Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Third Prince, Xiao Mu

Thinking of how he hadn't even hinted at this beforehand, Ruotang couldn't help but shake her head with a smile. This was the surprise he had prepared for her.

Yuan looked at Yuan Zhenwei, feeling a strange sense of sorrow; he was completely different from the father in her memories. Perhaps, her father had truly grown old.

She had long since heard through Luo Fuling that the Sixth Prince's illness could be cured, though it would take time. It required patience—perhaps three years, five years, or even eight to ten—but it had to be healed eventually.

Coming here was, in truth, an act of evasion, a display of unavoidable cowardice. If one day they discovered this subterranean landscape and you lacked the strength to defend yourself, you would surely suffer their humiliations until death.

Given the schemes of Wu Qingchen, it was not hard to imagine the hardships and dangers Ren Lao and Wang Longhu had endured to escape.

"That child, Tong An, is simply too self-reliant, which is precisely why I worry so much. Now that she has returned to the country and joined Zhongzheng, it is time to settle her marriage," Tong Zheng said.

If she couldn't find Ying Yin, where else could she go? To Mount Zeling? Yuan glanced at Gao Ze's injured leg; she certainly couldn't drag him along to the mountain, or his leg would surely be crippled.

She had initially thought it was an earthquake, but seeing Zhou Houyuan's composed expression, as if he had expected it all along, she knew it was no natural disaster.

Seeing that the King's anger had subsided, Rui'er turned and bowed gracefully to the Queen. "The Queen is absolutely right," Rui'er said. "I am merely a subject who has just received a title; what virtue or ability do I possess to deserve the honor of being escorted by the King himself?"

The vibrant, kaleidoscopic radiance stung their eyes so sharply that the three of them rubbed them gently. As they slowly opened their eyes, a wondrous world came into view.

Wang Linyu bowed slightly in a polite gesture, just about to explain that they had been in a car accident, when Qi Feng cut him off.

Liu Xiaoxi nodded firmly; she knew very well that in this situation, she should follow Zhang Yiming's arrangements.

The Chinese players walked slowly toward the locker room, their faces devoid of expression, while Ma Junqiang shook his head from time to time. Looking at the Brazilian team, their mood was quite good; they had finally managed to equalize the score to 1-1 before the half ended.

Like Zhang Yifan, "Matchstick" had secured several server-firsts for dungeons and had even obtained a human biological chip. His basic attack damage was almost on par with Zhang Yifan's, which was the source of his confidence in telling Seven Martial to wait ten seconds.

"This..." Mifune hesitated. After all, this was a matter for ninjas, and involving a samurai seemed somewhat improper.

Zhang Shutie was injured and could no longer continue the match! For the Chinese team, this was undoubtedly devastating news.

With the current strength of the Dragon-Slaying Mercenary Group, they would likely be wiped out by the mere shockwave of the enemy's pressure if they participated.

Waking up successfully once more, she did not see Nangong Zhaoye, but rather Lan Die sitting in the room.

Whether it was the mechanical water snakes or the mutated mechanical snapping turtles, none of them were things they could contend with, even with the use of forced balance chips.

Zhang Yiming had already understood his meaning; Phoenix was a killer, and naturally, she was far more terrifying than Hou Yu.

Clearly, those demonic beasts thought we were finished, but we were filled with burning blood, ready to have a proper fight with those bandits.

Li Daozhen was merely curious: was Lin Weiwei truly a cultivator? What was her strength? Could she stand against that vampire? And since the vampire could fly, how would Lin Weiwei deal with him?

One wonders what Qin Zhantian would think if he were to discover the true identity of Qin Guyue in the future.

These people were conscripted by the authorities to help resolve tasks, such as going to the countryside to count farmland, production yields, iron supplies, daily iron-forging rates, or verifying whether items crafted by carpenters met official standards, acting as intermediaries between the government and these industries.

Chen Hao's artifacts seemed to sense the threat, or perhaps they felt their master was in danger. First, the Haotian Mirror automatically protected him, shining a beam of intense light directly at the Nether River; inside it, clouds and lightning intertwined, appearing truly terrifying.

An armory—yes, an armory. He planned to move all the Huaxia Army's armories to the Haomen Realm and eventually ship them back to Portugal, so he could escape this place. No matter what, the homeland was far better than this place.

He gathered everyone to discuss, wanting to join the battle. He spoke with Wei Heping, the contact for the Dragon-Protecting Group, offering 20,000 rounds of ammunition in exchange for their cooperation, acting as cover on the flanks.

According to my current understanding, the most basic, most important, and most difficult step in cultivating the Spirit Fetus Secret Technique is to condense the fetus.

However, Avaso felt a pang of heartache regarding the extent of the damage to the Vatila mobile castle. The city's wooden walls were all crafted from the "Elements Tree," magical trees capable of carrying spell power, and the raw materials were extremely expensive.

"Moreover, apart from me and the Ancestor Hongjun, his cultivation realm is basically the most powerful existence in the Primordial World! He has reached the peak of the Hunyuan Realm! If not for the limitations of the world, he would likely have broken through to the Hongyuan Realm," Yang Mei said.

She suddenly attacked without warning; theoretically, this sneak attack should have succeeded, but Hong Feng's figure flickered and vanished.