37 Ordinary Days 8

"Oh no, Zilan is in danger..." Tang Seng's expression shifted. Seeing a dozen gourd vines lashing out and entangling Zilan in the mirror, his eyes widened in alarm.

Although preparations had been made in advance, life in Anyang could hardly compare to that in the imperial capital; it was essentially just enough to get by. While Li Xiangqian had great patience, why eat vegetables when meat was available?

It wasn't just the courtyard; the villa nearby, the two elders, the guards, and those working in the training grounds—no one could escape the reach of his sensory perception.

After all, being able to hear one's most admired idol sing at such close range, what regrets could there be? What was there to be dissatisfied with?

Liu Feng was stunned. As a seasoned music fan, he could generally discern the quality of an entire song just from the opening bars.

As for Helis, it went without saying. It could be said without exaggeration that her current strength had absolutely reached the peak power achievable by a Super Saiyan 2.

Liu Xinrou wondered if she had been born in the wrong era. Why did her sisters at home act like they had gone mad? With so many good men outside, why were they all crowding around the second brother?

Under the deliberate concealment of the Tianxin Legion, the news of the Sky-High Mercenary Group's annihilation remained unknown to the Canglan Army.

"Come to Human Resources tomorrow to settle your final paycheck," Xu Jiahui said coldly, her tone brook no argument as she addressed Zhou Changsheng.

Fortunately, the immortals nearby were in such a panic to save others that they didn't notice Zhu Jiumei; otherwise, there would surely have been trouble.

"What could you possibly store in a place the size of a palm?" the Emperor said, brooking no dissent. The world was vast, and he possessed a landscape as beautiful as a painting; all of this was to be shared with Xin Yao.

The dimensional light slash that shortened spatial distance and ignored defenses to a certain extent; the teleportation skill that made mindless dodging of sneak attacks possible; and the spatial mirror that reflected damage.

After dealing with various matters, Yan returned to the game. It was still early morning in the game world. He logged in at the entrance of Fugui Manor. Yan Baiwu was quite considerate; had she not slipped out for a stroll and then returned, Yan would certainly have been lost in the formation within the maple forest outside.

"Die!" Seeing such a golden opportunity, the centaur was overjoyed. He raised his long sword high and took a step forward. The moment his blade fell would be the moment his opponent met his end. This time, he was determined to kill his enemy with his own hands to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Xin Yao guarded the empty outer chamber, but no matter from which angle she looked, she could not catch a glimpse of a figure behind the door curtain.

"This is the dish I prepared for the first round of the Top Ten Tournament," Zheng Ke said with extreme seriousness.

"Understood," Du Yixing agreed, his gaze eager and expectant. If Nan Di did not mind, he could consider himself a friend who had once shared a meal with her.

The crowd's attention turned to Lu Fan and Shao Qi. Those blocking their path voluntarily stepped aside, clearing a way for them.

"Chef Anxi, are you not joking? If you are gone, what will happen to Junke Pavilion?" Kuriyama Ren asked in return.

After all, the existing Council of Nobles held immense power, arguably second only to the King of the Kingdom.

"Don't be impatient. Once the two sect leaders return, I will pamper you properly." Watching the stunning, trembling beauty before him, Hu Wei’s appetite was whetted, but he dared not make a move on Xia Wei'er first. Yang Bupo had given orders: she could only be handed over to Hu Wei for disposal after they finished their interrogation.

Now that the Chaos Divine Fire was at the level of a Median God Sovereign, once Qin Yang bonded with it, he should be able to break through to the rank of Superior God Sovereign.

Had his only arm not been bound to the stone bed by Xiao Mohe, he would have even wanted to point at his own head. When he said this, he showed clear disdain for Xiao Mohe.

To this end, Ye Yan directly notified "Dog Egg" Yang Kang, asking this "Buddha" famous in the county to order his subordinates to mobilize fully and search for suspicious individuals.

Over these three days, Ye Fei had been unable to contact Chen Xuance. He didn't know if he was dead or alive, nor could he obtain any useful information.

"To obtain the form but lose the spirit—that is truly tragic!" Kong Yingda was a titan of academia; his words held the most weight.

Technically, she didn't object to helping Tang Ming with *that*, but the thought of Mu Zixin being nearby, coupled with the fact that Tang Ming had clearly favored Mu Zixin during the day, made her somewhat dissatisfied, so she decided to play hard to get.

Ye Fei was a stranger to this General Manager Lu, but he guessed she must be a relative of the Tantai family. Despite being rejected, Ye Fei persisted.

However, because it was a public elective course like Health Class, there were many students attending—not only from his own department but also from the Economics and Management department and other faculties.

When Li Daoran's figure vanished from his spot, the Sea Clan members moved in tacit coordination. Some intercepted Li Daoran, while others launched direct attacks.

At this moment, Li Wu was even more unbridled on the defensive end. Standing within the three-point line, he would double-team whoever had the ball, except for Lyles in the corner. This completely stifled Kentucky's offensive system, leaving Coach Calipari to shout from the sidelines, urging Lyles to play one-on-one.

Her heart was filled with shock, and she suddenly froze. Could it be that she had truly arrived at the edge of the desert?

Taoist Liu was so shocked he couldn't speak clearly. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed any of it, thinking he had seen a ghost.

Sun Bingcheng had thoughts of retreating, but Song Jiang would not let him off. Landing on the ground, he gripped his staff at the center with both hands, swung it around his body, swept away two nearby soldiers, and then, with a light tap of his toes, gave chase to Sun Bingcheng.

Old Sa twitched his lips, knowing there was no other choice. Whether it was to awaken more Progenitors or to aim for *Him* at the Earth's core, the first step was to sabotage the Grand Festival. This was an important event that the Progenitors had waited one hundred thousand days for; nothing compared to it, save for the direct assassination of the All-Knower.

In the first eight days, Song Jiang and the others cleared the area around the camp, and in the remaining four days, they conducted a re-sweep of the cleared territory, hunting down every fierce beast and pest. After such a thorough clearing, the riverbank by the camp no longer saw the sight of a hundred beasts coming to drink.