61. The Deities Grant Me Their Aid (Three Updates, 11,000 Words, Seeking Monthly Votes)

Lin Mubai never expected that upon hearing the words “Drunken Three,” Ye Lingyun would react with such agitation, a storm of suspicion brewing in her heart. Just before leaving, as she passed by, she flung out a sentence, words squeezed through clenched teeth.

Although Sheng Yueping was not the eldest brother, his flamboyant personality made him even more well-known than the head of the family, Sheng Tianhao. Not only was he a pillar of strength in the waning years of the Liao Dynasty, but he was also the founder of Western Liao, known as Emperor Dezong of Western Liao.

While waiting for Rong Jingchen to return, the servants, trembling with fear, hurried to remove his clothes from that evening, constantly wiping him down to lower his temperature.

Lin Mubai felt utterly drained, merely resting quietly in his arms, allowing him—face dark with anger—to carry her away from the Prince Yu’s residence. She ignored everyone around her, as if each and every person owed him millions.

Lin Weiwei knew Lu Xia was softhearted, but she didn’t think it was anything worthy of pity.

Once more, Qu Yiyi picked up her teacup and drained it in one gulp, then began searching through the bustling crowd for Meng Yue’s figure.

He bit down hard, his eyes blazing with fury, his lips split as if torn open, revealing a sly and malicious grin—he wished he could tear Jiang Xia, the one who had wounded him, to pieces.

So far, Lin Ying had only seen humans with three abilities; not a single animal had ever possessed three.

Meanwhile, gripping the guns he’d seized from Dragon Soar Tower, he fired wildly toward the Three K Party’s stronghold.

When Chu Fei returned to the villa, he was surprised to find that Fu Ziqing appeared perfectly calm, as though nothing had happened and nothing had been seen. Instead, it was Xiao Jing who regarded him with suspicion.

Yet Lin Dong had no mind for any of this now. Without hesitation, he instantly set his sights on the nearest target.

Leopard stood up, face twisted with rage, drew his handgun, and fired at Zhou Yi.

In the hours that followed, Nan Binghuai forced himself to push through his physical discomfort to finish two urgent tasks. Just as he caught his breath, Cheng Xuedong and Liu Xiaoguang arrived together in search of him.

“What’s the mission this time? Surely it’s not something that will get us killed, right?” Although Jiang Xia had already come to terms with the idea of death, he still preferred to avoid it if possible.

The towering wall was eerily silent, with nothing beneath his feet but the slow-drifting mist. Yet how could he be sure that any noise he made wouldn’t draw in evil spirits lurking nearby?

Qin Tian and his companions were led into a vast martial hall, already filled with people. Emperor Hirohito and several high-ranking Japanese ministers and officers were already seated.

“Breakfast? I’ve never eaten breakfast in my life. My day begins with lunch.” Lu Yiming sat up, then sank back onto the sofa.

Chang Zhizhou’s face turned ashen with anger; though he loathed Ling Feng to the core, he dared not show it in front of so many. Lan Ning, too, looked at Ling Feng, puzzled by his sudden appearance at the student council.

As time passed, Qiong Yu and the many selves within him frantically absorbed the primordial purple energy from the Earth Dragon’s body, while outside, the thunder tribulation grew ever more ferocious. It seemed that the more Qiong Yu absorbed, the more intense the tribulation became. Had he known, he would not have been so reckless.

In the end, Pei Yun Ge secretly opened her own computing office. Because of this, her mother was so angry that she refused to speak to her for a month.

Qiong Yu had just used his demon-swallowing skill to consume the beast when a brash voice sounded behind him, accompanied by a gust of wind and a faint fragrance. Frowning, he turned to face the burly man.

When a user finishes a ride and locks the bike, the cloud system can match their ride time and distance, then calculate the appropriate fee to charge.

She hadn’t seen Gu Ze since morning, and she had a vague feeling it was somehow related to the previous blackout in the auditorium.

She wanted to tell the world about this competition, to showcase the achievements of every team after half a month of training.

Monkey and Gongsun Ye had already been waiting outside for some time, along with the two leaders of the faction they had taken hostage.

Though I’d already guessed Ye Shanshan would break up with me, I still couldn’t accept it—some things can’t be prepared for.

Fang Bai took the pickaxe, and this time extracted even more energy, reaching level seven, and formed a card. He was surprised; it was rare to obtain a reusable trade item rather than one to be sold.

They were deeply ashamed—truly mortified. If the Securities Regulatory Commission’s intervention exceeded the scale of hundreds of billions, it would certainly have some effect on the stock market.

I swatted away the finger he was pointing at me. “You bastard Zuo Chao, I’ll kill you!” As I spoke, my fist was already swinging toward him.

“I remember it all now. Daji, you are my wife,” King Zhou rasped, his expression wracked with pain.

It was impossible not to notice—this was the only entrance to the thirty-six counties. What would the people of Tian Kui Hall think then?

At that moment, Si Luhen suddenly lowered his head, his lips brushing past Liunian’s ear, whispering something only she could hear.

Huangfu Yi waited a long time but Murong Xue never came to see him. With a cold face, he went to her room and knocked lightly, but there was no response. He gently opened the door and found her sprawled carelessly on the bed, not even covered by a blanket, curled up tightly.

And if Old Man Ye was truly so capable, why didn’t he step forward when trouble befell the village?

Their primary means of attack was the bow—it minimized damage to the hides. The arrows Old Nine had commissioned were made to pierce armor, mixed with gold paulownia wood, each with a destructive power above 900, crafted specifically for hunting demon bulls.

Most of the people in the market town were drifters, disciples of the martial world, all dreaming of one day being accepted into the Xuan Yun Sect.

Those in front hadn’t even reacted before those behind began surging forward, closing what little space there was between them until none remained.

He had been here far too long; suffocated by loneliness, he longed for life outside. So when he discovered a way out, he was ecstatic. Nan He appeared at the very moment he was most determined, and so he cast the Enchantment Curse upon her.

Three voices, utterly distinct from each other and from before, rang out, stirring the blood of every examinee present.