Chapter 52: There Are Always Troublemakers Plotting Against Me

"Wonderful, truly a pair of fine teammates."

Xie Yuhuai was so angry he laughed.

One and the same, they both loved adding things to his cup.

If he didn't do something in return, wouldn't he be failing to live up to the trust these two had placed in him?

"Young Master, what are your plans next?"

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With disheveled hair and coughing up blood endlessly, he fled the scene in a panic, not daring to approach the large bronze cauldron at the bridgehead ever again.

The face of the elderly man in white turned the color of a pig's liver, burning with fury. Yet, he was helpless as the Dragon Clan's allies outnumbered them, leaving the Star-Slaying Sect weak and utterly unable to compete.

After the three of them arrived, Masanao Midorikawa briefly explained the situation and stated the school's stance: they hoped the two families could resolve the matter through negotiation rather than making a scene in the media or with the police. The school wished to avoid being entangled in such incidents and could only act as a mediator.

Suddenly, the sun leapt out, illuminating the heavens and the earth. Standing in the gentle breeze and watching the sunlight wash over him, Zhao Zixing spoke slowly.

Long Qingchen, however, had stars in his eyes. A Blood Ginseng King transformed to this degree was at least ten million years old, a marvel that paled not even in comparison to an elixir of immortality.

"Is that so? Let me see." Dong Tianyou reached out and touched Zhang Biao's left shoulder, quietly channeling a trace of internal energy to examine it. The moment his hand made contact, an overwhelming rebound force violently thrust his palm away.

She ran home frantically, and by morning, asked her boss for leave—oh right, she had actually tried calling my phone first, but my phone was out of power that night. Although it was plugged into the computer to charge, I hadn't turned it on, so I missed her call, which was why she called her boss directly to ask for leave.

Under the orders of the two commanders, squads of a hundred men successively broke away from the battlefield, chasing right after Qin Ge's tail.

"Boss Li, with such a major event happening today, I must head back to make arrangements, so I will take my leave now. This is my name card. If Boss Li ever needs anything, I will certainly do all I can to help." After handing his business card to Li Yu, Fang Yanghui departed with a retinue of officials.

Yet you were speeding wildly down the highway in a battered van, nearly crashing into someone else's precious luxury car—keep in mind that just a single tire of their vehicle was worth more than ten beat-up vans combined.

Before Meng Qianxun even had a chance to speak, he vanished in a flash, leaving not a trace behind.

For millennia, human military science and technology had undergone rapid, day-by-day transformations, with all kinds of high-tech weaponry emerging in endless succession. Military hand-to-hand combat techniques were also continuously refined with the progress of the times. However, no matter how history evolved, military close-quarters combat could never be replaced in its fundamental military role.

Ruyi glanced at her sideways, and Aruo immediately fell silent, not daring to speak further. Along with Suixin, she helped Ruyi return.

"Afraid of you, am I?" I gave Brother Xu a look of contempt, smiled, and then sat down at my seat, powered on the computer, and logged into the game. After Brother Xu created the room, the two of us started an internal duel.

Though he didn't know Long Ming's origin for the time being, Xia Guohong knew that since he came from the mural, he was inextricably linked to the Deity-Refining Furnace.

She looked out toward the courtyard, where the peach blossoms in the center were blooming serenely, as brilliant as embroidered brocade glowing in the clouds, spreading across the earth and sky. A breeze swept by, and even the passing air tasted sweet. Silk-like clouds drifted lazily in the bright courtyard, and spring was in full bloom. Yet, amid such a fine time, her palace gates remained deeply barred, leaving her to watch the dusk advance irresistibly from the distance, with nowhere to flee.

"Beep-beep~ Landlord, we've locked onto them. Judging by their movements, they're about to attack. If we're just putting on a show, we're going to take a loss," Sunflower said from inside the battleship.

"We've reached my home. Would you two like to come in for a glass of water and rest your feet before heading over to the village chief's house?" Deng Qili suddenly stopped and turned around to ask.