Chapter 62: Reality is too cruel, even divine might cannot hide tears

Chen Yi and his companions easily resupplied themselves with whatever they needed from the city without meeting much resistance, and no insignificant troublemakers stepped forward to provoke them.

Life during that period in the Land of Whirlpools had tortured him beyond measure, and he never wished to experience it again in this lifetime.

However, his calculations had failed him. He had never expected that in the short span of time from Atlantis until now, Lin Lin could acquire such a sharp weapon capable of slicing through his own flesh.

Yet, upon seeing Lin Lin summon those eight Dragoon units, Field completely confirmed Lin Lin's identity. This damn fellow was none other than the Lin Lin who had shaken the entire galaxy not long ago.

Li Miao took a carriage accompanied by a manservant to report for duty at the Court of State Ceremonials. The Court was a fourth-rank government office. Although Li Miao held the position of Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonials, a senior fourth-rank official, the Court itself was essentially a retirement post.

According to Aunt Xia, the territory of the Heaven-Swallowing Python was still some distance away from the recent carnage. As for why it ran all that way to wipe out those people, there could be two possible explanations.

Tier was the first to react. Grabbing Kathy with one hand and lifting the monkey with the other, he plunged into a nearby sand pit and buried himself. Meanwhile, Lin Lin utilized the chameleon camouflage capability of his nano-suit, dropping flat right where he stood to achieve perfect concealment.

Purple Raccoon leaned blankly against his arms, staring at their clasped hands. A verdant glow lingered around them, imparting a cool and refreshing comfort that instantly relieved the pain of her scalded palms.

It was not until he transplanted Hashirama's cells following his fake death that he finally gained the ability to perceive natural energy.

Upon hearing this, Dongguo Lianhuan and the others felt a sense of schadenfreude in their hearts, while their faces hypocritically displayed looks of deep concern.

The man and the mecha performed a tap dance in a remarkably proper manner, their movements uniform and striking to the eyes.

Sun Yanling understood that when it came to wrestling, close-combat grappling, or mounted combat, Oboi possessed divine natural strength, and he himself probably lacked even a thirty percent chance of victory. His previous suggestion of a friendly spar was meant to learn from Oboi, but now that conflict had erupted, the only way to make Oboi cast aside his contempt was to compete in archery, which might afford him slightly better odds.

Sadness swept over me like a draft passing through a hall, striking me head-on with fierce intensity. The hand holding the object dropped limply, and I felt too exhausted to even twitch a finger.

Considering the bumper harvests of the past few years, this phenomenon should have already appeared in localized high-yield regions. It simply went unnoticed because people were previously accustomed to going hungry and would stockpile any surplus rather than letting it show.

I was still somewhat dazed when Zhang Minglang reached out and yanked me directly toward the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor.

After Xu Minghui and I started dating, we both introduced each other to our respective parents. Because of my cheerful and generous personality, Xu Minghui's parents were very satisfied with me, while Xu Minghui, blessed with a silver tongue, also managed to charm my parents into great delight.

As for Zheng Fugui, having casually spoken out of turn in his early years, he caught the eye of a visiting doctor down from the city. After a brief training session, he became a barefoot doctor who farmed during busy seasons and practiced medicine during slack times, serving to fill the massive shortage of medical personnel. Rather than calling it picking a general from among the limbless, it was more a matter of sheer good luck.

Some gambling dens were placing bets on whether Li Heng actually harbored a demonic entity, while others wagered on who would emerge victorious if Li Heng were to fight this Taoist priest.

His soul-swords had even sliced White Sand to death in a single stroke, yet they were bounced right back by this jellyfish teeming with ghostly faces. With his ultimate offensive method rendered useless, how was he supposed to fight on?

She jumped down from the bed, letting the fluid drip onto the floor, and enduring the pain between her thighs, she walked step by step toward the bathroom.

"Xue Baogang, look at the catastrophic mess you've caused!" Wang Zheng pointed fiercely at Baldy Xue's nose, wishing he could tear him apart alive.

Empress Dong, seated in the side hall, saw how arrogant and unreasonable He Jin was, arbitrarily supporting Liu Bian's ascension to the throne while completely ignoring the late emperor's dying behest. Filled with intense fury, she flicked her sleeves and stormed out of the main hall.

The moment she spoke, she regretted it, wanting nothing more than to cover her face with her hands, while Xuan Yuanche burst into even louder and more manic laughter.

Lü Liang waved backward, and the few of them tacitly slipped in right behind him. Looking around, Lü Liang finally confirmed that this was the exact place those people had pointed out.

Clearly, quite a few classmates had also overheard the earlier conversation regarding homosexuality, and Xiang Yi could clearly sense several hostile gazes directed at her.

I couldn't help feeling puzzled: did I really throw my coat on the floor when I went to sleep here last night? Clouded by alcohol, I simply could not remember. When I reached for the phone on the nearby table, I saw a text message in the inbox: Wishing you happiness. The timestamp was just a few minutes after I had sent my text the night before.

Although I was no tailor, I could still manage to make a simple pair of trousers or a jacket. I wove the right-hand cloak together with the white silk threads I had extracted from the bone beads, and after fumbling clumsily for quite a while, I finally managed to cobble together a pair of trousers and a short-sleeved top.

At just a single glance, Madam Su-Ye nearly fainted from sheer rage. Hearing Su Yunbo spew such unmentionable filth at Su Jinghui only added fuel to the fire.

The next day after school, Guan Zhu deliberately dragged his feet along the palace pathways, swaying side to side and looking all around, hoping desperately to catch a glimpse of the Thirteenth Prince.

On one hand, it would be far more costly; on the other, it would drag out the timeline. In the end, even if the planned energy scale were to be increased by one to two orders of magnitude compared to the Large Hadron Collider, the expectations of what such a system might bring to theoretical physics were not particularly high.

The faint sounds of wailing drifting from Base City C reached Lin Hao's ears, causing him to clench his fists tightly, his face filled with unbearable anguish. With eyes blazing with fury, he stared at the alien soldiers continuously circling and executing massive slaughters in the distant void, while a raging fire burned fiercely within his chest.

"Dong Yueli has woken up, and her poison is cured? How is that possible?" Hearing Baili Jue's words, Chu Qing frowned deeply. The information he had gathered not long ago could not possibly be wrong; at that time, everyone was saying Dong Yueli had been poisoned into unconsciousness and had practically days left to live.