Chapter 60

Watching as Ning Tao carried the bag away, Shi Jianfeng slammed his fist against the glass counter and cursed angrily.

Xueyao was not usually one to say so much, but having encountered someone like her, maintaining composure was difficult.

The reason why that dark mage went to such lengths to deal with her was probably driven by the very same motive as Gandalf's.

From the beginning to the end, she knew better than anyone how Sister Li treated her and Xinxin, and in her heart, she already regarded Sister Li as half a family member.

"Understood, that old fellow didn't do anything unseemly in there, did he?" Yuchi Qingya asked vigilantly, knowing full well what that old man's temperament was like.

Yet, given such blunt words, how could someone as tactful and slick as Shen Weilian ever bring them out into the open and speak them aloud?

The netherfire instantly decimated it, turning the monster and the Magus completely to ashes, leaving the latter dead without even realizing who had killed it.

He wasn't acting out of any desire to protect Ning Tao; rather, if a student from his school were dragged away in handcuffs by the police, he, as the headmaster, would lose all his dignity.

Nine years had flown by in an instant. Things remained, but the people were gone—where were the heroes? They were nothing more than poison descending from the sky.

He spoke with such growing enthusiasm that his eyes shone brightly; looking at him now, he seemed utterly covetous of this Grand Dual Feast.

"Nuan Nuan, is this really a good idea? It's too dangerous, we should all go together," a male voice protested, voicing his disapproval.

Pythagoras was an ancient giant in the history of mathematics who established a mysterious organization on the island of Samos, combining science, religion, and philosophy. In modern terms, this organization most likely represented the legendary "Church of Science."

If this wedding were to have any regrets, it would surely become a regret of a lifetime. A wedding happens only once, and he refused to let Zhang Qiqi feel unsatisfied in any aspect.

There was still time, and Shen Qi had a clear goal: to break into the national finals of this mathematics league and strive to win a national gold medal.

However, not long after, upon catching sight of the mighty human army, he turned tail and bolted just the same.

"We're both men, it's merely a mutual appreciation between heroes. What on earth are you imagining?" One look at that dead girl's eyes told him she was plotting no good.

Therefore, after hanging up the phone, she stepped out of the hospital room to wander around, hoping for a chance to bump into her son.

Ye Xinhuan was somewhat uncertain about the exact timeline. She carefully estimated which dynasty in the world of later generations her current era corresponded to, but after pondering for a long time, she still could not figure it out.

Ximen Shengtian simply plopped down directly, too lazy to argue further, and shouted with irritation.

"What does this have to do with our beastly forms?" Simba raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding. Among the beastman tribes, the differences between various beast clans were not viewed with such intense concern.

"Mirror Moon Courtyard has prepared dinner. If Your Highness doesn't mind, we can move there." Yue'er did not wait for Jin Rui to reply; she stepped forward, hooked her arm through his, and half-dragged him over to Mirror Moon Courtyard.

As for his departure from the Wanpeng Sect, he wasn't worried at all; before making his move, he had already received a telepathic transmission from the Second Sect Master.

"Big sister, what do you want from me?" Yao Chengwu said with an innocent expression. Many people walked past at this moment, but few dared to come over and gawk. "It's nothing, your sister has been a bit tight on cash lately, look at this~!" Xu Jing stared unpleasantly at Yao Chengwu.

"Alright, you guys head out first! I have some matters to discuss with Mr. Yan!" Tang Jian said.

After saying that, she and Shi Yi walked into the room to pack their things, leaving behind a baffled Fei Liangyan. The IOU had always been kept on his person; when had he ever handed it over to Ling'er? And furthermore, when was he ever going to marry Ling'er?

Following the cue from the other naval representatives, Sato stated, "Principal Chen, you may now hand over all the blueprints to us, and the Harbin incident shall end here."

Two of the three battleships of the Russian Pacific Fleet had been sunk: the *Nikolai* went down under the gunfire of the *Longwei*, the *Siberia* was rammed and sunk by the *Haichou*, and the final battleship of the Russian Pacific Fleet managed to escape heavily damaged.

The crucial segment of the Monarch's Enthronement Ceremony thus came to a temporary close. Next up came the delegations from various sentient races to offer their congratulations. Following that, the Elephant Clan would host a grand banquet to entertain the visiting guests from all tribes.

Dong Zhanyun bit down hard, his spiritual power attempting to infiltrate the opponent's communication zone in order to pinpoint their exact location. The figure in green grabbed the figure in red and departed without looking back.

The master of the Xuan Yin Sect wore a gloomy expression, his voice grating like claws dragging across glass. He could naturally perceive Chen Yi's strength at the first stage of Battle Qi; as someone at the fifth stage, he indeed possessed the qualification for such arrogance, but what he failed to realize was that Chen Yi was no ordinary first-stage Battle Qi practitioner.

Similarly, Dongjiang Town had also received instructions prior to the arrival of the eagle-matchlock guns, training a batch of soldiers and essentially completing the preparations for a musketeer corps.

"How is this possible? The Invincible Divine Light couldn't even block it for a single instant! Is the gap between a Tier 1 god and an ordinary god really this vast?" Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted drastically as he cast another stream of defensive divine light toward Bibi Dong.

In any case, the Third Hokage had never provided a concrete definition of the Will of Fire; whatever he declared the Will of Fire to be, that was precisely what it was.

Fortunately, due to the previous Konoha reforms, power had been decentralized. Otherwise, if Jiraiya had to handle a workload dozens of times greater than a year ago now, he would have lost every last strand of hair trying to process it.