146 Keep Making Things Up

Chen Xing looked around and found that the square was entirely surrounded by heavily armed Galaxy Special Forces soldiers.

The following days passed very peacefully, with only Zhang Xinyi being quite busy. Because she was about to debut, there were still many things to take care of, not least that she needed to write her own songs.

"What are you rushing for? You haven't claimed your prize yet." Xu Rui grabbed Han Feng by the collar and hauled him back. Seeing Han Feng being dragged backward involuntarily by his collar, the villagers gathered under the stage burst into loud laughter.

"This is impossible! Stop talking nonsense! How could my master lend his sword to you, an enemy?" Shen Xiaolong shouted angrily.

"Is this really my body? I remember I was merely a cultivator at the Qi Refining Realm. Even a cultivator at the Guanfu Realm wouldn't have this level of magical power intensity. I must be dreaming," Wanyun muttered, still unable to believe it as he woke up.

The armored command vehicle came to a halt. Xu Rui and Diana opened the hatch covers, jumped down, and looked around. Sure enough, although the Germans had retreated, they had clearly done so leisurely rather than in a panic. It was an orderly withdrawal, leaving behind no weapons or equipment.

The duty operations staff officer hurriedly fetched a map and placed it on Kawabata Junzo's large wooden desk.

As soon as his voice fell, more than thirty martial arts practitioners whose cultivation had reached the micro-realm of the third layer of Condensing Origin responded in unison. They stepped forward simultaneously, surrounding the two of them. Releasing their vital energy outward, a wave of intense pressure instantly descended upon Yi Yun in the center. Though they did not strike, their intent to threaten was fully exposed.

Chen Chen said helplessly. Normally, such an opportunity was something they would desperately wish for, but unfortunately, they were signed to a company, and the company called the shots in everything.

Having dealt with Zhenji, Qin Yue once again set his sights on his next target, Monk Yinchan of the Jinzhong Temple, simply because he was closer to Qin Yue.

Qi Ying cast a guilty glance at the Prince of Eight and thought to herself: If your mind is slow, don't blame me for kicking you while you're down.

Lin Qingmo had a bad feeling, but thinking that Gao Fei was right outside the door, she gritted her teeth and downed half a glass of red wine.

However, this was not a run-of-the-mill food stall, but rather a high-end French restaurant in Mingting City.

After all, while the dragon has nine sons and each is different, Vlad III was an undisputed charismatic man who relied entirely on his aura.

Battle wagons roared! The decisive battle stance of dozens of ships arrayed in formation made the Venetian vessels dare not act rashly! Those that could fled, those that could fired, and the majority hid within the harbor of Poros.

Menggusi had already gathered six thousand troops, and it was here that he met up with the remaining two thousand tribesmen. Afterward, Guha also squeezed in with seven or eight hundred men to join Menggusi's southward expedition to conquer the Land of Iron.

An incredible sight unfolded before their eyes: the two hulking, robust thugs had just reached Gao Fei when they dropped straight to the ground, as stiff as logs.

Without even glancing at the incoming barred saber, Lu Zhisheng gripped his weapon once more, bowed his body, and swiveled. The Zen staff in his hand changed its offensive momentum with extreme fluidity.

"What is this string for? Why is it even connected to this contraption?" Master Shen muttered to himself.

How long has it been! This girl's strength has grown even further! Is the bloodline of the Dragon Emperor truly this defying of the heavens?

"You're wrong. The person who shot and wounded you wasn't my man!" Bai Weilan waved his hand and said.

By then, the living would be plunged into misery, and everyone on earth would become fodder for the army of malevolent spirits. What kind of terrifying existence would that be?

"You!" Madam Hao bit her lip. "Fine, I'll just pretend I never gave birth to you!" With that, she told Cuixi to prepare wine and liquor. To her surprise, Lin Sheng strode out of the room, and by the time he re-entered, Cuixi had already prepared two bowls of wine.

Seeing him walk in like that, Gu Yu was momentarily at a loss for words. She found it rather strange: An Jinxuan was always open and magnanimous everywhere else, yet whenever he returned home and entered a crowded place, he would either hide away or keep completely silent without saying a word.

Consequently, under the murderous gaze of "Mad Dog," those executive officers who usually had no dealings with him could only helplessly and slowly raise their hands, despite their bellies full of reluctance.

That figure darted out once more, grabbed the bamboo tube, and left. Lin Jia also retracted her rope and closed the window. Lin Xi immediately fixed her gaze on that patch of shadows, but as before, she could see nothing at all.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw that everyone had been forced into a corner, and a massive swarm of red ants was continuously pouring out right in front of them.

He smiled bitterly once again. In the past, he bore the mission of clearing his family's name, pinning all his hopes on the official exoneration, firmly believing that only then could he shake off this heavy burden. Yet today, he suddenly realized that once exonerated, an even greater burden would fall upon his shoulders. When would he ever find true peace?

I answered the call and said hello a few times, but to my surprise, there was no response from the other end, so I hung up. Feeling puzzled, I wondered who could be so bored as to harass me at past midnight.

"You caused someone to die, and now you're scared?" Xiaoyao glared, pulling at the other side of the Taoist priest's collar.

It turned out that Zheng Ying had lost all his patience and was no longer willing to waste this beautiful scenery, so he simply covered her mouth with his large palm.

Luo Yan had never seen Luo Bing with such an expression. Her usual willful arrogance and ostentation all vanished the moment she met Yi Langri. A Luo Bing like this was as still as a jade sculpture, standing there motionlessly.