Volume One, Chapter 118: As Long as You Are Willing, There Is a Place for You

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Mo Xingyuan saw the message Su Li sent and replied with a simple question mark. Su Li raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond. At noon, Mo Xingyuan called her.

“What was that you sent?” Mo asked.

“Just asking,” she replied.

“Don’t know them.”

“Got it.”

She wore a thin, light blouse; when the breeze blew, a man’s heartbeat might stop. Her wrist was delicate, her fingers slender and graceful, tightly holding a man’s hand.

Although Lin Di had changed his in-game name, he hadn’t deleted his account, so he could still receive mails from old friends.

Sha Cheng was simple and honest, feeling no embarrassment as he followed Guan Xiaojun into the courtyard.

Thus, Guan Xiaojun was like a great beast at school—usually gathering his followers quietly, never causing trouble. But if truly provoked, even the mightiest would kneel and sing submission.

“Besides, the lord just agreed. Going back on his word afterward isn’t impossible, but in matters like this, the loss of reputation far outweighs any gain,” Huang Ju objected beside him.

I swung my mountain-cleaving blade fiercely forward; several members of the First-Class Hall instantly fell to the ground.

Recalling the terrifying progress of those exceptionally gifted individuals who, after reaching the secondary level of the Evil Qi realm as learned from Zhang Jiao, Cai Xu dared not advance another step closer.

As for competitions, no one had witnessed them more than Ke Lan and Yu Feng. Don’t be fooled by Yu Xuan’s casual, carefree demeanor—when it comes to contests, ruthless as he is, whether friend or foe, if you mess up, no excuses, you’re immediately eliminated.

However, Fujimi’s guess was wrong. Before the cosmic thunder beast appeared, Klaus was under secret surveillance by GUARD and various nations. He even used this to send messages to the human side about wanting to teleport. Otherwise, being just a human traitor would have made him regret living long ago.

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After all, the Long Group would cooperate with the Fang family in the future. That was a huge cake with plenty of grease inside. Moreover, for the Fang family to become a prominent household, they must have developed many industries themselves, which would require partners.

“Let’s go,” Feng Yuntian extended his hand; Gu Yuanmiao clenched hers tightly, and the two walked down in single file, followed by several of Feng Shihou’s brothers.

He knew Lu Qiyan was beautiful but didn’t realize she could be so stunning that his heart stirred like a turbulent lake.

Watching that slender figure leave, Lu Zheng submerged himself again into the pool, letting the water envelop him.

Wang Yi saw she didn’t want to say more and didn’t press further, casually chatting about other things.

He silently listened to the police searching for Yu You’an, to Yin Qiaoqiao’s reluctant protests and cursing of Yin Feng. Zhuanggou’s skill.

“Your intention was to have Yamamoto Fu Yi act as the disruptor, to ignite the conflicts among the three factions as soon as possible?” Liu Yuanyuan pressed.

When Qiao Yunxi and Hao Ziran returned, night had already fallen. Before they reached the village, they saw flames flickering at the entrance. Drawing closer, the fire grew more intense.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then knelt down. Seeing Feng Jiu’s face, they felt overwhelmed.

The hall’s decorations were uniformly ink-black, deeply dark and eerie. There were no lamps, but four large flame pillars surrounded the space, red and bright, as if symbolizing the organization’s future.

He had lived more than twenty years, endured over twenty winters, but could not recall any days colder than these.

Watching the sailors scramble to control a new ship reaching speeds they’d never imagined possible, Ximen suddenly recalled his first time riding a motorcycle in the future world—maxing out the speed felt exactly like the sailors handling this vessel.

As a member of the Triumph Army and one of today’s protagonists, it dared not scold me. Only after Yu Qianpan shot me a fierce glare did I reluctantly stop.

The only thing that came to mind was one word—ghost marriage. There were two types: marriage between the dead and marriage between the living and the dead.

As the dominant shipping force in this star system, Brilliant Star had faced countless emergencies and was exceptionally responsive.

Lu Shuangyang realized the truth: indeed, the greatest debt one can never repay is the nurturing grace of one’s parents.

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“An insider? Then why would he collaborate with the Nine-Headed? What mysterious qualities does he possess?” the Suspended Martial Saint asked.

“Fei Ge, you’ve fought and scolded me enough. Please let me go! I won’t dare again!” Chen Ming begged, voice trembling with tears, sounding utterly pitiful as if near death.

After parking my car, I looked inside the convenience store through the glass door and saw someone in a leather jacket. Outside, a car was parked.

A surge of mysterious energy slammed against the energy wall Lu Shuangyang had formed. A powerful current radiated out from the impact, sweeping away snow accumulated over many years and exposing bare rock beneath.

The Ninth Awakening: For ordinary people, there’s no need to mention fate—they simply follow it. But those with great missions are different; they truly must ask, “What is the meaning of life?”

Duan Lang knelt down gently, lifting Fang Yan. “Yan, I’m here. Hold on, everything will be fine, it will definitely be fine,” he said, wiping the blood from her face with one hand.

Clearly, Liang Weifa was not insane, nor had he hidden a Simuwu Ding or Four-Goat Square Zun that shocked everyone. Yet, after witnessing his true strength, the twenty or so graduating experts were deeply impressed, repeatedly praising him.

Knowing it was true, I kicked Da He away and roared atop the hill. Unexpectedly, Da He crazily pecked me on the rear, flapping its wings as if to attack again. My heart sank. I dashed through the hills until I saw Yun Zhen and finally stopped.

In the open snowy field before them, the plum blossoms that had once bloomed all withered in an instant, scattering across the snow.

Of course, the premise was that Chinese Go practitioners must have a certain degree of understanding of the traditional culture of Go.

After Zhu Houhuang pacified the Fujian naval forces, he asked them to bring those who wanted to follow him from Fuzhou’s three guards, as well as the musketeers’ families, to Penghu.

After Yu Jin spoke, Lord Huai was somewhat surprised. He had long planned to retire, but Yu Jin’s tone suggested he still intended to employ him.

“Alright, the five of us are going now!” Without hesitation, five veterans charged toward the battlefield where Blade Edge, Sword Demon, and the Old Ghost of Qishan stood.

A trembling cry sounded, and dozens of blue lights shot into the sky. The vast Yining Garden became a water bubble, enveloped like a soap bubble.