Volume 1, Chapter 53: My Lord, We Truly Have No Chance Left

Yin Yi had already given them a chance, so she would not choose to sit back and be a passive target. Taking the initiative was always her style.

Just as Shangguan Hu was about to reach out and undo Luo Yaozhuo's trouser zipper, Shangguan Hu suddenly let out a muffled groan and clutched his head.

"Tsk, shameless! And he even had the nerve to call other people impolite!" As soon as he left, Tian Tiantian immediately muttered in disgust.

At that moment, a blazing red pillar of light surged forward rapidly. Wind Five-Elder still had a smile on his face, but when he looked back, he was instantly scared out of his wits, not knowing how to react for a moment.

"Sister Wan'er, she is not nearly as pretty as you!" Whether in public or in private, Chu Moxin still put on an innocent and naive facade to play along with Yao Mowan.

The entire grand hall was filled with rare treasures and exotic curiosities that Lu Zhirun had scavenged from across the entire continent. Compared to her previous residence within the Witch Clan, this place displayed its luxury overtly, whereas the cave within the Witch Clan, though seemingly ordinary in terms of landscape on the surface, was actually restrained to the absolute extreme.

Song Yingchang patted Zhong Nan's shoulder to show his understanding and goodwill. Only supervising secretary of the Ministry of War, Zhang Jun, wore a sour expression, leaving the group with no other options.

"Brother Ship is right to discipline me. This matter was my fault, so please forgive me this once." Shuang Xiujing suddenly straightened his body and bowed deeply to Lan Junyao. Immediately afterwards, he placed a finger to his lips, making a gesture for silence.

Yin Yi spoke about her research in the field of gene-extension and the events around her, but she concealed the names of people in the entertainment industry or replaced them with pseudonyms.

With the rapid development of network technology, some silicon-based individuals chose to reduce their three-dimensional bodies into two-dimensional low-entropy entities.

Liu Tianhao planned to take advantage of this relatively free and flexible long vacation to take a long-distance bus back to his hometown in Yantai, Shandong, and spend some quality time with his family. Once he started working, the number of times he could return home each year and the amount of time he could spend in his hometown would probably be countable on one's fingers.

The indoor light poured straight out, falling squarely upon the trunk of the ancient tree. I suddenly had an ominous feeling. A door facing a withered tree precisely fulfilled the feng shui principle of a "welcoming-door kill." It was by no means an auspicious sign. Moreover, it was now the bitter winter season, and that tree bore only a few sparse withered leaves, fluttering in the wind.

The difficulty lay in the fact that Zhu Jun had incorporated these pirates, and A-Tai's insistence on coming in to inspect was certainly not out of concern for Zhu Jun's safety; rather, he must have been afraid that once Zhu Jun acquired the pirates, his strength would grow so drastically that it would instead threaten the King of Burma's royal authority.

When Guan Feng finally regained consciousness, her four guards had all defected, revealing all the strengths and weaknesses of the camp. Guan Feng flew into a rage, loudly rebuking them for lacking loyalty and backbone, but was silenced when Pang De's guards, unable to listen any further, scared her into shutting her mouth with a caterpillar.

She took out her phone, checked the number, and seeing that it was her older sister, Yue Bingyan, she answered it.

As Liu Badao drew closer, Old Master Long gradually caught his breath. Clearly, he also knew that he could not afford to be excessively angry.

"Yeah, exactly." Qin Bei naturally never imagined that Sima Guangguang would harbor any romantic interest in Liu Badao, and replied casually. Her gaze shifted, however, to see a tattered and noticeably charred beggar-like figure hurrying toward the entrance of the Everyday Inn.

Just as the second fierce clash between Mortar and Thornton was about to begin, all three of them made their moves simultaneously.

Everyone listened in complete bewilderment, yet each was dumbfounded and deeply shocked: nobody knew when this Daoist master had also meticulously studied the core teachings of Buddhism.

Although the differences were subtle, goodness only knew if institutions like the Central Academy of Drama, the Beijing Film Academy, and the Shanghai Theatre Academy actually existed here, or if they existed under different names.

"Wang Qin and his people haven't discovered that I'm an undercover agent yet, and progress is quite good. Currently, they are anchored along the coast of the South China Sea, about twenty kilometers away from Haikou City. I suppose that shouldn't be too far from your South China Sea Military Region, right?" Ye Ling asked.

It would be foolish not to leave under these circumstances; anyone with discerning eyes could see there was a problem between them, and a deep one at that. Shen Yichen was truly a fickle character; clearly having senior student Li Muzi, he still flirted half-heartedly with my sister. This was something I simply could not tolerate.

Asking three questions and getting three "I don't knows" left Ye Ling quite distressed; he had some trouble telling whether this military-uniformed brawny man in front of him was truly a vampire or not.

Yet every time he heard such a story, he found it immensely crazy, and it also engendered a complex understanding of his father's psychological state.

"The coffee here is very good, and the boss is a nice person." Chu Yun took a sip of his coffee and motioned to Lin Youmiao.

Xi Wuoxu glanced at Gao Fushuai, causing the latter to instantly roll his eyes, cover his mouth and nose, and flee in a shivering panic.

Not having received the respect he was due, he did not intend to spare any face for the other party either: "As a mature man, I understand that in your heart, Tianxian is the most precious gift bestowed upon you by the heavens, and no matter how heavily you guard her, it is completely justified."

Cui Hao waved his hand to dismiss the scout, and then went to find Cui Renshi to brief him on the situation. After listening, Cui Renshi hesitated for a moment.

Chu Lian was fortunate enough to survive after plunging off the cliff. Later, dragging his heavily wounded body, he managed to crawl out of the Profound Fire Ruins and all the way back to Yunluo Town.

Hearing Chen Jinghui's voice, Bei Tengying felt her heart skip a beat. She picked up her phone and took a reluctant look; sure enough, it really was Chen Jinghui.

By this time, Ye Qingqing had forgotten all about fear. The people around them looked at An Zi with awe, shouting her name aloud. An Zi was unaccustomed to this; grabbing Ye Qingqing, she teleported away to the City Lord's Mansion just like escaping.

With the matter nipped in the bud, the mayor was angry, but in the end, he still signed the surgery consent form with trembling hands.

Lin Bailou was soothing Sigrun's emotions; this boy, usually so full of sunshine, had actually gone wild like a mad lion on her account.

"You're courting death!" Elder Song roared, his primordial energy converging into streams of martial Qi that collided with Chu Lian's. Instantly, the figures of the two men flashed rapidly. Aside from Ma Yang and Qin Hu, who could see them relatively clearly, the others could not capture their figures at all, only hearing the sound of clashing metal bursting forth from time to time.

In her previous life, it had been the same way. She vomited so severely she couldn't even swallow her own saliva, and relying entirely on medicine, it took a full three months before she felt slightly better.

Dalei did not dare to tell the truth when calling home, only saying that he had some matters to attend to and would return a day later.