We will have plenty of time to spend together in the future.

Zhou Jiqing turned his head to look at a middle-aged man on his left, a displeased expression on his face. This man was his nephew, named Zhou Xiaomin. Ever since graduating from medical school, he had always stayed by Zhou Jiqing's side, and he was now the chief physician of the neurology department. The two of them shared an extremely close relationship.

Just as Wang Dade was shaken off, Engineer Zhang, who had been hiding in the office building all along, ran down in a panic, looking utterly soul-devoured.

Upon hearing Liang Shan's assurance, Miao Jie's tightly strung heartstrings finally relaxed, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face as she spoke.

He looked at the way Su Jinsheng was observing him—a gaze mixed with calm and deep inquiry—and suddenly, he did not know how to begin.

"You are truly the worst." Her face flushed completely red from his enthusiastic sucking, and Kimura Shiai hurriedly buttoned up her clothes.

"Chief, the Dragon Subjugation unit is my home! Whenever others say such things, they are false, but what I say is true. My fiancée is still in Dragon Subjugation; if I go back, what will happen to her? Aren't you forcing us to live apart in different places?" Mule replied with a comical and absurd tone.

Yet, as so much time had passed, Lin Qingyuan had not shown any signs of harboring a double heart. Therefore, although Shen Huo was consumed by deep suspicions, he could only forcefully suppress them all in the bottom of his heart. Now, brought up once again by Lin Qingyuan, those doubts resurfaced, churning and leaving Shen Huo in a state of utter restlessness.

"I have a way to cure him." Qingyu did not ask about the cause and effect, knowing the aristocratic circles were extraordinarily chaotic anyway. As for whether he would believe what she said, that was entirely up to him.

Only now did he realize that he had simply never had the opportunity to undergo a true transformation. Yet this time, accidentally transmigrating into such a ghostly place had surprisingly brought the Horned Tiger immense benefits, causing it to sprout a pair of milky-white dragon horns.

In front of her best friend, she had always spoken her mind without reservation. However, regarding the old master's kidnapping attempt, she turned it over in her mind and ultimately decided not to tell Bai Bei, lest he worry about her once again.

Saying this, with a squelch, he directly pulled the dagger out of Liu San's thigh, sending a violent spurt of fresh blood flying into the air.

The dense forests stretched endlessly. Because of the nearby hot spring streams, the region remained spring-like even through the four seasons. Deep within the thickets, primitive barbarian tribes lay dormant. Though called the icy-cave Yilou, their people stood "a zhang tall," and they were definitely not of the same race as the Yilou.

Following that, branches mysteriously sprouted from the ground, identical to the sacred tree transformed by the avatar of Nangong Mu, all of them shimmering in pure gold.

Before it could even rub against him, the back of its neck suddenly tightened, and it was hoisted straight up by the scruff of its neck.

Qin Feng sat similarly on a chair, sizing up Engels. This was a sturdy man—that was his first impression. If he were not a merchant but a martial artist, Qin Feng might have easily believed it, yet his muscle-bound face carried the smooth sophistication characteristic of merchants. Qin Feng had encountered many such people in the past.

Aside from the "Pseudo-Ultimate Battle Phase" holding the enemy in check, the other Hegemon Battle Phase, Xingtian Battle Phase, and primordial Chaos Battle Phase were each taking on three opponents at once.

Everyone was astonished and incredulous. Dugu Qieluo asked in surprise, and by the end of her sentence, her tone carried a hint of teasing.

Li Muqing shifted the Yin-Yang Sword slightly further onto his back. Although he had disguised his appearance, this Yin-Yang Sword had not been disguised at all. Fortunately, when the sword remained unwithdrawn, it looked almost identical to any ordinary blade, and the faint Tai Chi symbol on the hilt would go unnoticed unless one looked extremely closely.

At this moment, within the arena of the Talent Recruitment Pavilion, a strongman had come to apply, demonstrating his skill by wrestling with a bull.

Yet as those streams of fresh blood gushed forth, he caught sight of strands of golden energy surging toward him, continuously pouring in like a breached flood embankment.

Lian Yunsheng went upstairs to help out as usual, only to find that Lian Guanghan had cleaned with extraordinary meticulousness today, leaving not even a speck of floating dust in the corners of the courtyard.

