Volume One, Chapter 102: Venting Anger

Meng Xingyi tilted his head back and took a swig of liquor, the burning alcohol stinging his throat, yet his expression remained unchanged—calm, almost amused, as if he were smiling, though perhaps not. It was a look full of playful indifference. Liufu had seen this sort of gaze many times before—those who look down from above, the wealthy.

The new passageway was vastly different from the two routes that Guo Qin and his group had previously traversed. Unlike the utter darkness of the earlier corridors, this one gave the illusion of walking among the stars. Beneath their feet, the path stretched out like a winding Milky Way, twisting far into the distance.

Perhaps the only purpose of this odd, hybrid variety show was to make us reflect on the current state of Chinese football, and even more, on the state of Chinese entertainment.

After hearing those words, hope flickered briefly in Guo Qin’s eyes, but the look vanished as quickly as it appeared. Instead, he shook his head and burst out laughing.

This undoubtedly stirred the emperor’s desire to conquer, and that frail, boneless figure inspired pity.

Such actions were meant to reduce competition; after all, herbivores were limited, and African lions had no choice but to hunt weaker rivals.

When it came time to pay, the cashier was stunned by the flamboyant signature scrawled across the receipt.

But before her words had finished, a sand tiger leaped out from behind Gu Mingxin, its pupils blood-red and its presence menacing, clearly about to pounce.

“You…” The person’s tongue was as sharp as a blade. Luo Qi, knowing she was no match for her witty elder sister, opted for silence.

What happened next was reckless—Chen Hu pressed his palms together, his hands moving in a serpentine style, weaving unpredictably around the Teng Snake, occasionally poking its head.

A soft laugh escaped her lips, muffled behind her hand, until Jun Mochen, standing behind, tapped her shoulder and asked, “What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?” Only then did she realize she was, at that moment, embodying justice and beauty.

Enemies like these could hardly be destroyed by normal attacks, and they could even strike from within dreams.

Ling Xiao felt his hand weaken as the dagger sank into the muddy bottom of the water. Then, several strands of hair swiftly wrapped from his neck down around his body, and no matter how he struggled, he could not break free.

Now, the assessment had just begun, and it wasn’t yet time to express opinions. How was he so certain I’d be called on to speak?

“Excite” had no idea what Lin Ranxing was planning, but in a moment of inspiration, nodded vigorously at him, as if making some sort of promise.

With that thought, Lei Jie led the dragon rider around the central area, finding no signs of traps, and chose a passage at random to enter.

If, during the forging of magical tools, this Ink Sun Stone was melded in, the tool would lean toward the element of fire.

It was precisely this height that kept Rob from making a reckless move, after losing most of his vitality from the fall.

“It seems the heart of the Ghost Infant Formation is very likely here!” Gong Bu held a compass whose needle wobbled wildly, indicating an intense presence of spirits.

Although surprised at how Lin Lei persuaded those people to surrender, Lu Chen didn’t hesitate or ask more; his eyes narrowed, and the young noble who had just stepped forward to accuse him suddenly froze, turning into stone from head to toe in less than a second.

He truly hadn’t moved even a fingertip; no one could see when the hidden weapon would be released, nor could anyone dodge it.

“Abbot of Extinction, do you dare move?” Bai Zichuan smiled amiably, with an innocent look that made one want to slap him.

Of course, the lunar vehicles from the Moon Base weren’t just contacting the Atlantis; even the Phoenix Nest of GUYS was included in the communication.

Beneath the mask was a pale, beautiful face, with long lashes resting on tightly closed eyelids. Anyone could see she was certainly not over twenty, but the Lady of the South Sea could not be so young.

Zheng Changfa was momentarily speechless; who knew what Elder Yusong might think? But for the dignity of the Golden Core cultivators, he surely wouldn’t let him off easily. At that point, his fate might not be any better than Chen Hong’s, since he was only an outer disciple, not a true disciple like Chen Hong.

“Hua is no ordinary person! I heard he’s killed before—without a few lives under his belt, he couldn’t have such a fierce aura.” Mo Ruqiu was slightly startled by Wang Hua’s sudden, aggressive move.

Yet this phenomenon persisted, year after year, every batch of students the same, and even into the new century, it remained difficult to eradicate.

“One kindness, one grievance; heaven grows old, earth dies—what is left to seek? I urge you not to speak lightly, for fate is decided in darkness, and only the bold remain.” Yan Thirteen, face veiled, sword in right hand, wine jug in left, drank deeply, his tone flippant, utterly unconcerned.

The final trial of the Nine Lifetimes of Dust would not end in utter annihilation if completed early—only hundreds of years would have been endured in vain.

From the very beginning, I Dream knew Dr. Inamori was a devoted supporter of Fujimiya. When the doctor disappeared, I Dream guessed the monster’s rampage must be his doing, so he commandeered a car and sped toward the monster.

Zhou Xuan and Ye Zhiyuan’s meeting was pure melodrama—a hero rescuing a damsel, love at first sight, all the clichés happened to him.

He bent down, carefully examining the child. They had met a few times, but he still didn’t know the child’s background.

“So what are we here for?” Wei Ting truly didn’t understand; he was genuinely there on a diplomatic mission.

The moon hung high in the sky, radiating a chill and cold wind that gave Tanuki goosebumps all over.

Bei Yelu cast a disdainful glance, thinking to himself how spiders always liked to hide things in their bellies.

And then there was the matter of saving someone, as Brother Qing had mentioned. Judging by his reaction, it wasn’t simple, but it was the only chance to escape their grasp, and she was determined not to miss it.

Mei Nuoshui taught them by practice, and since practice required a man, she offered her own male companion.

Leng Xianning had never felt so low—she’d rather be treated as a substitute than lose such warmth.

A voice full of indulgence sounded beside her ear, seductive yet emotional, pleasant to hear, like a cello playing, tugging at her heartstrings.

“This…” Qin Qiong wasn’t certain if he could answer. The Right Guards of Divine Strategy were nominally under his command, but that was actually Liu Mu’s secret force. Almost all of it was confidential.

“You should eat more! We owe you for today~” Lu Xuehua and Liu Yumei said in unison.

In attack or defense, the grenade launcher squad usually provided close-range fire support. In offensive operations, they often suppressed enemy firing points. On the Chinese battlefield, the greatest threat from the Japanese army was their heavy machine guns. Once the location of our machine gun positions was determined, the Japanese would organize concentrated grenade launcher fire.