Volume One, Chapter 49: Courtship Before Marriage

Among the three siblings, Lu Yonglin was the most cheerful and generous, but thinking about what was on his mind, he initially hesitated to speak. Now, seeing Lu Yang's face full of joy, a heavy weight instantly lifted from his heart.

“It’s settled! Little Village Chief, from today onward, we are brothers by blood.”

Though shocked, this was not a war between humans and elves; they were merely here to aid the dwarves in battle. Since the dwarves themselves saw no issue, what more was there to say? They could only express their agreement and fall silent.

Li Jie walked over to the shooting range, requested a pistol from the attendant, and then fired off more than a dozen magazines in rapid succession at the target. Amid the scattered shell casings and the lingering smell of gunpowder, he raised the heated barrel before his eyes, staring intently for a long moment, then gently blew on it.

The explosion still engulfed the Black Tower, but this time the blast struck entirely upon the light shield, not the tower’s structure itself. No matter how deafening the barrage was, there was no damage within the Black Tower, not even a tremor. The allied forces were stunned, while the Mordor soldiers rejoiced.

Flying over the gate of Mount Ziwu, the scenery was so familiar that Zhao Yishan felt the warmth of home, allowing his ever-tense nerves to relax. He suddenly realized he had grown somewhat reluctant to leave Mount Ziwu, which brought to mind a phrase: “Long acquaintance breeds affection.” This feeling was not love but a deep sense of belonging.

Elbi refused to believe that even with an army increased by two hundred thousand, they could not defeat the allied forces. Even if the air force was suppressed or wiped out, without ground support, the fewer than two hundred griffin riders were nothing more than an irritating nuisance.

Mu Lingtian gripped the broken sword tightly. At this moment, his eyes were filled with a cold murderous intent. He cast a cold glance at Zheng Zong, spoke no more, and with a flourish, the sword’s edge surged forward.

After counting the Dragon Breath Pearls, disciples from various sects harbored different thoughts, but few were joyful, many more were disappointed and resentful. Regardless, the once-in-fifty-years Cuiying Gathering was about to conclude. No matter how unwilling or hateful, they would have to wait until the next Cuiying Gathering to seek revenge or settle scores.

“Still hiding your strength? It’s useless. Do you honestly think you can stop me? How laughable.” Facing Lin Yun’s surging aura, the Ghost Shadow Demon Lord was somewhat surprised but did not take it to heart, speaking coldly.

Ren Xing also took a step back up the stairs, his body leaning slightly backward, left foot planted firmly on a step to steady his balance.

The old man was like a sage who had seen through the vanity of the world. He could pinpoint many things with precision, and the lessons he imparted to Lin Yun greatly benefited him.

“How could this be!” In his mind, the Thunder God Hammer suddenly opened its eyes. This was beyond his expectation—Tiemu Yun had actually lost consciousness.

Zhong Lingyu did not intend to hide the truth. If anyone was most heartbroken over Su Rui’s kidnapping, it was undoubtedly her as the older sister.

When his expression changed so suddenly, the doctors who had been waiting to see a spectacle were stunned, unable to understand who possessed such charm that even the usually stern and rigid Director Zhou would adopt a submissive, fawning attitude.

After finding a place on the bed to settle Xiang Yan properly, I had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the carpet at the foot of the bed.

Meanwhile, the classmates in the classroom, seeing the movements of our subordinates, seemed to recall what had happened and no longer paid much attention, the classroom returning to its previous bustling noise.

The home in the compound was the foundation. Li Tianchou was too eager for success, sweat continuously beaded on his forehead, and he wished he could give himself a hard slap. He only hoped that this time difference could cover the loopholes. Didn’t Zhang Zhiqiang say, “It’s too early”? For now, he comforted himself with that thought.