Volume One, Chapter 13: Alas, You Are Not His Type

“Boss Yang, just give me a direct price,” Boss Li said without further ado. This lamp definitely had a promising market.

On the human side, a group of psychics had finally managed to hold the fortress, and the commander issued orders simultaneously.

Shang Moze openly recounted his defeat in City A without embarrassment; after all, the opponent had carried the entire match on his own strength to claim ultimate victory.

Old Nine executed two backflips to dispel the countershock force, then silently landed beside Fu Zhongxing, holding a shield in one hand and a gun in the other, the gun’s tip coldly aimed at Fu Zhongxing.

For some reason, whenever she thought of Lan He, she always recalled Gui Yun. It hadn’t struck her before, but recently, the tone Lan He used when speaking to her was remarkably like Gui Yun’s.

Thus, everyone settled down, and several days passed with no alien machines appearing in the area, maintaining an uneasy calm.

No one expected that after abandoning Gaiyi and Meiyou, the two biggest star players, the Grizzlies actually improved. It proved that assembling star players was indeed a shortcut to victory, but not the only path.

Huang Shiyi sat on the sofa, restless as if sitting on pins and needles. He knew Lu Yan was right; through this battle, he understood Lu Yan’s strength and cunning. If Dayuan really fought them, they might not stand a chance. Cold sweat drenched his back; he found himself uncharacteristically panicked.

“Mr. Shu, Ling’er, these soul pills contain the purest soul power—absorb them quickly.” After three hours, the five stopped two thousand miles southeast of the Xue family, at the trial ground for Xue family youths. Jiang Dong had a ruthless plan to eliminate all the Xue youths coming here for trials.

Once assured of no immediate danger, Old Nine began examining his spoils, and what he saw truly felt like a dream.

A brilliant blue light burst forth again, illuminating the pitch-black surroundings, finally revealing Nie Feng, who had just reforged the last Water-Repelling Pearl, only to find himself enveloped in boundless darkness, with just a few luminous pearls emitting soft light.

By the way, it really wasn’t Cici who betrayed Luo Jinshi. In a few days, it wouldn’t be just any day, but the engagement banquet of Luo Jinshi and Ji Shangnan. On such an important occasion, Ji Shangnan would surely dress his bride beautifully.

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Although Lele felt wholeheartedly devoted to her passions, others saw her as somewhat neglecting her duties. After all, she was a senior high school student still finding time to learn the guzheng. Of course, apart from her best friend, no one else knew she was pursuing other interests.

Liu Yunfei tilted his head, looking disdainfully, “Do you realize how foul-mouthed you are? Go look in the mirror and see who’s more embarrassing.” A poisoned arrow struck a goblin warrior not far off, and Wu Le and the capricious young lady chose to forcibly leave the dungeon.

Zhan Tian was like a tiger emerging from the forest. With a sharp step, he lunged at Xiong Ba Tian. The giant sword swung, cutting off 9,320 health points. Then a shield bash knocked Xiong Ba Tian unconscious, dealing 15,000 damage.

Zi Ningshuang straddled my lap with long legs apart; we faced each other closely, her chest pressed tightly against mine, the fullness pressing so that I struggled to breathe.

“Hehe, I just bought this house recently! But I’ll still listen to you!” Wang Zixuan smiled.

Of course, everyone knew these 28 matches were mostly a formality—the real challenge lay in the next three knockout rounds.

The other four were utterly baffled; after Tang Chong’s scolding, all frowned, uncertain what his true intent was.

“Tomorrow night, you’re on watch—don’t want me to go out and accidentally burn myself!” the old rogue added.

“Don’t even think about it!” Huan Luo reached out with her right hand; the ancient sword that had been standing by the bedside suddenly came alive and flew swiftly into her grasp.

The Fifth Prince was always different from the Third Prince—his words were never empty promises. Since childhood, if he couldn’t accomplish something or lacked confidence, he would neither agree nor mention it.

She couldn’t help but glance at Xiao Youfu—just a look was enough for him to understand her meaning and surely investigate thoroughly.

“Uncertain, so we brought her back. We’ll know once she’s born,” Fei Yu said with a calm expression.

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Among those below, Xuan Zhenzi was the backbone of the entire team. Aside from him, there was Li Ning.

Before long, someone came to escort So-and-So and Lance. Guided by this person, they smoothly entered the Zhengze Hall. Unlike the enthusiastic reception they had received from the fake king last time, this time the legendary icy expression greeted them.

Tong Hanpeng smiled and pinched her increasingly delicate face, lightly sliding his hand along her fair neck, gently resting on her prominent bosom.

The Third Princess had never been touched since birth, so she was completely unguarded when Ah Feng approached. Hitting the person she chose was like slapping her own face, but hitting the person she selected was a vastly different matter.

“This weapon’s nothing special. Why does it feel like a common trinket sold at a street stall?” Huang Dan thought the sword was forged by Li Daniu and mocked it instinctively.

There was no need for her or anyone from the Mu family to say a word; otherwise, the queen would grow resentment toward the main branch. Everything returned to square one—good, very good.

That night, Lu Cheng brought Wan Lang to meet several distinguished young masters. He had drunk a bit too much and went to the restroom midway—not to relieve himself, but to wash his face and sober up.

“This isn’t how upright wrestling works,” Anthony chuckled, shaking his head. Suppressing the opponent and forcing them to concede is the victory condition in ground wrestling.