Butterflies (26)

The projection vanished abruptly, as Cong Yi had signaled. His immediate task was to master these two moves, rather than ambitiously aiming to learn the entire set of boxing techniques.

With a single command, mist rose within the great hall. Before Yunyang and Yan Fei’er could regain their senses, they found themselves suspended above an island, transported in but a blink of an eye.

“A water force of ten thousand? You managed to recruit that many?” Zhao Yu’s gaze betrayed a hint of curiosity as he heard Zhang Yun mention the number, clearly harboring some skepticism about the scale.

When Liu Mo initiated his stance, all the elders of the Han family, as well as Han Cheng, Yan Yan, and Han Lang, were left utterly dumbfounded. They recognized the move instantly. Then a colossal axe of light formed, its energy surging forth even more fiercely than Han Cheng’s previous display.

Jiang Qingqing’s phone had few games, only a fishing master one, and just a handful of apps—none of those photo-editing tools. Naturally, with her resources, she had little use for such things. Remembering her last conversation with a man named Mumu, I opened her WeChat.

The Dragon King knelt on the ground, cradling the limp and delicate body in his hands, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

In military circles, Kevlar was hailed as the “Armor Guardian.” Wheels reinforced with Kevlar could swiftly escape an attack even if the tires were completely stripped. The armored vehicles of the Xiao family used precisely this material for their wheels.

Despite so many deaths in the Heart-cleansing Pavilion of Yuezhou, Yicheng remained remarkably stable. This feat, no matter how you looked at it, was far more impressive than the legendary martial arts of Cheng Yitian.

“Treasure? What is it?” Han Lang asked in puzzlement, completely lost as to what the Black Wolf King was referring to.

Xia Yuechuan was already in a sour mood, and after being splashed with dirty water for no reason, he turned his head to glance expressionlessly at Chen Rusong. The head of the Medicine Immortal Sect immediately felt chilled to the bone, as if submerged in an icy river. Even when he shifted his gaze, he was frozen in place, unable to move, like a statue made of ice.

At this moment, though the survivors breathed a little easier, they could not allow the demon to escape. If it returned to the Blood Pool, who knew if it would recover—certainly, they could not let it flee.

The faces of the three ambitious men changed dramatically, a trace of fear appearing as if even the mere mention of that name could frighten them, regardless of whether the man was dead or alive.

Everyone at Qianda Group knew that President Jiang had something to discuss with the chairman. They all tactfully excused themselves and entered the hotel.

[Back to writing] Prediction: the next update will be around one o’clock. Night owls can wait; the rest of the ladies, please rest early.

Recently my spirits have been poor—yesterday an infusion, today a shot. Please forgive any typos. In a few days, I’ll revise everything together. My apologies.

Qiu Qianlin looked up to see her with a stern expression, face drawn tight. He frowned slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, “Why?” Despite his doubts, he handed over the pill. Su Hanjin took it, turned away, and sat at the furthest point, beginning to focus her energy and regulate her breathing.

While most nations assumed that China and Japan would inevitably clash over the Ryukyu Islands, the General Staff Office in the Summer Palace was already drafting China’s overall strategy for war with Japan.

“Governor Ye, did you sell Fengtian’s steel to Britain and France?” Midoll asked impatiently as soon as he entered.

Liu Yu was indeed a loyal member of the imperial clan—given the throne, he dared not take it! Still, I can’t be bothered with such trivial matters.

When the time comes, Dean Jia will act again, completely destroying the Heavenly Azure Sect. Then their sacrifice will have meaning.

When the two of them worked together to dig up the grave and were about to lift the coffin lid, Chu Tiankuo felt uneasy and asked Dongfang Hong to bring the lamp.

He was still officially Shui Mai’s fiancé. If she discovered him in Yanxiang’s bed, how awkward would that be?

“They won’t leave,” said Yi Hong calmly from the side, his voice somewhat suppressed, eyes bloodshot.

The scent of alcohol from the other’s breath wrapped around her, and Shen Mubai was already dizzy. The man’s hand slipped inside, kneading her body, eliciting waves of shuddering and trembling.

Chu Tiankuo frowned, his expression changed, and he grabbed her hand, urgently pulling her forward.

Just as he entered, before asking the workers at the horse farm where Tianya and Feng Nishang were, a crisp voice rang out from behind several stables.

Her teeth clenched tightly, producing a grinding sound that seemed especially terrifying in the silent night.

Lin Ming burst out laughing, his blood-stained eyes filled with disdain and arrogance. He had not expected the man to be so foolish as to come knocking in this manner.

A kiss burning with passion, as if intent on consuming everything, sweeping over all, silently occupying every corner of the heart like reeds spreading by the lakeside.

Lin Sheng gently laid down the corpse of the man, feeling no remorse whatsoever. It was not his fault—if he had not killed them, he himself might have died.

Shawulei had been utterly beaten, stripped of any semblance of the Star Demon Leader; even the most dilapidated junk car would look better than it did now.

Among them were Chen Tianxiao, the head of the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall rescued by Nangong Chu, and his family. The Western gentleman had already taken his leave.

There was nothing to be done—Hong Jiu and Leng Touqing wasted no small amount of heavenly treasures. They trained diligently, but possessed only eighth and ninth-grade spiritual roots, little actual combat experience. Reaching the Core Formation stage was already a miracle.

They were the legendary Hundred Clans. In the past, there were over a hundred races. After the great war, only a dozen remained. Sadly, while fleeing, more races perished; now, only a few clans survive.

Lin Sheng was not angry; he simply had no time for such matters. Better to avoid trouble. He would deal with Gui Xiao and his companions first, then handle the rest.

“Master Feng, are you waiting for someone from the Song Gang? Master Feng, which restaurant are you at? I’ll head over with Wolf King and the others right away.” Li Zhong did not disappoint Lin Feng, immediately revealing his intentions.

The golden Buddha statue, three inches tall, shone brilliantly. Clearly crafted from gold, such a large image must be worth at least a million.

The Great Star Palm struck out, a massive emerald palm shadow unleashing a terrifying wave of primal energy, imprinting toward Nangong Chu. At the same time, figures charged at him.

Yet, having acted true to herself, how could she now face Wang Jinjin and Xu Hanfeng?