Chapter Forty-One: Golden Lion Transformation

Li Xun had already set the breakfast on the table, item by item. In truth, he still struggled to get used to buttered bread and such; he had no choice while abroad, but now that he was back in the country, he naturally avoided it whenever possible.

"Such a terrifying place—I hope I never have to encounter it in this lifetime," Panda said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Everyone poured out of the house and gathered in the courtyard, only to hear the messengers calling out in unison.

This matter sounds unbelievable, but if one were to truly explain it, it could actually be made clear in just a few sentences.

Fang Yi exchanged a look with the Great Emperor Qinghua, who immediately understood and led the Nine-Spirit Primal Saint away from the scene.

Suddenly, an arm appeared on the blade Kyojuro Rengoku was about to swing down. Although blood flowed freely from the wound, the voice that person let out was exceptionally firm.

"Look at the Ming army now. From generals down to soldiers, they are afraid of death in battle, yet when it comes to bullying the common people, they are all experts. Where is there any semblance of an army? They are worse than bandits; at least most bandits don't victimize the common folk," Zhu Hao said with some indignation.

Watching Su Miyu standing there, Su Lie sighed, not even knowing how to approach her.

Through conversations with the two, it was learned that Bi Zhonglin did not want to be a craftsman; he wished to secure an official position. However, his uncle, Bi Maokang, though a great inventor, was a man under a cloud of disgrace. With no money for bribes, he could only remain idle at home, spending his days researching machinery while living in severe poverty.

Qiu'er rejected Fang Yi's request. She looked toward the Taiyin Star Lord, her eyes filled with both resentment and helplessness.

Hearing Yang Tian bring up serious business, Zhou Su became uncharacteristically solemn, though she still hung onto Yang Tian, refusing to let go.

I walked very slowly. My body still could not maintain its balance; every step felt as if I were about to collapse.

A carnivorous banyan tree, unable to endure the external stimulation any longer, retracted its tentacle roots into its main body. To its surprise, the itching that had felt like torture just a second ago vanished instantly, as if everything it had just experienced were merely an illusion.

Regardless of how it happened, being able to break through to level 30 at this age, Zhu Zhuqing could certainly be called a top-tier genius. Connections and resources are sometimes a type of advantage as well.

Xiao Ting knew that this was his body’s involuntary reflex when facing a life-threatening danger.

Sun Mohan set down her wine glass, stood up from the sofa, and walked toward me slowly, accompanied by the music. As soon as I finished singing the last word, she leaned in and kissed me.

Due to the special regulations of Wuhun City, Xue Qinghe ordered the Royal Knights to garrison outside the city, while he led the 16 teams into Wuhun City himself. Later, led by a cardinal, they were settled into a hotel on the west side of the city.

She wanted to stand up, but her limbs were weak, and she shivered uncontrollably, the hair on her body standing on end.

Before the aerial forces could enter the range of the acid attack, Cui Tianxiao hooked his fingers repeatedly, and dense bolts of purple lightning shot toward the sky.

Watching Li Qianqian leave, I went inside to clock in. Song Yan hadn't arrived yet; she still had that habit of never entering the room until the very last second.

Yet, the sight of the surging crowds, a sea of people, was unbelievable to anyone who saw it! It was like a torrent of steel, or perhaps an army encampment.

"I clearly saw him leave; how could he appear here? Could it be a ghost?" Xi Xixi felt like she had seen a spirit. She had clearly watched him walk out of the villa.

Inside the presidential suite where Xu Ke was staying, he stood up from a comfortable recliner. The bathrobe draped over him slid down slowly, revealing muscles as crystalline as marble. Although his muscles looked sturdy, his physique did not appear bulky but rather slender, like a fine work of art.

However, the Crown Prince would never say these words aloud. He only gave a subtle hint, and with Gu Xinian’s shrewdness, it was impossible for him not to understand.

Since Anle had resolved to practice her culinary skills well, she no longer shopped in the careless, indifferent manner she once had. Instead, she brought a serious attitude to it, carefully deliberating and considering every aspect from nutritional balance to freshness.

"Then, who exactly is this Katies, whom you are willing to save at all costs?" Shui Rou asked relentlessly.

Ye Qinglan composed herself, rolled up the scroll in her hand, and placed it back in its original spot. Her gaze swept casually across the room, and suddenly, she caught sight of a familiar-looking scroll.

But as luck would have it, Jiang Jiewen’s timing was just right. The candidates in the family had already begun to enter the training and trial period.

When he first arrived in this realm, he had spent his days counting on his fingers, longing for the day he could return to Earth. But as time went by, he gradually forgot everything about Earth and tried hard to get used to life in this realm.

Sister Hong, however, was not as relaxed as him; after all, this was her first time going out alone to negotiate business, and she had no experience at all. Seeing Wang Zihao’s expression, she assumed he was an expert in this field and sat down beside him.

Yet he did not dare to relax in the slightest. Last time he discovered someone outside the door, he feared it was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, which was why he hadn't gone out.

"Actually, at first, I also thought someone was playing tricks behind the scenes. But now, I am beginning to doubt that view," Zhi Xi said.

Su Ying and Meng Na watched helplessly as the black flame at Wang Bo's heart was suppressed by the fire from Mr. Qin's fingertips. With a thud, Wang Bo fell like a door plank, landing directly in the bathtub.

Few people knew about this meeting. Those who did referred to it as the "Plan for the Partition and Occupation of Japan," formulated by the victorious nations of World War II—China, the United States, the Soviet Union, and the United Kingdom—to plan the division of the Japanese nation after its defeat.