Monster (25)

“What exactly does he want to do?” The first thing Tian Tian thought of was that he was trying to scam her out of money, but she was the poorest in the neighborhood and hardly worth the trouble.

The older generation might have some understanding of war, and know what kind of adversary they were about to face. But most of the younger ones, perhaps at this very moment, still harbored fantasies of earning unprecedented merit, making their names known throughout the realm, and becoming heroes admired by all.

Though this looked like a simple defense, considering the previous match and the atmosphere between the two teams, this defense was far from as straightforward as everyone imagined.

After all, the knowledge gap was not insignificant. Learning is a process of accumulation, and to catch up with the top students in a short period was nearly impossible.

“I have no problem with it, just preparing some things to keep myself alive. After all, even this level of combat is somewhat dangerous for me,” Lilith shrugged.

After that person’s long speech, the whole chat channel fell silent, and after a pause, an even more intense wave of discussion erupted.

When no one was near, the Heart of Forgetting floated quietly several dozen centimeters above the ground, until Heloise approached. It then seemed to activate, emitting a bright blue glow. Heloise stopped before the Heart of Forgetting and reached out her right hand toward it.

The Boss’s rays were hard to defend against—from preparation to firing took less than a second, and the hit was instantaneous. Most present couldn’t dodge it perfectly. As for taking it head-on, only Lilith’s powered armor could manage. Aside from that, even Alessia would be doomed if struck directly.

After consulting with Zhukov, who could now limp a few steps, Lin Jun decided to rest only one night at the logging camp before heading to Kizil. The current situation was clearly not suitable for riding a mule.

Weapons from another world correspond to cosmic power and are an indispensable part of the process.

Zhu Sihua was older than Tang Lichuan, but he seemed to envy people of the martial world, so he called Tang Lichuan “brother” whenever they met.

Qian Qingxi bent over, gasping for breath, her cool cheeks flushed with brilliant color, like a hillside bursting with flowers—dazzling and striking.

Huo Huaixin wanted to follow Yue Qiong’s words, for he was genuinely worried about Qin Wan. Qin Wan had helped him several times, and he felt a real sense of gratitude.

The medical robot named Dora was a high-tech product under Aruba’s technology company, widely applied in medical examinations.

Two figures moved forward, the sun, moon, and stars faintly revolving around them—naturally, these were She Yu and the Western King Su Yue.

Merlin ended up wasting another two days in Yerevan City. The city lord wanted to host a banquet for him, but Merlin politely declined, citing his mission.

After recent events, Hu Chao was the first to notice that his master’s current situation was inseparable from Princess Xiang.

Xu Qing came closer and examined the cat. Its fur was silver-blue, looking quite noble under the warm lights of the pet shop. Paired with its jewel-like eyes, it was like royalty among cats.

Just as the truck began to reverse, shouts of battle suddenly erupted from the dense forest. Amid flying dust, dozens of ragged soldiers charged out from both sides, bayonets gleaming, rushing madly toward the truck.

First, ordinary spirit beasts struggled to become monsters; then, among them, newborns found it increasingly difficult to grow and mature.

Yu Sile seemed to be working on homework, but quietly kept an eye on Lin Chu. Last night, Lin Chu stepped forward unexpectedly. Yu Sile was surprised—she hadn’t expected this rascal to actually be so responsible.

Lin Chu suddenly felt as if the end of the world had come. The same address, when recited by Tong Yao in her sweet, coquettish voice, stirred endless ripples in his heart.

The Japanese translator’s face paled with fear, kneeling before Jia Chong, unable to speak a word.

Pouring all his energy into writing, studying science was never a particularly good choice for him. To do research, especially in science, one’s heart must be sincere. Without sincerity, it’s impossible to settle down and seriously analyze the true meaning behind each formula.

The Empress wiped her tears and said, “Father marrying me to the Emperor was a mistake!” Her words carried complaint, and in her grievances, all her sorrow was revealed.

Every so often, golden lightning tore through the sky, ripping it open and crashing down upon the ruins.

The setting sun reddened the western horizon, painting the landscape in hues of beauty. Two figures clad in white bathed in the sunset, their bodies draped in golden light. Their heights matched, and there was an indescribable harmony between them.

The relationship between the two was actually quite good, but purely as brother and sister, nothing more.

Perhaps when Lin Jiamao goes abroad, he’ll meet someone he truly likes. Or maybe, in time, he’ll realize that his current feelings are still rather immature.

An Juntang fixed his eyes on the open palm, glanced at the lotus platform, said nothing, and quietly paced past, stopping on the floating lotus.

His actions were smooth and decisive; by the time the guards realized it was a ruse, it was already too late.

Last time, Hao Ren and Duanmu Zheng rode on the Phoenix King’s back. The Phoenix King flew all night to reach the outskirts of Dadao City. Hao Ren’s speed was much inferior; he flew for two days and nights before finally arriving at the lake where Duanmu Zheng underwent his tribulation.

The conversation between the two ended there. Guan Yuchen stared at the screen, no longer seeing new messages. Looking at the chat history, for a moment he felt as if he was chatting not with Li Zi, but with Sister Meng. Sister Meng often enticed him into all sorts of mischief.

“Are you crazy? You want me to stay here without moving?” Gu Meng exclaimed, clearly annoyed.

The young Er Bao, full of adolescent spirit, grumbled while rubbing the corner of his eye, his gaze wary as he watched Jin Liunian.

Nakamura and the others were stunned. There’s a saying in China about war—something about not beheading messengers—but he didn’t understand why the other side suddenly wanted to kill.

Even so, a trace of force struck Hao Ren’s internal organs. He didn’t cough up blood, but his qi and blood churned, nearly robbing him of breath.

Whenever I see him, waves of sorrow surge within me. So many memories come flooding back. I long to untangle the knot between us, but his hatred gives me no chance. Ultimately, all our words turn into a war between us.