Chapter 40: A Special Hobby?

A slight, crimson curve formed at the corner of his lips as he walked toward his designated seat, waiting for the person he had been anticipating to appear.

"Boom..." Taking advantage of the moment before Xia Siyi could recognize him, Lin Chen hastily slammed his foot on the accelerator, throwing the car into reverse as he prepared to make his escape.

The massive encirclement closed in. Ten squads converged at this very instant, their auras intertwining to completely seal off the sacred lands of the Divine Clan.

"Are you giving me an order?" Zhou Yurui said in a deep voice, his gaze chilling as he looked at the representative of the Lanyu Group.

Everything was in the past now. Yue Mengxin had found Ziyun, and then she helped Nianrong restore her physical form; that alone was enough to satisfy her.

Allowing Feng Lianji to handle these pre-war preparations this time was merely to establish his prestige and competence. More importantly, it was to give him an opportunity to see what kind of capability he possessed that made Lan Nianrong place such heavy trust in him within her sea of consciousness. Such was Yue Mengxin's thought process.

"You've already retired here to enjoy your twilight years. Oh, right, why did you come back? Has the matter been resolved?" Wu Xie glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby, then lowered his voice.

"President Xiong, what brings you here today..." Inside the office, Mu Bai personally received Xiong Dai, whom he had met just a short while ago, the vice president of Jiangyang Automobile Company.

Veteran fans all knew that trying to trick the author into writing extra chapters was virtually impossible, so they simply went through the motions and moved on.

Fu Duoduo thought about it and felt that if all of them were to come, it would indeed become far too chaotic and impose unnecessary burdens on the people of the estate.

Both anxious and startled, Liu Qingye found his acupoints sealed and was rendered completely immobile, forced to passively accept the witch doctor's kiss. The true qi flowing into her body had already exceeded half of its capacity; given her level of martial arts, this was already the absolute limit of what her body could contain.

With that, Qiu Feng reached out toward the top of Liu Qingye's head, intending to tear away the outer garment that was masking his face.

Strange. Why was it that when this jade pendant came into my hands, it produced an anomaly that it never showed around that stupid pig's neck? Could it be that this jade pendant has also gained spiritual sentience, allowing it to alter the expression of the divine dragon carved upon its surface?

Clang! With a sound like striking iron, sparks flew wildly from the stone garment, sending tremors even through Yang Tian's body.

When Long Tian and his party arrived at the village chief's residence, they found the village chief sitting in a chair, brewing tea.

You Luo triumphantly moved the piece of fish toward his mouth, only to discover that no matter what he did, he could not bring it any closer. To his surprise, the chopsticks he was using to grip the fish had transformed into hooks, clamping tightly onto the meat.

The proud and arrogant three sprites of the Zhuo family could not help but show respect toward Zhang Tianxing; on the Starry Continent, power had always been the only language that mattered.

Seeing Chen Feng wake up at last, the tension in her heart finally released, and the last shred of reserved strength within her body could no longer sustain her consciousness.

"I want you to gather those old fellows from the Elder Council; I have matters to discuss," Zhang Tianxing said.

How could this be? Whitebeard felt utter contempt for the hypothetical scenario Ling Yun proposed, because unless Sengoku's brains had been kicked by a mule, he would never do anything so mentally deficient.

Faced with Ling Yun's ability to talk absolute nonsense with a straight face, Sasuke, experiencing it for the first time, found it somewhat difficult to accept. Was this supposed to be the political maneuvering of Konoha's upper echelon? To effortlessly turn black into white, and paint a rogue ninja as a hero? While treating a true hero like Itachi as a traitor.

In truth, Lengyan Jun understood Hao Haixi's current mindset very well. As the head coach, watching a football layman instruct players on how to kick a ball made it entirely normal for "Cannon Hao" to find it difficult to accept calmly.

Yan Le still hadn't called Xu Yunyan. He went online to check for himself and realized that storefronts in Ningwu City were quite expensive, though prices varied depending on the area. In the end, Yan Le headed over to where Wei Zhenhua worked, hoping to have Wei—a computer whiz—help him look into it.

Lin suddenly felt as though something was amiss, but before he could react, Yun Jin was already walking ahead with the victorious posture of a winner, leaving him nothing more than an alluring view of her receding back.

Zhang Zhatian had saved four penalty kicks across four matches, each one worth its weight in gold. Though he had conceded two goals, he had also contributed a goal of his own, and in all four matches he started, he was named Man of the Match.

The crowds bustled and jostled against one another, turning the headquarters area into a lively scene. Xiangyi made a call to the police station, and before long, a police vehicle arrived to take the thieves away for questioning.

No matter which model it was, no matter how powerful the three modes might be, they still remained at the Bronze tier. Beyond the Bronze tier lay the Silver tier.

Having lost at home, Borussia Dortmund dropped to second from the bottom, while Monaco—riding a wave of youth this season—saw their ranking surge significantly after a win, placing them fourth ahead of Arsenal and Barcelona.

Wandering among flowers and willows in the moonlight, walking freely through the mortal world; holding beauties in both arms, how can that be a sin, even if it leaves one's heart bruised and exhausted from stirring such deep affections.

The atmosphere in the dining hall was no less intense than the daytime training. Food was not distributed on an equalized system; instead, piles of provisions were simply laid out on wooden tables, though fortunately the portions were huge, even if the colors were far from appetizing.

With that, Yun He walked over to Xiao Ying, took the chair beside him, and sat down, turning her body slightly toward him.

Red, white, all sorts of viscera spilled out in a messy cascade directly onto the ground from the wound where he had been severed at the waist.

Felt that thinking about it now was useless, she wanted to go and examine the middle set of murals, but if someone happened to discover her and saw her emerging from there, it would be difficult to explain. Lacking any adhesive for repairs, she had no choice but to spit a bit of saliva and directly smear over that tiny speck of red pigment.

As things stood today, Zhou and Xie had not publicly torn off all pretenses of civility in the Beiling Prefecture, but their momentum was already heading steadily in the direction of irreconcilable hostility.

Later that evening, both Lady Li and Lady Song received word that Yinzhen was writing the character for "blessing" (Fu) on behalf of Galudai. A trace of sourness arose in both their hearts; the blessing characters for their own courtyards had been written by their own hands, as they never dared make excessive requests in his presence. Galudai was different—she had merely uttered a single extra word, and Yinzhen had straightaway set to work for her.