Volume 1, Chapter 37: A Rudimentary Power Station

Fabregas was stunned for a moment, then quickly took off his outer garment. He glanced at the old man standing in the opposing technical area, nodded, and ran to the open space behind the goal to begin his warm-up.

Lin Feng continued to issue commands, though he was unsure of the direction. At every fork in the road, he left a mark, hoping that eventually, he would stumble upon the correct path by sheer chance.

Unfortunately, Liu Zhidong was not an expert in economics. For an industrial engineer, making an accurate judgment about the future of the economy was indeed a difficult task. Then again, even the true economic experts were rarely able to make accurate predictions themselves, were they?

"Lehman? This is Ike. I'd like to ask if Kaelin’s medical insurance policy covers the treatment of major illnesses," Ike asked, right in front of the doctor and Kaelin.

With the ambush having failed, the body cultivators were now forced to face a relentless series of attacks from Lin Feng and his group.

Zhuo Lingzhao paid no heed to them. He reached out and tapped the shoulders of Ling Yin and Li Tieshan, sending a surge of heat that instantly unblocked the pressure points on their bodies. Ling Yin and Li Tieshan exchanged a glance, both secretly admiring the profound depth of Zhuo Lingzhao's inner power.

Lou Lan’s father, Lou Mingzhi, walked over. He had previously hosted Lin Feng at the Space Fortress; back then, Lin Feng had only just emerged from the Rookie City, a mere mid-level instructor.

Shi Guangwei was meeting Old Man Cui for the first time, but under such circumstances, if he couldn't deduce that this was Cui Jing’s father, he might as well have bumped his head against a wall and died. As for Xiao Wen, only one thought remained in his mind: Is this real?

Both teams had already retreated to their respective locker rooms. The two managers, Wenger and Ferguson, were busy giving their final pre-match pep talks to their players.

Every time a consciousness emerged from a sword it had been hiding within, the blade would break and become useless. The powerful spiritual energy or malevolent aura the sword once possessed would dissipate into the world, leaving the broken blade as nothing more than ordinary scrap metal.

As the village blacksmith, his sturdy, powerful physique was certainly not something that could be compared to Li Tie, a good-for-nothing whose body had been hollowed out by wine and women.

Because of the pain, the man’s brows knitted together involuntarily. His eyes were tightly shut, his lips cracked, and his complexion deathly pale.

Su Yun also rose to help him dress, but when she went to find his outer cotton coat, she searched everywhere and could not find it.

Xi Yingzhi looked up, her damp eyes gazing at Xi Song. They were even more dazzling than precious stones, and the sight of them caused his anger to dissipate by more than half.

"Drunken Butterfly Flower, did you hear that? The riddle behind the chaos at the Yin-Erosion Dojo has finally been solved today!" Unable to suppress the shock in her heart any longer, she turned her face to the side.

She did not stop walking. With her back straight and her gaze fixed forward, she headed toward the door, where the butler had been waiting for some time with the prepared gifts.

She thanked Yao Qinghuang and Chang Wu repeatedly; since the benefits were already in hand, saying a few polite words wouldn't kill anyone.

Under the pale jade moonlight, the man’s usually calm eyes surged with emotions that Si Nanzhi could not decipher.

Regardless of anything else, Bi'er was one of Lin Xuan's subordinates; if anyone was to scold her, it should be him, not others.

However, when Liang Xuan saw the Soul-Devouring Beast lunging at Su Qiyun, his heart still could not help but ache with agony.

"Because... because I stole something..." A-Bao was a little afraid. He worried that his actions would displease Lin Cheng, as stealing was a bad thing to do.

Jiang Li felt a sense of injustice, but he knew the Human Resources department couldn't make decisions on such matters. They were merely conveying Qin Zheng’s intent and were not trying to make things difficult for them.

The breathtakingly beautiful Consort Li appeared out of thin air, and a low, soft, yet bewitching voice emanated from her lips.

The Life Star is the anchor. Once fixed, this Sea of Floods cannot drown the consciousness, just as a ship cannot be swallowed by the ocean.

Her gaze fell upon Tu Shan Jingjing’s hands, where she was playing with a jade wolf-tooth club, a full arm's length long and covered in spikes.

Consort Xian was dressed neatly, sitting radiantly on a daybed, as if she were waiting for Li Xian to appear, patting the space beside her.

Ling Yuan looked at the retreating figure of Tang Hao, a disdainful sneer at the corner of her mouth, while her eyes revealed a hint of regret.

The rickshaw entered the banks of the Wei River, dove into a garden, and a refined residence appeared before their eyes.

"Auntie Liu, I learned some acupoint massage from an old Taoist priest. Would you like me to try?" Li Guocheng fabricated a lie.

After seeking counsel from Li Mubai a few days ago, her control over the Martial Soul Palace had significantly improved.

In a short time, hundreds of versions of the story regarding Qiu Xuan appeared across the continent. However, not one of them could truly reveal Qiu Xuan's identity. The only thing people knew was that Qiu Xuan was the "Madman" from years ago—a fact dug up by those who still remembered.

Hearing Su Muran mention his name so directly, Li Yaotian slightly raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had done it on purpose.

She longed to be with him always. Work or no work, she wanted to see him every single moment; she didn't want to only be with him during the day. She wanted to wake up and see him every morning, to have him beside her when she couldn't sleep at night. She wanted to get married soon.

The activity was as follows: "What is the most beautiful thing in the world? Is it the teachings of one's parents? The encouragement of a friend in a moment of crisis? Or the whispering of lovers in each other's ears?"

Therefore, when Zhou Xingchi and Xu Mengda appeared on stage, the audience erupted into a frenzy once again.

The King’s grim and terrifying face was now looking ahead in disbelief. The precious sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and his entire body froze in place. A cold, long sword had pierced through his chest, and blood dripped incessantly from the wound.