Volume One, Chapter 22: I Want to Do Something for You

After the earthquake, we looked at the tomb chamber, which had been orderly just moments ago and was now in complete disarray; the passage over there had long since collapsed. We were left covered in dust and grime. Our leader asked if we were all right.

She had a reasonable point. I said, "Fine, let's head to the city to rent a place once we've had our fill at the beach, and I'll help you find one."

Li Feng greeted everyone and told Qing Li and the others to change into their straw clothes and shoes. They were quite a sight, and the moment they appeared, they stunned the city folk.

When filming officially began, the project team, having already conducted multiple rehearsals, performed with ease. Nevertheless, Simon decided to keep a close eye on the set himself. After all, the success or failure of this reality show would determine whether Daenerys Pictures could successfully break into the field of television production.

Setting aside the rumors, just by looking at his fierce and vivid eyes and feeling the faint aura of malevolence radiating from him, Tie Nuo knew that Martin was not someone to be trifled with.

Even with the ample funding and powerful technical support of the Westeros system, successfully bringing the first product to market in just three months was a level of execution that left people in awe.

Li Feng had clashed with Wang Cheng; despite his preparations and the potent peach blossom wine, Wang Cheng’s losses were ultimately not significant. One could even say he used the bet to boost his own fame.

Suddenly, a pale, cold face appeared right before me. We were nose to nose, forehead to forehead, mouth to mouth. I could even feel the warmth of his breath—yes, not cold, but warm. If not for that heat, I would have thought he was a body preserved in crystal.

The brilliant Sky Ship slowly descended, hovering over the water, coming level with the upper deck of the large galleon flagship that Urani had clearly just built.

Although this mark would be investigated by shelter administrators whenever it appeared on the weapons of the rebel forces, the trail usually went cold at the black market. This was one of the reasons why he never sold weapons directly to the users.

Hearing Yin Xin say this, Yu Feng stopped, looking somewhat hesitant. He looked at Bai Ya, who nodded, seemingly agreeing with Yin Xin. In truth, she had taken a dislike to Chang Zhi from the moment she first saw him, and she was happy to cast her vote in favor of Yin Xin.

While she was deep in thought, she saw Mu Yuan Meng already standing before her. Dressed in soft, pale pink robes, her slender, curvaceous figure standing out, she held a long sword and watched her with a smile, seemingly quite satisfied with the look of surprise on her face.

As the dagger was pulled out, red blood splattered across my face. I extended my tongue and licked the blood sticking to the blade; it was warm.

Lin Mohuan, already on the verge of an outburst and struggling to contain himself, was further provoked by Mo Qianxia. His eyes darkened, and with a sharp movement, he grabbed Mo Qianxia, threw her onto the bed, and pinned her down, face to face.

Tong Guaiguai knew that the black-bellied master always kept his word. Since he said he would come to pick her up, he would certainly come; there was no point in her protesting.

The day was still young, so as the two descended the mountain, they were in no hurry, walking slowly and chatting along the way. They hadn't gone far when they heard a "rustling" sound coming from behind them. They turned to look and saw the branches by the roadside shaking from time to time, as if something were playing a prank.

Following Chu Tianyang's instructions, Mo Qianxia had prepared for questions regarding those documents. Someone had asked about her here as well; she had been taken to the police station in the middle of the night and hadn't slept, so today, with Wang Xiangsheng's approval, Mo Qianxia was resting.

"Shuang'er." No sooner had Nan Shuang finished speaking than Yin Yufeng's voice came from outside. Nan Shuang felt a surge of joy: "It's Yufeng!" It was truly a case of speaking of the devil.

Seeing Xiao Yichen watching her with such a strange expression, Su Yinyin coughed twice to hide her embarrassment.

A Quanrong warrior stepped over his fallen comrade's corpse and rushed toward a disciple of the Beiyao Palace, suddenly opening his mouth to tear a large chunk of flesh directly from the disciple's arm.

After a fit of coughing to clear the discomfort of choking on water, Li Er looked at Tang Sanzang with a strange, fleeting expression, as if he were looking at Professor Do Min-joon who had suddenly materialized before Qin Shi Huang.

The third graduating class of officers was the most successful group to receive military training in strategy and tactics thus far, and they were about to be commissioned into the army.

Tokugawa Ieharu glanced over it; the situation was roughly as the soldier had described, though more detailed in certain aspects.

Then, he saw Lan Hongyuan stab himself in the abdomen with a blade. Anxious, he immediately deployed a Ten-Mile Talisman, crashing into one man and punching another aside regardless of the consequences, finally tearing a gap in the encirclement and charging in.

With such speed and power, and on such a chaotic battlefield, no one could possibly arrive to provide support in the blink of an eye.

"Your Majesty, my lords. The Manchu Qing is powerful enough, isn't it? Based on how we've handled the Manchu Qing so far, do you think we have a fifty-fifty chance?" Gong Naiya seemed to be asking those around him.

Meanwhile, on the stage, the scores for the second stage of the activity were gradually being released.

Gu Xuan smiled confidently. With a thought, the talent crystal in his hand began to glow with a faint light, which grew from weak to strong, becoming increasingly brilliant.

The group of customers who had escaped earlier were now watching from outside the shop, whispering among themselves.

With a loud "bang," the entire ring shook, and the nearly meter-thick layers of flame shields shattered and scattered in the explosion.

Teng Chunmian was a Gu master at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Her aptitude was decent—six spiritual apertures—and she was clever, highly valued by the old priest and treated almost like a trusted confidante.

The magic wolf was as silvery-white as the moon, and its two protruding fangs were curved like crescent moons. Instead of looking ferocious, it gave a strange, aesthetic impression, like a moonbeam.

Could it be that because he had consumed youth-preserving spiritual items years ago, this person thought he had great potential to advance to the Golden Core stage? That was possible. Wan Qingping had a flash of inspiration and touched his face, which never seemed to age.

At that moment, the key figure was sitting on the city wall, bored, fiddling with a brick. He didn't pay attention to the movement below, but Yuan Shu’s roar made all five hundred black-clad warriors guarding the South Gate alert, and they immediately drew their bows and aimed at Yuan Shu and his cavalry.