101, a new mission?

As the first rays of morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains and spilled softly onto the bedroom floor, Lin Mi slowly awoke, stretching leisurely with a contented yawn. She savored the comfort of waking naturally, reaching for her phone. The screen lit up, revealing a new message. It was from Wei Xun:

“Get up and come to my place for breakfast. I’ve been simmering rice porridge and prepared some food. The door lock code has already been changed to yours.”

Only after steadying himself did Li Kuafu find a moment to catch his breath and finally look up at the swiftly passing Vermilion Bird. The shock must have been quite intense, as Zhang Liao still felt as if he were enveloped in a mist.

At this point, many viewers began to sympathize with Billy, portrayed by Jude, hoping the police in the film would soon capture Frank. Arsenal’s stars sat inside the cabin, gazing out the window at the bustling crowd below. Fans waved Arsenal’s emblem high on countless flags, the airport awash in a sea of red—not Manchester United’s red, nor Liverpool’s, but Arsenal’s unmistakable hue.

Feng Wang’s heart trembled. Seeing this man was like a celestial being descending from the sky—yet even such an arrival should come with a resounding thud, not silently as if from nowhere. Startled, he raised his left palm to his chest, spun around, and unleashed a sudden right punch. A tremendous roar split the air as snowflakes scattered, rippling like stones cast into a pond.

Five weary soldiers, most wounded, were charging forward. If they failed to crush their enemies utterly, justice would be defied. More importantly, after acquiring this aged South Sea timber, he could use the materials from Yu Feng’s place along with it to further strengthen his flying sword.

“Brother Tu said you took a hit for him,” Li Kuafu said with a smile, pulling over a chair to sit and speaking to Huzi. Following Jian Yi’s pointed finger, Feng Xishan saw a bizarre beast lying in the valley below—its enormous single horn, rounded head, and massive body complemented by four ox-like hooves and a slender tail.

Before the assessment, he needed to concoct some pills and spiritual artifacts as rewards for a few strong players, enabling them to perform at their best during the trial. Lady Yu had worried about having to venture into town but had not expected a doctor to be present in the courtyard.

Her natural beauty became even more enchanting as she emerged from the bathwater. Su Xuerui was dazed for a moment before realizing what had transpired. If these rumors only hurt him, it might be bearable, but since they impugned Su Xuerui’s innocence, he could not remain calm.

Thus, she was impatient and unwilling to rely entirely on Sister Y anymore; she wanted to attract Xu Mushen herself, to have the advantage of proximity. He felt a piercing pain deep within his abdomen, as if a blade shattered his soul and tore through his dantian.

“That’s something you need not worry about. As long as you are a legitimate healer or cultivator, we only register you—we won’t make things difficult.”

Deng Yuandong glanced around but saw no sign of Ji Xian; it was as if Ji Xian had vanished into thin air, silent and unseen. Chen Xin’s words carried a certain boldness, though his voice was somewhat youthful, lending an odd impression.

Several dozen people took part in the on-site identification, disguised as pedestrians, merchants, and warriors, gradually converging on various blind spots. At the forefront, Yao Ling watched Shangguan Lin and Xia Tian conversing, growing curious about Xia Tian. This seemingly young boy—could he really participate in the battle?

“Thank you!” Xu Xiaowen nodded with a smile, then turned to sit sideways in the seat behind. “Impossible!” The Grand Heavenly Lord of Dading paled, clutching his thigh tightly with both hands to barely remain standing.