Chapter 74: Qian Xiaozhen Is Beaten

"Murong Yan'er, you must now walk out along this golden avenue. As for everything else, it's up to you," the monk of the road said, sounding a bit weary.

A sound split the air as arrows shot forth at incredible speed, deftly weaving past tree trunks and flying off into the distance.

Not only Xue Po, but even Yan Yu—who had wavered between opposing and supporting Wang Tian—now stared at Huo Yan with a mixture of shock and excitement.

Beside her appeared a powerful skeleton, which seized Li Ming's twin swords on her behalf. Since Wang Xiaoli was untouched, the four strikes of sword energy were not wasted.

My father pressed me about why I had sacrificed myself, and I told my parents about the experience of our class monitor's sacrifice.

Though venturing deeper and seeking refuge with some formidable magical beasts might mean death, not doing so would be certain doom if encountered by a slaughterer like Zhou Yang, who had been killing in the area for two days already.

Luo Qing said nothing, but the King of Burmese Jade beside him began to boast loudly. When he saw the material he had chosen was ice jade, he was delighted. So when the Shan congratulated him, he became even more arrogant.

At last, my hands were freed, but lacking balance, I fell straight down.

Finally, the energy of that golden figure was completely spent and vanished into the air. The memory belonging to Qian faded from this world, leaving only Qian's soul. But without memory, is Qian still Qian?

It was supposed to be just a friendly match, but Julius would show no mercy. Though they wielded only blunt wooden swords and used basic techniques, if the one-sided beating continued, with Subaru Natsuki's frail constitution, he could truly be beaten to death.

Tang Shen smiled gently, looking at the scuffs and dirt on Kaya's clothes, holding her tenderly. Clearly, life in the forest these days had been tough for them, especially since Kaya had never experienced anything like this before.

On the northern front, raids like this happened nearly every night and were hardly unusual. Perhaps luck favored the three of them, for tonight an army chose to attack the Western Continent's camp here.

All you need to do is buy the right parts according to your design, assemble them, and then program it.

"Master Black Turtle, I have two suggestions: first, play basketball; second, eat more calcium-rich foods. Of course, how much taller you get will depend on the person. The results will vary," Zhao Zi Hu blurted out, revealing ideas from future generations.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan's wings beat swiftly, propelling her body upward toward the atmosphere. At the same time, a flaming red sword emerged from a wormhole beside her.

Yin Susu glared at him in anger, unable to speak. The Li couple, seeing how curtly they spoke to each other and unable to fathom their relationship, smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

He had come here, after all, to support Wu Huaixue. Though these guests weren't the top figures of Yanjing's entertainment world, they were all important people.

If someone really guessed right, this round of betting would be for nothing; all their work would merely benefit others.

Li Shishi knew well why Qin Xuan was so furious, but she felt she hadn't suffered any real harm. To drag so many people down with her—such a notion was... terrifying.

Just as he braced himself to venture deeper, a sudden undercurrent from nowhere swept him back onto the shore.

Yet this tone and way of cursing... made Yagi feel a strange familiarity. Surely it must be someone from Chaldea?

"Refuse? If you refuse, I'll tow your car!" The fat traffic officer threw away his cigarette, glaring with bulging eyes.

Those four poisonous toads had been attacking Mengmeng, but as soon as I arrived, the lead one slipped to the back.

"Of course. And you have no choice but to fight! That’s your great contribution today!" Ming Wanli said triumphantly.

"Me?!" Yi Yiyi was stunned, her wide eyes reaching their absolute limit, her dark pupils gleaming and spinning like yo-yos.

"God bless, our Nice team is innocent." Many fans of the Nice team prayed.

"Yes! How many do you have?" Before Gentle Waters could reply, Tianyi nodded eagerly. These instant recovery potions could save even more time.

His head was struck, blood blossoming across his body. The tiger leader let out a wail and slowly, unwillingly, collapsed.

After two crushing defeats, the sixty thousand elite warriors of Wuyan were utterly wiped out. Now, most in the camp were old, weak, sick, or wounded. How many fighters could they muster? If too few, they'd be swept aside; if too many, a second attack would annihilate them and the tribe would cease to exist.

"We're all family here, no need to be formal!" As she spoke, Chunmei brought up the tea, its leaves spinning visibly in the cup. Zong Yan Feng nearly shed tears—at last, it wasn't the sticky mess he'd endured before. He took a sip and immediately squinted in enjoyment.

As soon as Sun Quan spoke, everyone in the hall stopped arguing and turned their eyes to this honest elder.

The old Daoists became restless, like thousands of ducks, chattering until Ye Jingyu's head spun.

"I'm thinking of spending some time in the capital," Lu Bu suddenly said, out of the blue. Lu Peng nodded lightly, knowing that there awaited a turning point—a destiny that belonged to him.

A black cloak caught the eye, with slightly long hair that moved without wind. As he drew near, a handsome Eastern face was revealed.

The squad leaders exchanged glances. Before, their role was simply to obey orders; disobedience meant punishment. Never had anyone told them why they were soldiers.

Ye Jingyu thought, perhaps these elves aren't so hard to kill. With morale high, they could wipe out the elves in the mine all at once, then take the mine as a base of resistance.