to now, the one thing that left no room for doubt in his mind was Master Yin's recent reaction, along with the implications shadowed between his words, which were more than enough to indicate that he knew Chixi's whereabouts. Even Chixi's disappearance without a trace was very likely orchestrated by his own hands.

"Alright, thank you. Why don't you and Big Bear go play in the room!" Chen Cao realized his smile might look a bit unnatural.

"Then what are you doing at our school?" At this, I was genuinely a bit puzzled. If Jiang Mei wasn't here to participate in the sports meeting, what on earth was her purpose for coming to our school?

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the youth representatives of various countries and major factions have arrived in the capital and have been accommodated in various locations. Now, we are just waiting for the opening of the 'Emperor Wu's Mausoleum' to hold the 'Trial Tournament'," Zhuang Zhou stepped out of the ranks and bowed deeply.

Wang Hui was already a bare-footed man with nothing to lose, and he currently had a plethora of enemies, including the two great prodigies of the Jin family—Jin Wuyi, and even the Jin family member he had never laid eyes on, Jin Yuanbao.

Yi looked at the black liquid surging toward him, cast a glance back at the person he could never forget in his heart, and smiled calmly.

At the very edge of this galaxy, one could even see a planet as vast as one-tenth of a light-year across. This planet was patch after patch of green; the entire world appeared as a realm of green even when viewed from afar.

Junzi punched him playfully: "I'm doing great, beating you up would definitely be no problem at all." Everyone burst into laughter. Junzi hadn't been this happy in a long time.

It turned out that thirty years ago, his father met his mother when she was traveling through the mortal realm. At that time, his mother ran into trouble with her cultivation and suddenly suffered a deviation, and it was his father who had ventured out and saved her.

In fact, the yellow-haired man's controlled Han Xin only had time to cast his second skill, "Defensive posture."

"What?" Lin Huan's hand trembled so violently from excitement that, fortunately, he corrected the steering wheel in time, preventing any accident from happening.

Hearing this, Yang Yue nodded slightly toward Cui Yongkuo. At that moment, the urgent sound of carriages and horses came from outside the inner hall, and soon after, the music of suonas, gongs, and drums began to play.

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One must know that the Lin family, as the premier clan in Qingmu City, achieved its status simply because the Lin family's patriarch was a fifth-rank divine plant master.

Luo Cheng saw through the bottom line and said slowly, "If you want a quota, fine. Whoever can defeat Hao'er can take the jade token. Want us to hand it over voluntarily? Absolutely impossible." Luo Cheng's attitude was exceptionally resolute.

At the same moment, the Red Team's North China Division team's ADC, Marco Polo, advanced with the first phase of his second skill mobility, raised his gun, and unleashed his first skill, "Gorgeous Revolver." Meanwhile, Zhang Hao's Lü Bu continuously used snake-like footwork to dodge Marco Polo's considerable energy bullets.

Although Duan Wuqing was arrogant, he had to admit that he was still an unimaginably long distance away from that nine-star sword saint. Obviously, the help Lu Yuan obtained from that nine-star sword saint was far greater than what he received at the Heavenly Sword Tournament.

Moreover, at that moment, trails of dragon-like black radiance flashed and coiled around these people's bodies, flying about like rows of black sword blades, clanging sharply and piercing the void as they hovered around.

He was still quite satisfied with how he won this match. That last wave of conscious contention for level 4, followed by an operational speed infinitely close to "three seconds and eleven strikes," should probably be considered one of the best performances of his recent form.

It turned out that the private island Tanghui went to was actually a private estate, leading Levi to immediately form a conjecture—could Tang Yi actually be imprisoned on that island?

Ye Chen said with extreme anger, looking somewhat frenzied. Upon hearing this, Jian Yun and the others lowered their heads.

At this moment, I felt quite miserable as well. Su Meng's words seemed to carry multiple layers of meaning, the most obvious being sorrow and inferiority, as if Ye Shanshan and I stood in the bright light while she was somehow lesser. I desperately wanted to comfort her, but in the end, I didn't speak up. I knew that no matter what I said, it would be the same—it would only make her feel worse.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale and extremely ugly. Under Ye Chen's attack, he was completely unable to fully defend himself. Before Ye Chen's onslaught had even finished, he was already injured.