Volume 1, Chapter 33: Two Thousand a Punch! Can We... Can We Split It Fifty-Fifty?

Watching his retreating back, the smile on Ye Lan’s face gradually froze, then vanished entirely. His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment; to be honest, he had never once imagined that a child would become a part of his life.

It turned out that Liu Ye’er from the Slaughter Gang had been pushing Mu Guimeng around. After the Slaughter Gang helped her level up, the latter paid them off at the market rate with a display of dominance and left immediately.

Hanzhong and Yizhou had treacherous terrain, easy to defend and hard to attack. Moreover, the situation of the Jin Jue Army was not optimistic. While they did not lack soldiers, they were severely lacking in officers, and the soldiers themselves lacked the necessary training.

"Whatever the Empress says is not that important. What matters is the Emperor’s will. If the Emperor does not speak, I still cannot return!" Chen Youyi said.

The next instant, Jian Xunye’s figure flickered, and he was already at the bedside of Ye Qianling. His handsome face was magnified infinitely, yet not a single pore could be seen.

I felt a massive headache. I must have been a fool just now to take the initiative to remind him of that verbal promise with no proof. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

At this moment, a dancing girl’s lithe figure suddenly moved toward Yu Siming. Her hands, which had been empty, held a dagger out of nowhere. The blade struck straight at Yu Siming with sharp, murderous intent.

Ares, who was enduring a full-force assault from the Star of Extinction, suffered several terrifying wounds from the opponent’s swordsmanship. Before they could cause him pain or become a fatal threat, they were rapidly healed by powerful recovery magic, driven by his infinite magical energy.

Bao Ping witnessed this scene clearly. She clenched her fists, trembling, as the black veins on her body began to spread even more densely.

"You're welcome!" Hugo replied, having already returned to the driver’s seat. He started the car and sped away.

At this moment, a murmur came from inside the room. Looking again, covered by the quilt, only Liu Shiyan’s head, neck, and legs were exposed. Under the flickering candlelight, she appeared all the more alluring. She suddenly turned her face away shyly, letting out a delicate giggle.

"A clinic?" Guo Xiaoti had a doctor in his own family, so he didn't understand, looking on with curiosity and confusion as to why he would ask such a thing.

It was not that Lin Chen had intended to peep; his eyesight was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

"This sword is for you." Wang Jin handed the sword to Ren Zhuzhu, then naturally took hold of the wooden sword in her hand, guiding her to move along with his sword techniques.

"What..." Before she could finish her sentence, Dongfang Qian felt a sense of vertigo. The scene before her eyes gradually became blurred, her limbs grew incredibly weak, and her body went limp.

After opening the envelope, she found a thick stack of banknotes—estimated to be several tens of thousands, equivalent to two months of his salary—along with a bank card and a note with writing on it.

Wei Liao endured the discomfort in his eyes and stared fixedly at Shen Cheng, guarding against any accidents. He suddenly noticed a subtle fluctuation around Shen Cheng, slowly radiating outward.

For her, survival might not be the most important thing, but the things she cherished most could only be attained if she stayed alive.

The medics scrambled to provide emergency treatment to Li Mingyu. Thanks to their efforts, the wounds on Li Mingyu’s body finally began to heal, though the speed of recovery was not optimistic.

Wei Liao nodded without replying. He was still struggling to master this powerful force. He had a feeling that this power would clear away all obstacles for him, but if he could not control it completely, trouble would surely follow.

"Hehe... Miss Li Xiaoxiao, if you are always like this, wouldn't Brother Wang Ying live very well with you?" Song Jiang said with a smile.

As soon as Dong Ping saw Yan Qing leading his men away instead of fighting, he snorted in disdain and led his troops in pursuit.

Only this could explain why Ke Wu had become young, and only this could explain why there wasn't a single scar on Ke Wu’s body. Perhaps others would not notice such details, but how could she miss them?

In an instant, the true energy of the various experts was desperately poured into Yin Zhaotian, which immediately made him feel better. Originally, Yin Zhaotian could have used the Heaven and Earth Furnace to absorb the vital energy of the universe, but because he was injured, he was unable to do so, which was why he had given those instructions.

The gunman in black fired a shot with supreme power, while Yin Zhaotian countered it with pure strength alone. Who would emerge superior?

He crawled out of the jade vat, hurriedly swallowed a few wild fruits, and only when the stars and moon shone brightly did he jump back into the tub.

However, they were not prepared to announce the news of the spiritual energy recovery. Until that moment actually arrived, it was impossible for them to spread such sensational news and cause national turmoil.

She thought to herself that all the talk of being a virtuous wife and mother was fake; only giving oneself to a man was the most direct way to capture his heart.

Mo Chen found a clean patch of ground, sat cross-legged, steadied his breath, and swallowed the spiritual fruit in one gulp.

"I... I forgot the screen lock password for my phone..." Gao Le was already panicking. His current thought was to stall for as long as possible.

"Naturally, I will send her back to the Sanctuary after the war ends," Zhao Chun said, his voice lacking confidence.

Feng Laiyi tapped her jade finger lightly toward Mo Chen. Mo Chen felt an indescribable comfort all over his body, and he found himself floating in mid-air, feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it for a moment.

Liu Ahao walked over and handed Song Hao a large mountaineering backpack. Song Hao noticed that attached to the outside of the pack, besides a snow knife, there was a pistol tucked into the side.

At this time, with the appearance of the experts from the Samsara Hall and the massive crisis they faced, their mutual grievances were no longer the primary conflict.

"Eat it." Kim Taeyeon suddenly came to Im Yoona’s side and mysteriously handed her a foil-wrapped package.

In the evening, inside the guesthouse room, Li Qingya and Wang Lan were both sitting on the bed, and Zheng Jian was lying beside them.

Based on Xiang Yixing’s understanding of Su Mobai, she had no idea what he might do to Li Chenxi.

She was curious, but she couldn't bring herself to ask, as if it were a forbidden zone.

They were leaving tomorrow, so that evening, Li Qingya brought Zheng Jian and their luggage to her friend Zhang Xin’s house.

At this moment, at the foot of the prison’s outer wall, four figures crouched and approached. Under the moonlight, one could see the leader was a monk; he turned around and gestured to Scar and the others.