39. Ordinary Days 10

Qian Xiwu swung his axe twice. He looked at the steward; since the steward was the one who had sold the meat, it should be returned to him now that he had come back. "Steward, here," he said, extending the axe toward him.

Fang Yi didn't think much of it and walked straight ahead. Just then, a man stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

Zhao Yun charged back and forth through the Cao army, actually searching for archers. Suddenly, he spotted five or six of them ahead, hesitating on how to attack. Overjoyed, Zhao Yun spurred his horse forward, wielding both spear and sword. Before the Cao archers could even react, they all fell dead to the ground.

"Make enemies?" Seven Kills gave a disdainful laugh. He wasn't afraid of making enemies, because no matter who they were, they would never guess that the Assassin’s Tower existed in such a remote and secluded location.

"The last one was a white crow, and this one is a black crow. What kind of creatures are these? They won't even die!" Jiang Yu said, rather annoyed.

He saw an old monk with a white beard sitting cross-legged on a bamboo bed inside the hut. Not wanting to disturb him, he was about to retreat when the old monk opened his eyes.

Cuihua stuck out her tongue and said no more, though she muttered to herself, "You're still underage, how can you think so far ahead?"

Later, feeling a chill on his lower body, he realized he was stark naked and hurriedly transformed the Ruyi Battle Armor into clothing to wear.

The Golden Cudgel slammed heavily onto the long saber the Fire Wolf raised, forcing the beast back several steps. Sun Wukong, pressing his advantage, continued his pursuit with the staff in hand.

He was not a mere strategist, or rather, under Dong Zhuo’s command, there were no pure strategists. He had wielded weapons, fought on the battlefield, and killed men. His martial arts were not inferior to those of an ordinary soldier, and he could lead an army into battle when necessary.

Han Feng couldn't handle it himself, so he handed the task over to the pirates. His method of finding them was simple: he posted a hidden announcement in the Six-Degree Space. This announcement would appear as a data stream within the space, invisible to others, but detectable by the pirates.

An Long chimed in coldly, "How nice, a personal disciple of an epic hero." He hadn't had that fortune back in the day; even his brother Yi Long’s swordsmanship had been taught by Uncle Shewen.

However, given his cultivation realm, every step he took spanned a vast distance. To an outsider, it looked like teleportation—one moment he was there, and the next he had vanished, leaving only an afterimage behind.

"That is good. Many thanks, Brother Wang, for these materials. I shall accept Tang Wu’s challenge to a duel." Yuan Futong cupped his hands, rose, and took his leave.

With a flick of his hand, Guo Yang sent a thin but extremely sharp blade of wind flying toward the antenna of a Centaur-Zerg.

Hua Yuye took a beautifully packaged box from his clothes. Ouyang Yaxin looked at him and smiled happily. It wasn't the first gift he had given her, but it was perhaps the most special—the first gift since their relationship had deepened.

Another initiative was aimed at the nobility: the "VIP Annual Pass," which not only granted year-round access to the second-floor VIP rooms but also included a complimentary pot of premium Cave-Top Oolong tea with every visit.

Luna’s eyes misted over, and she tightened her arms around Wang Wei’s waist.

Thinking of the pain she had endured today, Hua Ruxu was filled with reluctance, but she could not ignore the obvious anticipation in the man’s eyes.

Caught firmly in the middle of a rush, fingers deep in flesh like steel, her upper body stopped instantly, while her lower body remained in motion.

"I intend to make it all for nothing!" Sun Quan declared. He ordered his horses to be prepared and led his personal guards toward the ferry. Lu Su, seeing this, followed closely, thinking to himself: If the Lord goes to Lujiang to settle scores, Gongjin will surely be disheartened by the state of Jiangdong. If he retires, who will be left to lead the Jiangdong armies?

Liu Yan felt as though she hadn't felt this relaxed in years, a long-lost sensation washing over her heart.

The cross-shaped blade light advanced rapidly along the cutting path, fixed on Hattori Hanzo, whom Masamune had just pierced. Miyamoto’s sixth sense told him that the latter would not be defeated so easily.

Hearing Alpha’s words, the three hundred or so adventurers, whether of noble or common birth, erupted in cheers.

The Hua army had presented a multiple-choice question, and as for what choice the Soviet pilots would make, they didn't care in the slightest. The two electromagnetic anti-aircraft guns didn't even show a hint of emotion as they continued their barrage; in the blink of an eye, another four T-72 tanks were destroyed.

As the fist struck, Lin Xue’s body retreated with the blow, maintaining a distance of half an inch. Even when the punch reached its full extension, it remained half an inch from her dress, never touching a single thread.

Each of them possessed world-destroying power, and their deeds were nearly legendary. They eventually became legends themselves. They were originally ordinary people, and they first appeared during the time the ancient Demon King was resurrected.

The Mad Demon roared the last word, and a magnificent aura erupted from his body.

Hearing this, Zhou Yu was left speechless. The Cao soldiers opposite them, hearing Guo Jia’s words, burst into jeering laughter. Although Zhou Yu’s surrender to Jingshi was a matter of necessity, it remained the "stain" of his life. Guo Jia was deliberately downplaying the situation, naturally intending to ignite Zhou Yu’s fury.

After listening to Liu Yan, Chen Yong turned back and waved at Zhao Fukang, who was not far behind him. Receiving the boss’s summons, Zhao Fukang trotted over eagerly.