How many dreams are there in this fleeting life? 8

At this moment, Tian Ye acted as if nothing had happened. Just like always, as soon as he woke up, he rummaged through the fridge, just like the shameless Tian Ye of the past had returned.

“Beauties are like scorpions. Sister Mei, are you as venomous as a scorpion as well?” Pan Yuhong looked at Mei Xuelian with a half-smile.

A deafening explosion, like a thunderclap, instantly drowned out Huang Ting’s shouts. Powerful gales surged outward, making the surrounding space shake violently, as though it might collapse at any moment.

The latter half of the sentence finally softened a little, as she dragged Tang Tang outside, never letting go of her hand even when they reached the main hall.

“I admit my defeat,” Hua Chanying lowered his gaze, and when he looked up again, all emotions were buried deep within. A faint smile played on his dazzlingly handsome face.

Before he officially joined us, Li Xun set a condition: after joining, he would only be responsible for giving us advice and would not participate in any fighting. Moreover, he insisted on having lunch with his friends at the welfare center every day, and no matter how important anything else was, it could not interfere with that.

Yan Yan paid no mind to their commotion. Now that she had received Nate’s instructions, she was determined to do whatever it took to fulfill her wish. Her confidence came from the ten bodyguards Nate provided—she believed that a man with such bodyguards could help her.

Tian Ye laughed; this was indeed just like his current stubborn temperament—he would never give up until he achieved his goal. Even with the simplest of tasks, he wanted to do his best.

Sure enough, Mei Xuelian didn’t disappoint Nate. In just a dozen seconds, she modified the large weapon on the Tenglong, making it explode within a controlled range, so there was no danger to others.

After a conversation filled with both explanations and evasions, Aige finally managed to send this troublesome guest away, only for the last visitor of the day to arrive before he even had a moment to rest.

“What’s that?” A pale yellow point of light floated in the air, emitting a powerful force, yet the battle between the two great generals had no effect on it at all.

What if Boss Cao stole his spear-throwing technique, using his manpower and resources to develop it, and then turned it against him? Wouldn’t that be a disaster?

“You might become extremely weak after you cross over, but no matter how weak you are, you must remember your landing spot. When you need to return, go back to that spot, and only then can I bring you back. Do you understand?” Jiutian Yishao asked.

“That’s right, but as for where the true body is, I can only tell the general alone!” Lin Jiaren paused, then said, “I just hope that after this battle, you’ll use this great merit to help me with something!” Lin Jiaren, who had been moved from the floor, was barely breathing, on the verge of death, as if he would pass away if he spoke another word.

A crimson invitation card, edged with faint gold thread, bore three bold characters: The Earl.

In the narrow passageway, An Qi and his group pushed and jostled, each refusing to give way. At this critical moment, everyone was desperate to escape and began resorting to any means. An Qi, relying on his status as leader, acted aggressively, but the others had long since lost any respect for him and no longer feared him at all.

Kneeling in Lin Jiaren’s office, hands cupped in a subservient gesture just short of prostration, was none other than Lai Min, whom he had already released.

“If anything happens, you can give orders at any time, given your status.” After saying this, Can Hua closed the door for Zhang Tao.

“Fenghua Nation covers nine million six hundred thousand miles, with thirteen provinces and countless counties. There are countless experts, and the one who rules this nation is a sovereign known as Lord Shenmu.”

“What are you staring at!” Yi Nian Zhi Mi snapped when he saw Su Ye looking at him, clearly displeased.

Those present at the venue looked toward Chen Yang, thinking he must surely feel some awe toward the Chaos Shadow School now.

At this point, Gu Nan finally discovered the greatest purpose of the Temple of the Evil God: it translated everything in this world into game terms he could understand.

The coalition’s encirclement was complete, but this time, the trap became a nightmare none had expected.

The food was so delicious that it instantly whetted one’s appetite. The juice, chilled in cold water, was exceptionally refreshing. Even though the weather was cold, wasn’t this exactly when juice tasted best? Just like hotpot is best enjoyed on a summer day.

“You want us to hand over our elixirs? Isn’t that the same as asking us to die? You might as well just kill us!” one of them protested.

Five earthen huts, swept by a cold wave, were engulfed in the resounding explosion that echoed through the mountain hollow. Dust and debris filled the air, turning everything to ruins.

It was clear that this fire lotus would possess incredibly powerful offensive strength, for from within it, the Demon King could sense a trace of dread.

“Haven’t we met somewhere before?” Looking closely at Su Yang, Hou Ba felt a sense of familiarity but just couldn’t recall where.

“Crazy Lu? Second Brother, have you ever heard of him? He’s definitely not an ordinary person. You can tell his skills aren’t low,” Mu Lingtian discussed with Wu Yi, speculating about Crazy Lu’s identity and motives.

Seeing her surprise, Ista shook her head and gently rubbed the spot on her head where she’d been struck. Truth be told, it wasn’t that it hadn’t hurt him at all—just that after he died, some natural phenomenon within himself had once again come into play.

“Just drive and keep your mouth shut. I’ve memorized your license plate. If a single word of our conversation today leaks out, you’d better watch yourself!” Ma Chengfeng threatened. The startled driver hurriedly put on headphones and focused intently on the road.

“Marshal, we’ve already secured control of the city walls. Next, we just need to take the gate, and we can’t let the coalition snatch away the fruits of our victory!” Guo Jia said.

It was a three-story ancient-style building. Inside the vast commercial building, every floor was filled with goods that ordinary people could only look up to in awe.

“All right, Brother Yunlong, you go. I’ll cover you myself!” Dian Wei was easygoing, not competing with Li Yuanlong for the task, and joined him in battle to protect him.