Chapter 48

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The one wielding the spiked club was Liu Zhi. As the wind howled past, Lin Nan’s body bent backward, the iron spikes of the club whistling mere inches from his nose.
“Who told you to dress like that? I thought you were trying to seduce me into going to a hotel!” Lin Nan chuckled warmly.
At that moment, a carriage rolled by at a steady pace. Its red canopy, adorned with white tassels that swayed boldly, proclaimed its noble status to the world. Though it was an ordinary person’s carriage in terms of function, its decorations rivaled those of the royal family, infused with an exotic charm.
A whole glass of water was forcefully poured into Chi Xianxian’s mouth. Chi Xun tightly covered her mouth to prevent her from spitting it out and compelled her to swallow. Once done, Chi Jian released her legs, and Zhao Rong helped her to stand.
“Mu Yuexi, what are you doing?” Shu Micheng jumped off the bed in a flash, pointing at Mu Yuexi and yelling.
Li Yan reluctantly accepted his explanation. After his series of explanations and coaxing, she accepted his words without any lingering doubts.
She was resolute, despite the chaos of the present situation and the countless misunderstandings with her future father-in-law.
Raine’s face turned green with envy; he had experienced matches far more complex than this one. Every trainee and competitor always treated him with the utmost respect and caution. Who on earth had the guts to speak to him so arrogantly?
“If it weren’t for her, would I even need to save face?” The plan had been perfect until that damn girl messed everything up. Was he supposed to thank her?
Although Chi Xun and Chi Xianxian were now out of danger, they had forgotten the events that had transpired, which was truly tragic upon reflection.
Nina pursed her lips, hesitating to speak. Her coquettish appearance belied her uncooperative nature. She glanced at Wei Feng with a complex expression before turning back to handle the myriad complicated data on the hub computer.

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In the eyes of religious people, only the one true, omnipotent, omnipresent savior—who has never appeared but is credited with occasional inexplicable phenomena in the world—can be called the Messiah.
Interstellar cruise missiles missing their targets or being hacked to attack their own territories or other planets, sparking war, were not uncommon.
Since Hua Tianlai had only Miss He as family at the time, and she confirmed that Hua Tianlai did have sores on his face, people were only half-convinced. Moreover, no one noticed any significant change in Hua Tianlai’s behavior, so the matter gradually faded from memory.
At the time, however, it was an extremely novel and bold idea. The person who spoke to Prince Ning for three days and nights about the “Sky Ship” could have been either a fraud or an inventor ahead of his time.
“How could we forget this?” Bao Pinzhi immediately called the contractor and supervisory units, ordering them to protect the water source at all costs.
When Ming Ji retreated into the mountains to cultivate, his clan brother was almost simultaneously chosen by an immortal master from the Star Sword Sect to study the supreme sword art.
Upon hearing Guo Hua’s words, Wu Kai gave him his room number, said goodbye, and hung up.
Once inside the ruins, the situation changed completely. Various high-tech circuits were everywhere, combining gunpowder weapons, energy weapons, ancient traps, and the latest detectors into a tight defense system.
Lord Duoluo, sampling the food, nodded approvingly. This Gesangni truly wasn’t exaggerating; her culinary skills were quite remarkable.
Lin Chujiu, with long hair draped over her shoulders and an oval face, spoke gently. She belonged to the kind of beauty whose soft voice and refined bearing made her seem like a wealthy heiress. That one word “brother” touched the heart deeply.
Though the two had yet to engage in battle, the impact had already awakened everyone in the city. Such overwhelming pressure and magnificent aura were beyond what any ordinary Peak Martial Saint could emit.

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Though unclear where Chen Xiao had obtained the longsword, she roughly understood his plan.
Chen Xiao recalled that in his previous life, on the day after the disaster struck, North Jiang Art University gave birth to a second-tier superhuman.
They had agreed on a ten-thousand-yuan bride price, but payment was delayed because Song Liangyue refused to become involved with him prematurely.
“Wait, Cui Bin, have you forgotten something? Sister Qingyu hasn’t agreed to you yet!” Xiao Lin, embarrassed and angry, exclaimed. She believed she was quite good herself and was eager to be officially recognized.
Breaking through the Void to become a King, one would become a Martial King, extending their lifespan by about two hundred years; if one became a Martial Emperor, they would become the supreme ruler among kings, gaining about five hundred additional years; reaching the Martial Ancestor level granted absolute dominance over the Yun Continent, increasing lifespan by over a thousand years.
Yet he still lacked one barrier to break through. Although his soul had slightly surpassed previous limits, he could not yet ascend to the fourth-tier soul level.
The Zhang family were originally artisans from Xintang Village. The eldest, Da Quandan, inherited his grandfather’s woodworking skills, while the second, Pan Feng, had learned blacksmithing early on in the Chen family.
The taste of Qiushui beer was mediocre; competing with major brands on technical grounds and standing out was not easy.
If not for the Celtic team’s formidable talent, scoring many difficult goals on offense, the point difference might have already soared toward twenty.