22 Reunion

"Let's go. Where is your hotel's kitchen? We need to find something to eat." Once Viper had departed, Ye Tian supported the weak-kneed A-Mei and headed toward the kitchen.

When they had entered earlier, the window was open. The house was a bit too clean. Jian He had been away for at least five days, yet the tops of the cabinets and the corners of the tables were spotless, as if someone had been living there and cleaning every day.

Heavenly bestowals are opportunities granted only to specific races, such as the Houling of the Human-Beast clan.

Watching Ye Tian’s back as he resumed his swaggering, unsteady gait, Shama let out a roar of despair and punched a faux coconut tree made of concrete. The solid material shattered instantly under his blow, spiderwebbing with large cracks.

It was evident that Ke Ang and his companions were no longer in their original forms; they had been transformed so thoroughly that not even their own mothers would recognize them.

With a "click," the massive gates rumbled open to both sides, just like the place Lin Ai had seen before.

To them, the imperial examination was life itself. To Shen Shi, it was merely a passing traveler, a fleeting glimpse in the journey of life.

"No need, you keep yours. Mine won't be much worse," Mu Chun Lingzi said, waving the paper in her hand.

The voice was incredibly youthful, yet it already carried a vicious, sinister malice inconsistent with such an age, uttering words that chilled the soul.

A man who appeared to be a leader barked a low command, and at once, at least a hundred bows and arrows were aimed at Ye Zhong.

I waited in bed for a long time, until I couldn't help but fall asleep. When I woke up the next day, there was still no reply.

Quan Kai, in particular, felt deeply dejected after hearing Wei Renwu’s words. He had always considered himself clever enough, but he constantly felt he lagged behind Wei Renwu. This was the true reason he couldn't sleep last night; he had sensed this disparity during their confrontation yesterday.

While Major Williams was burning with anxiety, Lieutenant Colonel Wharton remained calm. He hadn't come here to help the British save face, but to find the most suitable "specimen" of a battlefield. Since it was a "specimen," the more complete it was, the more persuasive it would be.

Shen Xiaotang grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the café across the street, not caring whether he caused her pain.

Yue Ming turned away. He thought he could face Wei Renwu dissecting Yue Zhongyuan, but when it actually happened, he found he couldn't do it—after all, the body wasn't a stranger; it was his father.

Ai Mu looked at him, the joy slowly fading from her face, the anticipation and happiness in her eyes eventually turning into a blank void.

Yue Ming clenched his fists, struggling internally. He truly didn't know if he had the courage to face what was coming next.

Huo Junzhe believed her almost immediately because her hesitation, heartache, and dejection... they weren't feigned. She truly cared about this matter.

Xiao Lili jumped up excitedly and threw herself into Xiao Mengya’s arms, giving her a big hug.

At the first light of dawn the next day, Yin Gezhi left. Feng Yue rose to dress, looking calmly at the face reflected in the mirror.

The Five Elders were in the same state as him. They exchanged glances, a flicker of excitement appearing in their eyes.

The Celestial Buddha of Reception looked expressionlessly at the source of the sound: a Great Golden Immortal Demon King. The Demon King looked at the Celestial Buddha before him and offered only a faint smile.

Beyond these, Wu Zhi took them around the orchard, much like modern people visiting a farm to pick fruit.

All noise ceased as the Raiders turned their heads, eyeing the sudden newcomer with ill intent. There were other travelers here, but they had clearly kept their distance from the Raiders of their own volition.

Expensive yet magnificent decorations from the galaxy—materials and artistic structures converged here, combining and pairing to form this Great Sanctuary, which would be hard to find a rival for across the entire galaxy.

The Wood Sovereign Giant suddenly trembled, and arms sprouted from its back, emerging like a peacock spreading its tail.

Compared to the corrupt Song Dynasty, they supported Fang La more. Therefore, during the fighting, the people of Hangzhou provided money and grain. By making enemies of the entire region's populace, Liangshan naturally suffered heavy losses.

The crowd stirred. This Golden Core cultivator was a disciple of the old woman, and what he said naturally represented her.

However, Fang Chen had not expected Fang Wanli’s reaction to be so extreme, going as far as to try to send him away from the Great Qian Empire.

Yet, for some reason, judging by Yue Ji’s performance, she had somehow bypassed that suppression, allowing her to unleash her full strength.

Gu Tie did not speak, silently pondering how to obtain the customer list and silence them all, leaving no one behind.

"Huh?" Gu Tie was somewhat surprised. Why was this shameless creature so generous? No corruption, no demand for money.

As for the Angolan side, they had indeed achieved this. Strictly speaking, it was thanks to VI’s efforts in overcoming the challenge, proposing a theory, and then proving it through repeated practice. Overall, this method could effectively eliminate the cancer cells spreading in the body, slowly allowing the patient to return to normal.

The Ma Chao before him had a face like powdered jade, eyes like shooting stars, and lips like vermilion—truly a fair, youthful lad. Yet, seeing his tiger-like physique, monkey-like arms, and robust build, he possessed the aura of a fierce warrior, despite his tender features.

Seeing Zhao Xuan about to catch up to the figure ahead, it felt as if the Grim Reaper of the night were once again looming down from behind.

Never mind him; even Yu Debao was curious. Things had reached this point—how could it possibly be dragged out any longer?

The mother of Chen and Wang Mingshen did not notice the young man walking in front, but the two people walking behind left them stunned.

Shells rained down like a shroud over the sky near us. It was terrifying. The observation team used every method to locate the enemy artillery, but to no avail, as bombers were raiding and fighters were strafing. The enemy was winning on all fronts.

Especially now that Zhao Xuan was not only massive, but also wet and steaming with heat, he looked even more like a monster—hideous and terrifying.

No one had heard the word "hoodwink" before; it was an unused term, but everyone understood its meaning.

Yuan Qiuhua bent halfway, performing a move like an old monk striking a bell, ducking his head to ram into his chest: "You are not a member of the Yuan family; you have no right to call out."

"Yes!" The cavalry captain was remarkably efficient. Without a word of nonsense, he ran like a gust of wind into the slave dungeon and dragged out a man as sturdy as an iron tower, a hulking giant who looked as though his brain were made of nothing but muscle.