Volume 1, Chapter 35: Still Want to Smash It?

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Hua Xiong’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. Suddenly, as if sensing something, his gaze pierced through the layers of enemy ranks and locked onto a lean figure. The man had long, narrow eyes and sword-like eyebrows that swept up toward his temples; he was holding a longbow and sneering back at him.

Wu Yunzhao had originally intended to toast someone individually, but upon hearing this, he downed another large bowl in one gulp.

Once the leaders had finished their tour, Jiang Yan directed the workers to push the three vehicle bodies toward the next workshop.

He hoped that when this Zhao Changhe spent ten years of bitter training only to discover that breaking through this barrier was harder than shaking a mountain, he would remember today.

Since Old Deng liked arranging things for Harry so much, let him keep an eye on his hand-picked protagonist. Sun Zheng followed Hermione’s group, curious to see who Hagrid intended to intimidate by carrying a crossbow.

She had not expected the Crown Prince to be so decisive; having kept his promise as soon as the poison was neutralized, he did not render her painstaking efforts in vain.

Although Zhao Changhe felt that with his modern knowledge, he could easily scrape by in administrative work, he hadn't come here just to scrape by.

For some reason, Zhao Lü’s heart constricted violently, as if a whole heart had suddenly lost half of itself, becoming incomplete. Waves of pain struck his mind and heart, making his breathing ragged.

After carefully selecting his items, Jiang Yan purchased ten goose-down sleeping bags, as well as several backpacks, lunch boxes, and other supplies.

The crowd, who had originally been full of anticipation, saw this trend of change and, with the exception of Karujie, couldn't help but gape, as if witnessing something truly incredible.

That evening, Mo Jian stayed in his room, tinkering until very late before finally falling asleep. By the time Huahua came to knock on his door the next day, he was still yawning incessantly, looking completely sleep-deprived.

"I know, thank you, Mom." Lin Qing couldn't help but wrap her arms around her mother’s neck, acting spoiled.

When Mo Jian mentioned this issue, he made a prediction: regardless of how many players entered, one had to be mentally prepared for at least half of them to perish; even after gaining experience in the later stages, this outcome remained unavoidable.

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Following Lu Qingchen’s sneer, the light, shadow, and data behind him shifted constantly, revealing scenes of the Federation Expeditionary Force entangled with several Imperial fleets.

However, the Chai family’s dynasty had changed color, and the foundations of the nation had largely crumbled; the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the old waves die on the shore.

The number of exclusive mechs that could be brought into the mission world was three: Lightning Aegis, Dark Matter Heresy, and Black Hawk.

Having experienced death once, he absolutely did not want to abandon his life so easily again.

Oh no, could it be that Lena is studying hypnosis and has been using me as a practice target? While it’s not exactly impossible—I would do anything for my little sister—I still wish Lena would give me a heads-up; I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of her, after all.

Mo Jian didn't know what kind of potion she had used, only that he saw a flash of light flicker over her body.

As Yang Fan thought about this, he tidied the shelves. Because his thoughts were so deep, his hand slipped, and several bags of snacks fell to the floor.

Shi Lei straightened up, tilted his head slightly to glance at Wu Yumeng, then turned back over to lie down and sleep.

"Death!" He could no longer hear anything. The face of the Norseman had already appeared before him. Facing the trembling soldier, he revealed a grim, bitter smile.

The Governor of Taiwan, Vanderbilt, originally a man of rigorous military background, found himself having to wear a smile and play the mediator like a merchant, nodding stiffly as he listened to Zheng Zhilong’s threats.

Nero took a golden flagon from the side, poured the rich, clear wine into a jade cup, and then placed it before me with an elegant gesture.

Of course, there would be no substantive results, especially given that the information and intelligence at hand were extremely limited.

In fact, he had always maintained a respectful distance from the other members of the "Capital’s Four Young Masters." As long as he didn't provoke them, they naturally wouldn't bother him for no reason.

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Qi Yun suddenly appeared a bit melancholy, but this was something Sun Rifeng observed from the depths of her eyes, while her expression remained a smile.

People are like trees; people strive for higher places, and trees grow toward the heights. Both people and trees yearn for the sunlight.

Just as Qin Feng was preparing to leave with Luo Shiyun, he heard a voice behind him calling him to stop. Looking back, he saw the person in charge of the club, Zhou Xing, known as Hall Master Zhou.

In two or three minutes, the power armor had been fully equipped and covered Xia Jie and the other seventy men. They immediately lined up to head toward the supply crate, each drawing a long saber to mount on their gear. On the back of each suit was a mounting bracket specifically designed to secure these cold weapons.

Yet she still came today, because no matter what, Feng Wu was her junior brother, and that alone was enough. Having lost an arm, he was already living a life worse than death; she did not want the tragedy to continue. At the very least, she could try to prevent it.

If it were anyone else, the gatekeeper would have stepped in to stop them, but this was the Son of Heaven; he wouldn't dare utter a word of nonsense even if given a hundred胆s, so he hurriedly led the way.

"Let’s go upstairs; that’s my room, there’s no one else there. I know you must be very curious right now, but once you go, you will surely understand." Shen Qingyan smiled, though her expression held a touch of anticipation.

"To be precise, it should be the Grand Princess. I didn't watch all those palace dramas for nothing," Da Chengzi added.

Lin Yi scanned the group casually, and thinking of the matters raised at the Master God Conference, he felt a sense of urgency.

They had crossed paths with all these teams! With the current strength of S, it wasn't as if they had no chance! Everything depended on their performance; no one was guaranteed a win against anyone.

The bowl-shaped object from the White Tiger Teng Bi suppressed him. The aura was immensely powerful, its might heaven-shaking. The giant white bowl, like a massive mountain, was heavy and grand, crashing down directly. He transformed into a streak of divine light and charged to the side, narrowly avoiding the impact of the giant bowl.