Volume One, Chapter 33: Consort Mei Was Slapped

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On the mothership where Captain America was, with the help of He Yun’s good companion—that giant eagle—Captain America, Zhuge Bai, and the others made an immediate transfer, slowly descending from the high altitude.

Lin Dun knew full well that he was trying to seek favor at the last minute, but given the other party’s attitude, there was nothing else to be done; he could only do his best. Maintaining a respectful demeanor, he bade them farewell and remained in the villa to continue socializing with the others.

"If you treat chopping as if it were slicing, you’ll laugh to death the old sword immortal of Yuyang." This phrase led many to mistakenly believe that swordsmanship should not involve chopping. Consequently, some newly created styles truly lack chopping techniques, and their successors even go out of their way to declare that ancient swordsmanship is just like this. But is this the truth?

Upon hearing this, Buluo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. To be honest, this amount of money would be enough for a hundred consecutive draws. After a pause, Buluo spoke up.

"What about the remaining survivors? We can’t just let them sit idle and waste food, can they?" Wang Youcai asked hurriedly. He was currently the nominal logistics officer of the Red Star Base, and all food and supplies were under his management; he had no patience for freeloaders.

Although the J-10C fighter jet is equipped with PL-15 long-range air-to-air missiles, without an airborne early warning aircraft, it would be unable to detect or lock onto a stealth fighter like the JH-8. However, with an early warning aircraft, things are different; supported by it, the J-10C could potentially launch the PL-15 long-range air-to-air missiles.

After the live stream was forcibly closed, the administrators of PUBG also sent a system email.

The two gloves, one left and one right, were clearly a pair. This pair of metal gloves was entirely black and thirty-five centimeters long, perfectly covering the skin from the user's fingertips to their elbows.

It was more likely that the individual might even be a Creator God. To be targeted by such a terrifying existence was definitely not good news.

Some believe this world does not need superpowered individuals, because they bring more uncontrollable destruction. For instance, the signing of this agreement was supposed to be a simple matter, yet it was made so complex and stirred up such a massive incident.

"What is going on? Just a moment ago... how is this possible?" The fake Yun, who had been sent flying, was extremely horrified. However, before he could finish his sentence, he sensed that Nie Tianxing had appeared again. His heart tightened instantly, and he became even more panicked.

Tao Shanshan succeeded with one strike, then immediately countered with a dragon-shaped punch, intending to knock him unconscious and end the contest.

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With no other choice, the group had to live in separate rooms. Regardless, they were all on the second floor, so it wouldn't matter if anything happened.

Suddenly, Cai Xu noticed a strange gaze. He looked down and saw that the man directly opposite him, who had just been chugging from his wine glass, had set it down and was staring at him.

After some discussion, Ouyang Zuo decided to send Zhuo Yun and three others to Japan to rescue Can Bao and the others, who had been seriously injured.

Xia Feng shook his head and sat on the sofa. The soft cushions seemed to wash away a person's fatigue; the moment he sat down, he nearly groaned aloud.

This fellow had no choice but to do this; the main goal was to paralyze the opponent and buy himself time to understand the situation.

"Alright, let's go back. Bai Yun, you can stay in Yao'er’s cave dwelling tonight. Since you’ll be married sooner or later, living together is only a matter of time." Wan Feixun gave his instructions, greeted Jiang Wuji and Xie Yunhua, and prepared to leave.

Upon hearing this, Liao Gua, who was coiled on the ground by the Soul-Chasing Whip, suddenly trembled. A thought flashed through his mind, and in this life-or-death moment, he recalled a terrifying figure.

Although he had mostly accepted Wu You's persona, deep down, Xiao Zhan was still a good young man who believed in science.

Dongyu Pavilion had always maintained this noble tradition. Thus, on this hot summer evening, as the hustle and bustle just began, a rather disheveled man with only one ear arrived at the pavilion. Even if the establishment was at its busiest, they would always provide a meal to these pitiful souls upon seeing them.

Zhu Jiu-luo sensed the malicious gaze of Shi Sandao, glanced sideways at him, and suddenly spoke up to stop Shangguan Junqian.

A generation gap! This is a generation gap! Every passerby thinks you are fishing, but only you know you are here to catch kings and nobles.

On the other side, both the new disciple faction and the veteran disciple faction had started betting. You heard that right; for this match, which had no suspense, people were actually placing bets. However, they weren't betting on whether Li Mu would win, but on whether he would defeat his opponent in seconds.

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Regarding the use of the word "whipping" for punishment, it is said that the head manager once told his deputy, Xiao Yang, that he had cleverly borrowed the original meaning of the term.

Humans are natural monsters. When they are happy, if they like you, even your bad deeds are not bad.

The freak was startled, but Yang Jian did not stop his attack. In the blink of an eye, the broken half of Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged blade had pierced the freak's throat. Then, the strange head rolled off the neck, and the headless corpse crashed to the ground.

Erlang thought for a moment and recalled Tu Xingsun, but the moment he imagined Tu Xingsun’s stunted, over-trained physique, he lacked the courage to say his name aloud. In the end, he swallowed the name along with his saliva.

"Just let go and slaughter them all." Chu Kuang laughed, his black robes hidden within the dark clouds, leaving no trace behind.

"Let’s go take a look." Chen Bin let Wei Qiming and the others drive the car back to the police station, while he got out and ran toward the concrete bridge with Luo Jia.

Yet just a moment ago, a skinny man, no more than 1.7 meters tall, had relied entirely on his own physical strength to knock down a two-meter-tall, iron-tower of a man.

"Boss, you’ve really designated her as our future sister-in-law, haven't you?" Gao Ming leaned in close to Zhao Jian’s ear and whispered.

Jinchen stepped forward, gripped her waist, and locked her in his embrace. Watching Huo Linxue struggle incessantly, he couldn't help but tighten his hold.