Chapter 118: Island Life

"I'm not feeling well. You keep it and eat it yourself." After saying this, Xue'er turned and left.

Upon hearing Steward Zhao's words, Li Jiannan realized there was no need for him to beat around the bush. Steward Zhao was clearly a man of vast worldly experience, effectively shutting down any further argument Li Jiannan might have had with a single sentence.

Entering the city, the popularity on almost all the main thoroughfares reached a terrifying level. The streets were extraordinarily wide, yet they were packed with a massive, surging crowd of people.

The defensive line composed of drones collapsed due to unknown interference, and the subsequently deployed VF-171 units suffered constant casualties due to their generally low skill level. The battle was almost completely one-sided; judging by the ratio of enemy to friendly casualties, it was undoubtedly a unilateral massacre.

"You got it!" Old Zhang responded, his roar echoing through the communication channel shortly after.

One autumn, I took my hunting rifle and some dry rations, heading into the mountains with Saihu, hoping to bag a big prize.

The Emperor had moved behind Yao Chuxi, resting his chin gently on her head, careful not to apply any pressure.

As soon as the automatic door cracked open, He Moming heard a commotion from within. Listening closely, he identified a familiar voice—Luo. Judging by the content of the argument, they seemed to be debating the modification of a mecha.

Listening to Yang Hui's introduction, Zhao Qian thought to himself that it was no wonder; if this place were developed, calling it a gold mine would be an understatement. Yet, it was being used as a private club, a feat only possible through the combined efforts of these top-tier families.

"How have these past few days been?" The Emperor lay on Yao Chuxi's lap, inhaling her delicate fragrance, feeling perfectly at ease, as if all his usual worries had vanished in that moment.

Each one was more tragic and gruesome than the last. By the time he saw the final one, Fu Qing couldn't help but feel like vomiting.

"Heh, the Grand Duke is too kind. How could a mere nobody like me contend with your miraculous poisonous rain? Once that rain fell, three million of our brave soldiers collapsed to the ground. Such a method truly commands my admiration—my deepest admiration!" Black Wolf's pupils constricted, his voice dripping with venom as he spoke each word with deliberate precision.

"You want me to be your son? I'm not even willing," he said, putting on an arrogant air.

Leng Yu's expression shifted slightly. With a movement of his hands, he invoked his secret techniques, and without a moment's hesitation, he unleashed the Earth-Severing Divine Ability.

Qinghe had not intended to use any special privileges, yet the matter had been steered toward Yunbai. The fact that she dared not confront him directly was truly cowardly, yet she still had the nerve to declare war on him.

"I never thought such a big brand as SAY would have a waiter like you. This is simply a failure on their part. Now that you have insulted my character, I think it is necessary to call the police!" As she spoke, she immediately took out her phone.

"If I hadn't come, I fear the Lin Group wouldn't have survived this quarter before meeting its end." Lin Yaohui spoke sternly, then used his cane to push the office door shut.

The bone dragon Suokuilermillars grew from a juvenile to an adult in exactly this manner.

As soon as the Chaos Demon Body Technique was channeled through his hands, the blood and qi within his body surged wildly, threatening to burst through his skin.

By the time the White Demon King's white halberd pierced the heart of the Great Vajra, he dragged his broken arm along, only to find that the blood ginseng had already vanished.

Even if Ling Chen could refine Bone-Tempering Pills himself, with his half-perfect bone tempering at the Hua-Jin stage and the Spirit God Pill to boost his mental energy, his current strength at the mid-Hua-Jin stage was likely at its absolute peak, wasn't it?

Luo Gan and Erhu were still hiding in a dilapidated shack. Next to them was a pigsty, the foul stench occasionally wafting over and leaving them in constant terror. The sound of pigs squealing echoed in their ears, and their bodies pressed against the wooden fence of the shed, which looked as though it could collapse at any moment.

Did this person really not know, or was she just pretending? She had just brushed shoulders with Qiao Pan'er, after all.

Murong Feisi briefly explained to him what had happened when Nan Xiying arrived earlier. Originally, she had just said they were going to eat at the Nanyun Domain to get rid of them, but now she really did want to go there for a free meal; she figured the Crown Prince's food couldn't be too bad.

"It would have been better if you had just said all his information was low-level, instead of going in circles like that!" Foulishiji looked at Foulisilun's evasive behavior and felt nothing but disdain.

Murong Feisi stared intently at Murong Yufei, not missing a single change in his expression. In truth, she had been keeping an eye on Hu'er throughout the journey; other than being a bit tired, her complexion was actually better than her own, so she had assumed everything was fine. But seeing her brother's expression now, she wondered—had he been caring too little for Hu'er?

"Good, those are words that only a truly capable organization would say!" Huang Yankuo looked at Li Daofeng, letting him make the promise.

Ling Chen focused his attention on the five young martial artists; there was no doubt they were the ones representing China in the World Martial Arts Tournament this year.

Jiang Ran looked at Jiang Chen with suspicion, blinking her eyes. Her stunning face, illuminated by the moonlight, appeared transcendental, like a fairy descended from the nine heavens.

As soon as he met the amused eyes of Jun Mo and Xia Fanxing, the deep-seated fear in his memory stirred within his very bones.

"Is there something Young Master Cheng wants to see me about?" Sheng Qingqing couldn't help but ask. She was simply too curious; even Cheng Wu's cold expression couldn't stop her.