Ninety-Three: Superhero, Part Two

At the fifty-seventh minute, Real Madrid produced the closest attempt to a goal seen in the match so far.

Lin You and Fen Tian were already in the final stages of their battle. Fights at their level never lasted long, for both sides fought with the resolve to either kill or be killed. Their strikes were merciless, and at times their techniques were nothing short of mutually destructive gambits.

Wu Rushi paid no heed to what he was thinking. Seeing that Ji Feiran had no other issues, she simply lifted him up and flew straight toward Fallen Immortal Mountain.

Li Zhi gave the workers two taels of silver each month. If that amount could not buy a stone or even half a stone of grain, how were their families meant to survive? And how could the workers still have the heart to produce for Li Zhi?

The truck’s tailgate had already been lowered. Several workers from the service company were deftly removing the retaining bolts on the truck bed, and the forklift was already waiting beside it. Two German engineers jumped out of the business car following behind and came straight over to speak with the forklift driver.

Barcelona equalized at 1-1 through Bartra’s goal from a corner, and their momentum immediately improved.

Though Tian Xin was terribly worried, in that moment she still did not think to run. Perhaps weak by nature, she simply did not know what refusal or resistance meant. All she knew was how to apologize and silently endure.

Seeing the Mongols of the Eight Banners and the Outer Mongols shrinking back and fleeing, Yoto and Hooge exchanged a look, both filled with contempt. These Mongols were bandits through and through, always seizing a bushel of grain first if they could, never thinking of the long term. No wonder the Great Qing had been able to break them one by one and bend them to its will.

Was it because, in Xiao Shaoyun’s heart, Cheng Huan and the Xu family’s kindness to him was not really out of affection or loyalty at all, but only for Cheng Huan’s seat as empress?

Just when it had seemed Barcelona, with so few tall players, would pose no threat to Real Madrid’s goal, Tang Zheng was impeded by Busquets at the near post and failed to meet the ball, while Bartra, only six feet one, charged in from behind and rose above Pepe to head at goal.

He slept until three in the morning the next day, when Kong Rigang called for the night-shift nurse to bring him some porridge. After putting on his helmet, he resumed the battle.

Even after entering the game, Kong Rigang was still thinking about that earlier chat that had left him in such an awkward state.

The courtyard was not large, but it had everything. There were four rooms in all, and the three of them slept in this courtyard, leaving one room still empty.

Rosen finally landed on the rock. Silently apologizing to the wind wolf, he exchanged a glance with Sasha, then continued charging toward the Fire Salamander King. He intended to make the most of the final minute and deal as much damage as possible.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a timid figure at the end of the path—the cream-haired boy who had come with them?

In fact, the three of them were not far from the snake den where Lu Cheng was. In a straight line it was only about a mile and a half away, but with the mountain path so rough, even that not-so-great distance still took time to cover.

After hearing what Fu Ling said, Bei Zhan was momentarily at a loss for how to answer, and could only stare blankly at her.

The Northern Border Emperor had just awakened and was still weak, unable to deal with court affairs. Bei Zhan contacted Qing Zhi, requested leave, and decided to remain in the Northern Border Empire for this period, not returning to the academy.

Sasha immediately went to the academy’s upper ranks to verify the matter. Given the special circumstances of Sasha’s initial clash with Rosen, the academy ultimately did tell Sasha about Rosen, though she first had to sign a confidentiality contract.

Hearing this, Snaif grew excited again, though his excitement was mixed with deep astonishment and fear.

A slight smile curved Ze Yan’s lips. He sealed her mouth once more, lifted her into his arms, and carried her toward the bed. Behind them, the pale blue curtains slowly fell. When Ruoli opened her eyes, she found herself in Ze Yan’s palace.

As he stepped out of Old Chai’s Restaurant, the late-spring breeze drifted over, warm and sweet, carrying a faint fragrance in the air. In weather like this, in a season like this, it was truly perfect for a love affair unconcerned with gain or loss.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of blood mist rose from his body and swiftly enveloped the corpse of the winged demon on the ground. Moments later, the blood mist receded. Aside from a few streaks of blood that had not yet dried, the winged demon’s body had vanished without a trace.

“Since you want to take me as your disciple, is there anything you can teach me?” What concerned me most right now was only this. Ever since the fifth specialist class, I had been level 125 and had not learned a single new skill.

“Stop keeping us in suspense. Tell me first.” After the turmoil of the day, Chu Xiu was already at a loss. Hearing Yun Xian’s words now, she naturally could not wait.

I nodded, my heart suddenly beginning to pound. Could it be that the extra reward the system mentioned when I created my character was this? That would be far too much of a coincidence. It seemed today I was destined to shine brilliantly.

At the sound of a clear, cool voice calling her name, Chu Yunlian suddenly jolted awake. Yet what met her eyes was only darkness. In that instant she panicked; she could clearly hear someone calling her, but she could see nothing at all.

Crash—the door was kicked open from outside, and Wang Xuan immediately looked toward the doorway as if seeing a savior, toward Jin Yu and Ruoli.

From the maid’s mouth she learned that Long Yuze had actually wanted her to help treat Lady Yun, his mother.

He walked toward her with measured steps, blood running down his arm, along the blade, and dripping to the floor in a crimson trail.

Lin Yu was not worried, however, because although the man had seen through him, he had not exposed him. That meant he had no intention of having any dealings with Lin Yu, and Lin Yu was naturally pleased with that; it spared him much trouble.

After Lin Yu left the space of gods and demons, the sky outside had already begun to brighten. Yet he found that he felt nothing at all in his body, the searing pain in his hand gone, and the hand itself as nimble as ever.

In an instant, ghostly qi and blood qi erupted. The death of a legendary-level ghost child sent out a tremendously powerful disturbance, especially here in these mountains.