Volume 1, Chapter 23: Even Your Lips Have Grown Thin

Veterans understand the mindset of a recruit; everyone knows that being a soldier means going to war, but what kind of soldier are you if you don't practice combat?

The Heges representative refused to admit their involvement, but the European Union delegates were unanimous in their belief that Heges was the primary culprit.

"It should be them. But there are only those few people at the airport; could there be other troops stationed there? Or perhaps, is there one Allied unit tasked with protecting both sides?" Wan Yijian muttered to himself.

The fat man shook his shoulders, trying to lift his arm to take the cup of clear water, but his shoulders simply wouldn't cooperate, failing to budge even an inch.

After exiting the complex mountainous terrain, Jing Moxuan's phone was confiscated by Feng Yige, and now he couldn't contact anyone. After walking a distance, a stationary black sedan honked its horn. Jing Moxuan walked forward, not expecting the person stepping out of the car to be Ximen Jingyan.

Zuo Panyu was stuck in the crowd, caught in a dilemma. Just as he was frowning, several recruits spotted Lord Zuo.

Although Li Nan sensed something was amiss, he immediately turned around, abandoning his gun and swinging his mountain-clearing machete in a backhand strike.

Thunder is heard in the silence; spring is listened for in the depths of the soul. Boundless flying flowers are as light as a dream; fine rain at the horizon is as precious as oil. Following the wind, it enters the night, moistening all things in silence. The spring breeze dares to prune the willows; the night rain secretly moistens the flowers. Is a flower not a flower? Is a dream not a dream? Is the moon hazy, and the birds even more so? Does the spring scenery intoxicate one behind the curtains?

"Young Master, you don't know, those few days you were in a coma, you kept your teeth tightly clenched and couldn't take any food or water; it worried us to death!" As he spoke, Lu Ning's eyes turned red again.

"An eighty-nine percent probability." Jing Moxuan’s thin lips parted as he uttered the number.

"If something happens, don't just stand there waiting like a fool. Run, find a safe place to hide, and take good care of yourself. No matter where you hide, I will always be able to find you." He gasped heavily as he spoke.

"Contestants, a total of thirty-two participants died yesterday. Added to the previous day's tally, more than fifty people have died in just two days. Given this situation, although casualties are inevitable in competition, I still ask that you try not to take any more lives!" The Master of Miaoyun Studio flew into the air and announced loudly.

"Huh?" Grimmjow turned his head abruptly, having already sensed the arrival of Zenzu and the others.

Madam Ji Zheng paused, stopped arguing, and merely ordered the servants to properly attend to the Sixth Master in the side hall for a rest.

After He Chengcun finished speaking, I thought for a moment and said, "If this Seven-Treasure item is so important, then give it to him, as long as you return Li Xinhua's body and soul to me."

Choices: perhaps we encounter many choices in our lives. For instance, when we go to school, we choose which institution to attend; when we work, we choose which career to pursue, and so on. Countless choices accompany us as we grow up and grow old, but if one step is chosen wrongly, the results can be worlds apart.

The World-Breaker appeared in Lin Tian's left hand, suddenly growing to over a meter in height. Lin Tian placed his right hand on the bowstring and slowly drew it back. The golden arrow, which had been darting along the bow body like a stream of light, suddenly had its tail appear between Lin Tian's right index finger and thumb, with the arrowhead aimed at Hong Gu's direction.

The Cultivation World's Dao Discussion Conference, to put it bluntly, is a competition between disciples of various sects. Although all sects in the cultivation world are allowed to participate, those who can truly stand on the conference stage are few and far between.

I agreed with Wang Laoqi's idea. "If you can't win, run" has always been my motto, but his words were met with a simultaneous "Tch" from the other three.

Taking a deep breath, a faint yellow glow shimmered on Lin Tian's body, enveloping his entire form and his binoculars.

Watching Lang Tianhai trapped deep within the formation-within-a-formation, the weak-looking Qin Yan bared his teeth and said with great resentment.

Gong Moli looked at the man before him. He always understood him; perhaps he had seen through him from the very beginning, just standing on the sidelines watching him struggle, supporting him at critical moments. Rather than saying General Yao saved him during those several crises, it would be more accurate to say that he firmly believed in him.

The fat security guard poked his head out to look and grumbled, "Damn it! Just because they have a bit of filthy money, is it necessary to be this arrogant and snobbish every time they come?" As he said this, he had completely forgotten how he had treated Yue Qi at noon.

After saying this, he continued to sit down and rest, watching the movements of the several Envoys. The Vermilion Bird Envoy and the Black Tortoise Envoy also stopped speaking, each glaring at the other.

The three of us looked at each other, knowing exactly what was going on. This was to save us the trouble of running away. They didn't even need people to watch us.

Sigh, when did I acquire an enemy? Could it be that I, Chu Wei, have reached the point where my fame attracts trouble? And Prince Cheng, he really is training in the military. Was this just Chu Qiang's scheme? Why didn't Prince Duan participate? Is it that he doesn't know, or is it the Emperor's intention?

Huang Taiji and Amin dismounted and arrived at the main hall, where they saw several people wearing kimonos waiting in the side hall.

"Her? Very well!" Although Ying Tao didn't believe it, Feng Qianxun's gaze made him choose to trust her once.

After Jiang Bihan took the note, Xu Maoxian thought to himself that for this celebration, he would let Deng Yijie come forward, and he himself would not participate.

Sima Jinghong's hand had already reached into her dress, gently wandering across her chest while breathing softly against her neck.

Since those prisoners of war had become "one of us," Yuan Faseng naturally wouldn't be stingy with grain and medical supplies. Within a few days, this mighty army was reformed, and Yuan Faseng, unable to endure even one more day, left Pengcheng. Together with Zhu Yi, he departed Xuzhou for Jiankang.

She walked over and touched it, only to discover that its whole body was scalding hot. If a person had this temperature, it would be a fever.

The commotion from yesterday had caused too much turmoil in Pengcheng, and had also indirectly created a rift between him and the family of Yuan Faseng, who had vaguely been leaning toward him.

The bloody gashes seemed to be the weak points of those sand zombie worms. The shrieking bullets darted into their bloody maws, causing the sand zombie worms to emit a terrifying, sharp cry. The two sand zombie worms we focused on seemed to have been heavily wounded, crashing to the ground with a 'boom' before retreating back beneath the sandy ground.

I seemed to suddenly realize that perhaps at first, Ma Xin was also acting under orders or had reached some kind of cooperation with An Huan, which is why she did that. However, later, Ma Xin discovered some foul play, rebelled, and then rescued me.