Yun Qi was Zhu Yuanzhang's personal eunuch, conveying Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial edict. Although he was a palace attendant, no one dared to look down upon him.

Lian Yunsheng decisively stepped off the rock, yet stayed closely hidden behind it. Since the flying petals could only strike in a straight line, they instantly lost their effect against Lian Yunsheng.

Deng Yu truly lived up to his reputation as one of the six founding dukes. Not only was his personal martial prowess extraordinary—ranking just below the absolute top tier of Xu, Tang, and Chang, having reached the peak of the fourth realm—but he was also exceptionally skilled in leading troops and governing an army.

Following the academy tutor's instructions, all the students went home to inform their families, and then returned with various items needed for the journey.

Being the one who gets beaten is far easier than being the one who throws the punches. It simply proves one fundamental truth: beating others is exhausting physical labor.

As for when he wanted to make a move, his own new trump card would already be fully formed, and by then, he might not fear his opponent at all.

The best approach was to let Lu Chen voluntarily hand it over on his own accord, allowing him to smoothly go along with the flow, acquiring the treasure while also reaping a pristine reputation.

Although his speech was a bit clumsy and he was not good at expressing himself, his heart was filled with sincere devotion. If once wasn't enough, he would try twice; if ten times failed, he would try a hundred times.

The latter could become a legendary poet whose name echoed through history, while the former could only end up as a king of street-corner nursery rhymes.

Whoa! Accompanied by a miserable shriek, the steed collapsed to the ground, and its rider tumbled far away, only managing to groan a couple of times. Suddenly, more than a dozen figures inexplicably appeared on the scene, every single one of them casting piercing, fierce gazes.

"What good is having someone back you up? What matters is that he treats you with genuine sincerity. How has the Huo family been these past few days? I want the truth." She had promised herself she would no longer meddle in the affairs of the Huo family, yet she still found herself uncontrollably yearning for news. No matter how unreliable Huo Xian might be or how incompetent Huo You was, how could family ties be severed just by saying the word?

It took Wang Yong a long time to regain his senses, by which time He Yushan had already vanished without a trace. With his thick skin, that slap did not particularly hurt, but it felt utterly baffling to receive it out of nowhere. Furthermore, there was bound to be a red mark left on his face—how on earth was he supposed to explain this when he got back?

He Lang held a glow stick, paving the way ahead. The two of them, one following the other, walked straight into the stone tunnel before them.

"There's no particular hurry. I'd rather see how Shangguan Youmeng and Huo Chengjun actually plan to arrange this banquet." Within his smile lay a thinly veiled expression of malicious intent.

"What kind of freakish demon are you?" The lion-tiger beast spat out the black mud in its mouth, shook the gravel from its entire body, and roared alertly at the young human boy.

With Yan Shaoqing, Wu Yi, Qian Tong, and the master of Green Spirit Island guarding it, coupled with an eighth-tier Void Realm protective array, the Flying Fox Valley could be described as impregnable. The most urgent task, however, was to elevate the strength of the others first.

Liu Zhen whirled his long spear in front of him, creating blossoming spear-flowers under the moonlight. The tip of the spear flickered between illusion and reality as he thrust toward Meng Huo. Meng Huo was dazzled by the display, unable to decipher Liu Zhen's routine, and let out a loud roar, swinging his heavy saber to hack directly at the spear-flowers.

Zhao Yun and Zang Ba followed behind the three hundred thousand Goguryeo able-bodied men, acting as the logistics troops. Three hundred thousand people formed an overwhelming, earth-shaking mass that spread out like a plague of locusts, practically scouring the southern part of Buyeo clean. Upon receiving the report, the King of Buyeo cursed Liu Zed for his shamelessness, gathered a massive army to hold the central defense line, and prepared for a decisive battle against the Han forces.

When Liu Bingyi arrived at the Huo residence, Bing Ji, Zhang Anshi, Du Yannian and others were already waiting beside Huo Guang's bed. Each of them had given strict orders that news concerning Huo Guang must not be delayed by even a moment, simply terrified they might miss bidding a final farewell to their old friend.