Chapter 27
He chose not to continue his futile resistance, instead immersing himself in the insights of that final moment, grasping the true nature of the Blood Calamity.
In truth, she had not yet sorted out her feelings regarding yesterday’s events. She could not clearly define her own state of mind, but she knew that her hesitation and anger did not stem from Li Chengjie’s identity.
After the sand worm had darted back and forth through the cavern for a while, Wu Yan spotted sand-people, who appeared to be on guard duty. A sharp shriek echoed from Agiya, and before long, she and the others led Wu Yan to a grand stone hall where many sand-people were already gathered.
Upon hearing that the Chanyu’s royal court had suffered the same fate, Mosa felt no sense of shared adversity; instead, a sense of schadenfreude took hold of him.
Yet they would never know the greatest secret of their world, for this world was nothing more than the dream of a gargantuan infant adrift in the infinite void.
Gu Feng had clearly sensed only the gentle, merciful aura of salvation emanating from it; how could it possibly be the most filthy and evil of existences?
As they spoke, the voices grew chaotic. Some even began calling for Meng Fan to be elected as an elder. Their words were sincere, not feigned, and the proposal gained the support of the crowd. As the clamor slowly died down, the disciples bowed to Su Pei.
"So you decided to save the Sect Master at the cost of your own life?" Zhao Gongming sighed with deep emotion. Even with the formidable power of a sage, the Master of Heaven still required rescue by Su Yuan.
In the head-on confrontation, the stout, short demon no longer risked using psychic attacks. Instead, he employed his immense demonic power to oppose the two Nightmare Ghosts, gradually gaining the upper hand.
Yet, just a mile from his destination, the bright, sunny sky was suddenly shrouded in a massive shadow. The hopeful green bamboo hut vanished before his eyes, replaced by a giant insect descending at breakneck speed.
"Now’s our chance!" The two men in black were pressed against the door, listening to the movement inside. Wood flung the door open, his other hand ready to strike with a dagger.
"Then thank you. By the way, please don't mention anything about me to Lanlan," Zhang Cuishan said.
"This is the most active time for these moles and spies. To survive, they have to prove their worth during this period, otherwise, they will be eliminated by their own kind or by other factions," Alan remarked.
"That’s no surprise, then." Wolf wiped the tears from his eyes after a yawn. "Then again, it really has nothing to do with us. We’re just left here to rot anyway!" The group laughed, not finding anything inappropriate in Wolf's words.
Fu Hui crashed heavily to the ground, an expression of utter disbelief on his face. He didn't even know what had happened; he only felt as if he had collided with something and been sent flying.
The most vocal among them was the Chancellor of the Valls Empire, who walked toward the Pope’s quarters while hurling insults, clearly intent on causing trouble if he didn't receive an explanation.
The attacks launched by these individuals, at this very moment, had completely collapsed.
"I understand, thank you!" In the pitying gaze of Goda, Alan walked over to Harry.
Xu Mo touched his left hand with the index finger of his right; a hint of gold appeared on the pebble, and soon, it was enveloped in golden light.
Xiaoyaozi nodded, then waved his right hand. Immediately, several men stepped forward, ready to seize and bind Ling Yang.
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the Capital Grand Theater. It was already nine o'clock at night, and the plaza outside was completely deserted. He had no idea why the girl had come here.
"Meng, what's wrong?" Xing Yue looked at Li Menglu. Li Menglu was always so beautiful; it seemed that whenever he saw her, he would inexplicably feel a reaction below, making it hard to restrain himself.
He said nothing, appearing in no rush to speak, but sat there with his eyes fixed on me, as if his gaze alone could kill me.
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Zhu Tianyun sprinted off, showing no signs of his injury. He took the lead from the very first second. Merritt followed closely, silently calculating that Zhu Tianyun surely wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
Clearly, everything he said was false, a fabrication of his own making. The police repeatedly pressured the disheveled boss, but the methods that had worked before were now useless. It seemed that ever since he had laid eyes on Yang Rongyou, he had made up his mind to recant his testimony.
He forcibly pulled the syringe from his arm, threw it to the ground, and crushed it underfoot. But the next moment, he let out a painful cry, clutching his head as he collapsed to the floor.
The Moonfire Clan was one of the four rare races of the Central Plains. They were considered rare not only because their descendants were few, but because the power in their blood was immensely mysterious and potent.
Lu Mengqian knew perfectly well that although this was an opportunity to legitimately possess the man she loved, Kate, she couldn't do it! Absolutely not. If she did, it was highly likely that Kate would abandon her as well.
"Would you two sisters like to try this wine? It's very strong," Ooba Mina said, picking up her glass.
Tang Xiaoxiao, who had followed without anyone noticing, was stunned when she saw the registration fee Lu Yu had paid.
"Mom, don't be nervous, everything will be fine. Oh, right! Didn't brother say he brought you some tonics? Let's go take a look." Yang Yuqing, wanting to leave the living room to her father and brothers, led her mother and sister to tidy up the storage room.
After thinking it over, he felt there was nothing left to spend money on, so he considered buying another apartment with a river view.
In today’s game at the Lakers' home court against the Suns, late in the fourth quarter, Yi Jianlian of the Lakers and Chandler of the Suns were both assessed technical fouls by the referee due to excessive physical contact.