Volume 1, Chapter 45: Seeking Help from the Grand General

Before leaving, he cast a deep glance at Tianming Jiu. Seeing that she still wore a bewildered expression, the confusion lingering in his heart dissipated quite a bit.

The car stopped on campus, and surrounded by Dusha and the others, I walked toward the classroom of Class 17, Grade 1.

The Audi had not arrived yet, but at the turn on the other side, a bus was already approaching. Ma Dali had the urge to wave, but remembering what he had just said to Zhang Hao, he had no way to raise his hand. Otherwise, if Zhang Hao saw him, wouldn't he become a laughingstock, and his previous lie be instantly exposed?

"How did you know?" Zhang Hao asked, not denying the matter. After all, it was the truth. Since Aloka had already figured it out, there was no big deal in confessing it honestly.

Before he collapsed, I leaned close to his ear and whispered softly. The look he cast at me abruptly turned complex, completely devoid of any trace of contempt.

Brilliant, simply too brilliant! It was merely an ordinary game of chess, yet in Zhang Hao's hands, it felt like an entire world—ever-changing and endlessly deep, inevitably stirring heartfelt awe.

"Then, Senior Mami, what wish did you make?" As I attempted to hold down the mischievous system and rub its head, Hitomi asked there with mild curiosity.

"When is Master leaving?" Sang Jin Yue knew that her master had long wanted to visit Venerable Lingxue, and had delayed until now simply out of concern for her.

Now, with Huo Sanqian's protection and Dabai's combat skills being much stronger than before, there shouldn't be any need to fear those people anymore.

There was not the slightest hypocrisy in these words; even if I had the capability, I would never establish an independent nation.

With a wave of her hand, she added another stone bed beside the ones belonging to Murong Yunhai and Zong Qixi. She placed Murong Qi's remains upon it and once again grasped Murong Qi's hand.

Yet after Lü Mingduan shouted thus, the dozen or so thugs guarding Zhenwei Platform all grew restless and eager for action.

"Splendid, Sect Master Zhusha! This time, we owe it entirely to your brilliant strategy and divine plotting; we can finally consider ourselves completely safe!" The player Heart Dream's Lute had also darted over, a full smile on her face.

Accompanied by wave after wave of earth-shattering, majestic footsteps, and before the morning mist had fully dissipated, the spirit beast army, which had remained dormant for barely a day, set out once more.

"Fine, go your way, and we guarantee we'll watch the house well for you." Qiu Lian fiercely ground his cigarette butt into the ashtray over and over again.

"Wait, Lord Daoist, please hold on! This subordinate has something to say!" Suddenly, a resounding voice rang out abruptly, stopping Lord Daoist from continuing his speech.

As Zhu Ling recounted, Tietou had been grazed by the tip of a giant bear's claw. My heart trembled instantly at those words. I knew all too well what it meant to be grazed by a giant bear's claw, especially its sharp tips—it was no different from having the sharpest five-bladed sword pierce into flesh and skin and rapidly slash across.

He had never doubted Master Luo's Daoist arts and supernatural powers. It was precisely because he was well aware of Luo Huitong's strength that Qian Liang did not dare to offend him.

"This person... truly is not simple." Li Tan shook his head and then nodded. Although he felt somewhat depressed, he was mentally prepared for this outcome; after all, someone who had laid out such an obvious trap would certainly not let it be easily broken by him from this angle.

"Yueyue... Yueyue..." The cross-eyed man struggled twice, his gaze fixed tightly on Hu Yueyue, instantly making the scene appear incomparably tragic to me.

"You may understand the rules I've set according to a game, but at the same time, you must also be clear that this is no mere game, but a genuine world," Li Luede emphasized.

Before them lay a valley nestled amidst mountain depressions, containing numerous dilapidated houses. The arrangement of these dwellings was remarkably orderly; undoubtedly, before disaster struck, the people living here had kept the place in meticulous order.

Generally speaking, if the peak ratings are exceptionally exaggerated, the overall average ratings will not be low either.

She truly lacked the strength to feel disgusted; right now, her priority was to quickly recover her strength and physical condition before pondering future matters.

Old Zhao San was frightened out of his wits. He wanted to turn and run, only to find that he could no longer move at all.

Xia Qianqian pursed her parched lips with a hint of regret. Facing the astonished and incredulous gazes of the crowd, she felt quite smug inside, assuming everyone had been thoroughly conquered by her literary talent.

As for Jiang Bei, whose Weibo follower count was originally over five million, merely ten minutes after posting this status... he had already lost one hundred thousand followers.

Under the current circumstances where losing one's entire investment was a distinct possibility, Li Luede preferred to select imprints from "high-brightness" "card pools."

The mining mech emitted a series of deafening roars. This five-meter-tall civilian facility, constructed entirely of steel, raised its high-speed rotating spiral drill.

Xu Yan's gaze was as cold as ice, his entire body radiating a terrifying aura of energy. Resembling an unrivaled celestial god, he swept his blade horizontally with a backhand strike.

While Yansuo was deep in thought, caught off guard by a sudden "hey," her bird shell was snatched back by the lame fox.

It was obvious everyone felt they had done enough, and some simply figured they might as well take the money and leave.

As she glanced around at the secluded surroundings and then looked at Lu Kang's ragged clothes, her expression changed drastically.

Meisu had been gone for two months, and A Ci thought she had truly fled Qingshi Town and would never return.

Judging from the wound, it was impossible for it to scab over on its own because the laceration was simply too large. Yet, the reality was miraculous—the wound had healed completely by itself.

However, the Golden-Winged Roc King was no longer as high-spirited as before; his right wing had once been torn apart by a spear wielded by the Great Demon King. Although it was later reattached using defying elixirs, his strength was far inferior to what it used to be.

On the surface of the six-layered pagoda, the manifested image of the artifact spirit exuded a monstrous aura of slaughter.

Xu's father made a phone call to his eldest son, while Xu Haoyuan was currently out drinking with friends.

Damn it, how awesome is that! Although two shichen (four hours) might not sound long, if used at a critical moment, it could play a tremendously significant role.

Pulling her luggage out, she spotted Liang Zhan not far away below the apartment building. He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking directly in her direction.