Volume One, Chapter 35: The Waitress Turns on the Charm

After exchanging several blows, Zhou Dao realized that Liu Feng’s skills were indeed impressive. Unfortunately, Liu Feng had never been through life-and-death struggles and was far less experienced than Zhou Dao.

Jin Jianyong merely smiled. On his back hung his own great ring-bladed saber, weighing more than two hundred pounds—the very weapon with which his former master, Mad Saber, had made his name.

“Go there?” Ji Yan raised his brows slightly as he looked at Bai Yan, clearly not understanding what Bai Yan meant.

“Han Yan, take me to see Yanxi...” Mu Yiyi said as she watched Qiao Han Yan through the mirror.

Ye Cheng was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead, while Shui Qing seemed to have already foreseen the result. She smiled faintly, her amber eyes clear and limpid.

“Then I can give up my title too!” Tears streamed down Wang Ruoyu’s large, watery eyes.

I had not expected Brother Iron Hand to care so much about his pride either. Watching him walk away with my phone, I knew he truly hoped for it—not because I had sought out Brother Strong, but because this method of training was undeniably effective: one grew through adversity and became stronger when faced with a stronger opponent. Brother Iron Hand understood that principle even better than I did.

Besides, princesses were generally married off for political alliances, so it was even more inappropriate to let Nalisa see her.

“Little Brother Xiao Yu, Sister will give you a bear paw!” Lanka picked up a bear paw from a Purple-Striped Ironhide Bear and placed it in Xiao Yu’s bowl.

Hua Xuanji understood that Bai Yan had said those things only to make her feel guilty. She wanted to stop thinking about it, yet she had to admit that it was true. All this time, Ye Hua had been the one sacrificing for her—and even now, he still was.

“Lin Zhi, don’t worry. We know that this world follows the law of the jungle. Even when we were ordinary people, we knew it was not entirely fair. Now that we have been given this opportunity, we will not be lazy. We will work hard to improve ourselves,” several of them said.

“What? You’re too afraid to speak to me in front of everyone?” Lana looked at Lu Qiyi with great satisfaction.

In the end, only Lu Qiyi, Guan Yang, and Zhang Yan managed to gather everything on the list and obtain tomorrow’s special reward.

The warmth flowing from Diemie’s palm somehow made Huaxin feel inexplicably secure, and her emotions gradually calmed.

“I don’t know either. I merely came here from the city where I used to live. That city was even worse than yours. I have no idea whether any rescue efforts exist. I think we should not place our hopes too high. We survivors can only save ourselves,” Lin Zhi said.

“If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost.” Hua Yutian stood before the window, his gaze resting on the brilliantly blooming flowers outside.

The battle continued ahead. The Shi family army maintained its orderly formation as it advanced steadily toward the broken bridge. Their long sabers came crashing down, and Mongolian cavalrymen fell from their horses one after another, blood gushing from their wounds.

Lin Siyu knew that her close friend was dealing with Lin Zhi. Now that Lin Zhi had asked to meet her, she already had a pretty good idea what was happening. Lin Zhi must have been unable to hold out any longer and wanted to beg for mercy.

The Moon God Temple was a dilapidated shrine. Inside stood a Tree of Fated Unions. It bore neither leaves nor flowers; countless branches hung down with red cords, said to bind the marriages of mortals.

After finally getting what he had wanted—abandoning everything to marry into the royal family and become her prince consort—he had spent all these years without a child. He had only just managed to persuade her to let go of her obsession and stop searching everywhere for doctors and remedies. She had even considered taking a concubine for him.

Guo Wanhua looked at her without saying a word. Whenever Qin Ziqing passed by, however, she would say something.

The young man walked along leisurely. With a casual flick of his finger, the shadow immediately swept toward the Third Elder Gu’s face. The Third Elder had long since been rendered completely immobile, and the blow struck him squarely in the face.

After a brief observation, he judged that these martial artists had only just arrived. They had merely begun speaking with Elder Jin and were currently exchanging information.

Wei Yu dared not imagine it. He then shook his head. He had only just embarked upon the path of cultivation; thinking about what lay beyond the Golden Core realm was far too unrealistic.

She had served Hu Liena for many years and naturally understood Jiang Ling’s temperament. Jiang Ling was easygoing and rarely spoke to her subordinates in a commanding tone. By saying this now, Jiang Ling clearly wanted to remain here alone. She naturally had no intention of insisting on staying to care for her. After bowing, she withdrew.

The Peng family, however, had only risen to prominence thirteen years ago. They must have employed no small number of shameful methods behind the scenes.

Yet when Chen Mo’s will took control of the body of this divine-evil lich and he saw his surroundings clearly, he was surprised to discover that this was yet another version of Earth.

Gong Zhan looked at her furious expression and had not expected this either. “Are you stupid? If Old Zhou had evidence, wouldn’t he have simply wiped those people out? But even if Xuhengzhou belonged to his family, if he dared to act without evidence, wouldn’t everyone tear him apart? After all, public opinion can be terrifying.”

There was nothing wrong with manufacturing weapons. Back then, his belief that advanced weapons should be produced to protect American soldiers had not been wrong in itself. He had simply been used by others.

Ziting felt someone pressing her head down firmly, leaving her no chance to break free.

When he heard this, Zhukov folded up the map and left the office with a heavy heart.

Someone here was actually collecting souls and then turning them into these grotesque things that were neither human nor ghost.

Any form of power could be converted into experience points before the system. That was Qi Tianshou’s greatest advantage.

“Does that feel good, child?” Pingte glanced at Sun Qian. By then, Sun Qian could no longer speak. Only continuous murmurs escaped his mouth, like those of a newborn infant, while his hands kept wandering over A-Yin’s body, seemingly intent on touching every part, every inch, and every fraction of her.