Volume One, Chapter 47: Useless! Shoot!

Meng Chuanqing felt something binding his hands. He struggled a little, and to his surprise, the restraints loosened. A thought flashed through his mind: could it be that Xia Xingchen was helping him on purpose? He kept his composure, glanced around, and asked, “Where is Xia Xingchen?” Yan Shangci shook her head to indicate she didn’t know.

“That’s good, that’s good. Saves him from stirring up trouble everywhere.” He looked at me and continued.

It was as if his words hit a sore spot for Nan Wushi—she trembled involuntarily. How long could she keep up the pretense?

“Stop, stop, it really hurts, I think I’ve hurt my tailbone…” Jun Ying, who said this, looked bereft and on the verge of tears. She glanced up at the sink, only to discover the faucet was broken and spraying water.

At this moment, Jun Ying, utterly weak, leaned against Luo’s chest, cursing him thoroughly in her heart since she had no strength left.

Li Yun’s lips curled into a cold smile. The Hall of Annihilation truly wasn’t so easily deceived. Only by passing such tests could one be considered to have truly entered. The first step was to check if their backgrounds were clean—if any were spies from the Blood Sea Temple, they would be found out at this stage.

Xuan Zimo gazed at the vast, darkening thunderclouds on the horizon, like a giant demon with jaws wide open, roaring as it struck mercilessly at Lin Xiao.

Chu Youcai immediately felt his soul trembling with an indescribable thrill, nearly bursting into a triumphant shout.

She truly disliked those who, after making a mistake, refused to straightforwardly admit their wrongdoing and insisted it wasn’t intentional in the end.

Xiao Chen looked a little helpless, but didn’t dwell on it—at least, not for now.

Qin Ye had discovered that Li Muyou’s son had been lying in the hospital for half a year, but with Gu Xihong there, it wasn’t his place to step in.

In the living room, Jin Rong sat comfortably on the sofa, a cup in one hand and a plate in the other, savoring a freshly made caramel latte.

At some point, Xi Zijun had already released her, pulling her protectively to his side, and the two walked straight out the door.

The entire region felt like a continent forgotten in some corner—eerily quiet, without the tense, dangerous air of the Beast Tribe’s land. There was only a sense of desolation. From the sky, those odd, colossal buildings seemed close, but once they were back on the ground, the two realized just how unimaginably far away they truly were.

Though she had fallen first and her actions might seem forward, she held his bank card and wore his ring—so, Long Xin refused to admit it. She believed they were in love, and love knows no boundaries.

Look at the current situation: Aunt has countless complaints about Su Xinnuan, and it’s rare that Su Xinnuan offered to cook for them herself—how could they not be pleased?

Xiao Chen broke out in a cold sweat, tightly clamped his mouth shut, and held his breath, yet still felt it would be impossible to escape unscathed.

The reason there was no attack at the moment was mainly because the appearance of the Enchantress of the Underworld had drawn everyone’s attention. Mu Yi seized this opportunity to let the Bamboo of Time absorb the Yin-Yang Jade. This would not only allow it to ascend to a life-bound artifact, but also quell much of the surrounding greed.

With a kick, the bayonet was knocked aside. The bullets had all been fired, and just as the gunman was about to reload, a tomahawk came whistling down toward the emperor’s head.

Aola chose to lower his head—not out of cowardice, but because of the circumstances. Ji An’s flurry of wild punches had easily shattered the original order of Rib Street. Now with Sodil in power, Aola wanted to survive and remain the boss, so he could only ask Ji An for help.

“What’s going on? Why did the Holy Grail Battlefield just upgrade a couple of days ago, and now this again?” In the office, Lin Zonghui stared attentively at one screen after another, reviewing them repeatedly, though his eyesight was rather poor.

Sang Jinyue saw that the direction was right where she often went—a vast patch of wild orchids, her favorite spot on Qiyun Mountain besides the wisteria.

She donned the cat paw gloves. The delicate texture rivaled skin, didn’t hurt the hands, and was durable. Ji An began to handle his first piece of jade.

“I’ll set sail tomorrow. Until I return, make your own decisions. If anything involves the authorities, discuss it with Luo Xuechen.” Sang Jinyue reminded once more.

“I understand.” Gu Yu, seeing that Tang Youran hadn’t answered his question after a long moment, simply said this and turned to leave the classroom.

A gunshot rang out. The grenade launcher was pierced by a bullet midair, exploding in a thunderous blast. Time, which moments before seemed frozen, resumed its flow, and people stared in astonishment, at a loss for how to react.

He waited until the other had left, but Mu Yi still hadn’t recovered from his daze. Sun Buyan? What did he have to do with him?

Just as he wanted to rest, he heard his classmates exclaiming in surprise as they ate lunch in the classroom.

The army camp stretched for miles, accommodating over a hundred thousand soldiers with all the necessary weapons, tents, and supplies.

That man’s reaction was swift. Just before Huang Yu’s sword struck his neck, he managed to throw up a defense. Huang Yu’s blade only wounded him rather than killed, but the force was so great it sent him hurtling downward.

The third letter was sent to Grand Scholar Kong Ce of the Holy City. Lu Ming had visited the Holy City many times, thanks to Kong Ce’s help and care.

“I’m not sure of the details, but I’ve thought about it. With what I know, the only way I can attempt to understand it is through the laws of thermodynamics,” Yang Siqi said with a smile.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept over me. The room seemed to spin. Worst of all, nausea hit—dry heaves racked my throat, burning like fire. I couldn’t help curling up on the sofa, cold sweat streaming down my forehead.

Though he spoke thus, his tone implied he didn’t really believe Lu Ming could defeat Lei Kunfeng alone. After all, none present had witnessed it themselves, so naturally, they suspected the Liang Kingdom had exaggerated his deeds.

“Where do we go from here?” Kate looked around—the world was all white snow, not a shadow in sight.

As for Eri, on the way home just now, Chen Yu had quietly asked Arisa, and learned that Eri would also be coming tonight.