Chapter 101: Brother Pang, Please Don’t Die!

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From what she just said, it can be understood that in her world on the other side, the food consumed can be converted into magical power. This implies that she has no need for excretion, or perhaps releasing magic by using spells is considered a form of excretion?

The maddening noise caused Zhang Tude immense pain in his ears, as if they were being cut by knives. It seemed to want to go even further, penetrating into his mind. More frighteningly, a very cold hand suddenly grabbed Zhang Tude’s hand, attempting to pull it away from his ear so that he could fully hear the voices outside.

Enduring three meals a day would be one thing, but to be counted even in the land reclamation efforts was too much for Li Zixin to bear.

The movements on the hand were gentle, eyes slowly scanning Ning Yuanxiu’s body with the appreciation one might have for a fine painting.

Those who remain in the Demon Suppression Division are all formidable masters or individuals with the potential to become great experts.

Weber: Hey! That’s enough, aren’t you supposed to be discussing this video? Why are you dragging me into this again?

Helingchuan saw him hiding in a corner away from the firelight, eating something that looked like a bowl of porridge. Everyone else sat down, but he could only crouch or kneel.

Weber: I can understand this world-class artifact, but what does 20 mean? Is it the strongest 20 among them? Or does it have some other significance?

He swallowed hard and slammed his hand down heavily, producing a ‘gudong’ sound.

Shichen: How about this? I’ll share the spell I drew with you all for research, so everyone can benefit.

“Master, what exactly is in his dream? Why can’t even you come out of it?” I asked.

Ziyan cast a disdainful glance at Lvloro. Such trivial gossip was truly boring and utterly failed to satisfy their curiosity.

Who would have thought that the Crown Princess would leave silently, leaving behind those words? Now, no one can save her.

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The midday sunlight rustled softly on the rooftop. After having my meal, I lazily leaned against the sofa watching TV, feeling somewhat bored. This was my life—living like a parasite.

“You three have some interesting ideas. Surely the person who went in was killed by that giant with a single sword strike. Now you want me to go and die? What a brilliant plan!” Long Qianxun muttered to himself.

Outwardly delicate and fragile, I had already learned how to deal with enemies. Whether I had lost my memory or not, no one would dare harm me again.

“I know!” The man’s voice was calm, as if he had long known what Huiniang said.

Sasha coquettishly said, “Darling, I’ll go make you something delicious, okay?” Ze replied nonchalantly.

Suddenly, thunder rumbled outside, and lightning illuminated the darkness indoors, making Yuliu’s red glowing eyes look even more terrifying.

Following Elder Mo’s instructions, Long Qianxun left Elder Mo’s room. After they left, a trace of greed flashed in Elder Mo’s eyes, but he quickly shook his head.

“Dongzi?” While Han Dong was despising the fat guy, someone behind asked. Han Dong turned around and saw his former roommate, Lao Bai.

Take the example of Zhao Kingdom: the breakthrough point of its reform was the military, because during the Warring States period, military strength was paramount. Only a strong military could defend against external threats and maintain internal stability in such chaotic times.

He tightly grasped Lei Jian’s shoulder and almost pleaded, “Commander Lei, as an Eighth Route Army soldier and deputy commander of the Sole Unit Wang Xiaoliang, I resolutely follow Commander Lei’s orders. Even if I die, I must find Wang Ziming.”

Seeing Ji Wanling rush forward, one of the Nine Tribulation True Emperors sneered coldly and appeared directly before Ji Wanling in a flash.

Unexpectedly, just as he gripped the long staff and stabbed at the floating air orb, a violent tremor surged through his arm, followed by a wave of numbness and soreness spreading over his right arm.

Han Dong could only seek help from the audience outside the arena. As the DVD started, Sister Zhiling and Grandpa Bi began a bare-knuckle fight in a simple room with no plot. Han Dong turned up the volume, and soon the low breathing and suppressed moans filled the room.

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Even at an auction, the value of this Divine Transformation Herb was only about one billion. In an ordinary transaction, it would be at most eight hundred million.

The Spirit of Heaven and Earth is a rare treasure granted by the heavens to the Three Realms. No one present had ever seen or even heard of one in many lifetimes. How could this not arouse his intense curiosity?

Li Gang had truly lost his mind. He insulted the commander of the Fifth Regiment, Commander Pang, who had seniority over him on the battlefield. Such arrogance was beyond belief.

Perhaps Hu Baozhu was right: she was like a porcupine covered in thorns. Whoever dared provoke her would be met with fierce retaliation. Even if Zhu Fangting died of anger, he wouldn’t dare to provoke a porcupine.

Moreover, since the enemy was capable of such a display earlier, wouldn’t it be easier and more convenient to strike in the latter half of the night?

Yet, Su Mu’s awakening was far too timely and suspicious.

Looking at the trash can, his thoughts suddenly drifted back to his past life. A great man seemed to have done the same, and he could be called a perfect person.

The entire floor had been sealed off by him. The media outside could not enter, nor could any information leak out. Online news about Bai Lin’s injury was controlled by Gu Yinan to prevent public opinion from spiraling and turning against An Yi.

An Yi’s initial intention was merely to expose Su Mu’s true colors, but unexpectedly, even the Su Corporation was on the verge of collapse.