22 Give me back my fluffy bread!

Just as he was planning to make his move and take Jing Shuying into custody, a disturbance suddenly erupted in the woods nearby. All the seals once laid by the Fifth Emperor had collapsed, and strange energy fluctuations rippled through the world from time to time, all evidence that a supreme being was awakening.

"Oh, go on, take a guess! If you get it right, I'll tell you!" the Broken Sword replied, its voice playful and excited.

Xiao Chen let out a cold snort, and the broken sword in his hand instantly transformed into a streak of light, piercing the last remaining Heaven Realm Tier 2 expert on the field.

Jing Shuying sat on the beach chatting animatedly with Han Jia and Gao Qingshui, completely ignoring Chu Zhiyao.

"You are a native of this world, so you probably don't know how I arrived here. Sigh, forget it; you wouldn't understand even if I told you," Duan Liangjie sighed.

Gu Xinjue’s injuries had healed and his state of mind had calmed, but he had suffered a severe loss of vital energy and was somewhat short of breath. Still, for someone at his level of cultivation, as long as there was a breath left, he could force himself to maintain full strength.

Yet, just as everyone thought Zhang Ye was doomed, the mace swinging toward him stopped dead the moment it brushed against his scalp.

"If you are truly unwilling, I will not force you. However, you wouldn't be keeping those robots of yours, would you?" Xiao Yu had never forgotten the monstrous capabilities of the white robot, and he was determined to seize this opportunity to press his case.

"What do we do now? Feng’er hasn’t returned yet. If he does come back and actually brings his friends, wouldn’t that just endanger that powerful magical beast and trap Feng’er in a situation of injustice?" Feng knitted his brows, unable to smooth them out for a long time.

There was truly nothing to be done here. Taking Gu Feng back was the right choice; even though Nian Meirou was injured, she was, after all, a six-star healer and far more capable than Qiao'er.

Suddenly, over sixty clones appeared, each possessing the same attack power as Zhang Ziye, once again demonstrating the mighty power of the "Chinese Reaper" amidst the crowd of European players.

"We owe this to the old commander, which is why you must marry Qin Ming." Tang Guozhong did not know how to explain the past, and that matter could not be leaked as it concerned national secrets.

Sometimes, hatred cannot solve problems. All we can do is discard the hate, learn to let go, and learn to try to love.

So that was it. No wonder the man was so devoted—Ouyang Jin had once saved him, giving him a chance and a choice.

Sensing that he was caught between two forces, Xiao reacted immediately. He did not seek to dodge widely, only to evade the two energy beams on their current trajectory.

With profound energy leaking out, five halos swirled around the man. His cold expression, combined with his displayed strength, placed immense pressure on Gu Feng’s side.

Jeers erupted from the audience. Le Mei gnashed her teeth in hatred, but the act of clenching them caused her such pain that she wailed, pointing at Le Bing as if she wanted to tear her apart. No one paid her any mind, however.

"So the Princess is here as well. My apologies for the rudeness, Ning Xi." Noticing Si Fengyue’s attitude, Qiao Ningxi offered a haughty smile. Though her words were respectful, her expression held no trace of it.

"It is of no consequence. The whips were boiled in the pot beforehand, and the water in that bucket is brine," Zhu Da replied nonchalantly.

"You disagree?" Le Bing tilted her head slightly, appearing reasonable, though her eyes grew increasingly cold.

In his dreams, his father haunted him all night, weakly giving instructions from his hospital bed, leaving him filled with dread until morning.

At the general medical station, several beautiful young nurses looked at Han Ce. Their eyes lit up the moment they recognized him.

Staring at the empty, burning campfire, Xie held some dry rations in his hand, asking with a desolate tone.

After settling Ling Moxiang, Yu Weiyin went to Baili Wuchen’s room to await news.

After that day, Baili Wuchen took his leave, while Bao Rong remained in the royal court to discuss grain supplies and handle the affairs regarding Baili Yuluo.

"If you are all cowards who fear death, then leave. I am going to save my master. If anyone tries to stop me, we shall fight to the death," Guo Xian said with a dark face.

With a single slash, Otsutsuki Hamura’s body flickered again, becoming completely transparent. His aura withered, and he appeared on the verge of collapse.

This time, riding his husky, he searched the entire Autumn Forest, scouring it inch by inch.

As a genius of the Hyuga clan and a prodigy of this generation in Konoha, Hyuga Neji considered himself the strongest among his peers and naturally harbored resentment in his heart.

The magic spider was dead, yet it still unleashed all its venom in a final attempt to take someone down with it.

No wonder she felt hot. This was no longer winter; it was as if spring had arrived. People around her were wearing thick clothing, but many had already shed their cotton coats and sweaters, wearing only thin layers.

After reading the letter, Madam Lu burned it. It was a secret military dispatch, a method of communication used by the Huo Family Army. He remembered it, and she remembered it too.

The scales that opened and closed on its body seemed to possess a life of their own, each one undulating slowly. If only a single scale were moving, it would be nothing, but this was different.

Ordinary mortals who consumed such things would accelerate their "corpse transformation," turning into half-corpse, half-human, or half-ghost, half-demon monsters in the shortest possible time.