Volume 1, Chapter 64: Cut from the Same Ungrateful Cloth

Pei Yunxi harbored a profound resentment toward Pei Shangling in her heart.
Now look at this—her cleverness had only led to her own undoing!

"Knight Sean told me that in order to seize control of one-third of the undead army, he simultaneously fought the Skeleton King Kelto and the Lich King Kane. Seizing the opportunity, Divine General Peter pulled his soul out of the Demon Cage and entangled it with his own consciousness body."

Vidal took the lead in offering a greeting, and Gao Xun nodded slightly. Knowing what to do, Vidal stepped back to Gao Xun's side. Seeing this situation, Lautus felt his anger surge even higher, growing increasingly displeased.

"You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask? I haven't left this bed since I came in with you last night. You were the one who undressed me, and now you're the one helping me put my clothes back on. How am I supposed to know where this thing came from?" Qian Qianjian was extremely annoyed, his tone turning somewhat stiff.

Logging into the forum, he purchased another Badge of Thorns just like the previous one. Judging by this recent experience, this item was indeed very useful.

Whether in the United States or in any other country on Earth, poaching talent happens every day. The most common occurrences still involve close female friends stealing each other's partners, and at the root of such incidents is always a man's indecisiveness.

During this period, he constantly worried about being stopped and questioned, detained and interrogated, or even being hacked to pieces and fed to the dogs. The Sky Eagle Cult was notoriously ruthless and killed without blinking an eye.

Taking out his phone, Gao Xun scrolled through his contacts list. The directory, which could be fully viewed with a single upward or downward swipe, contained a single contact named "Old Master."

Naturally, having learned from past mistakes, the Arbiter Chris did not pull the dagger out of Link's chest, nor did he kill Link with a single fatal blow. Instead, he just stared fiercely at Link's every move, wanting to see how this fellow could possibly escape.

Zhaodi watched as that officer shifted instantly from arrogant to deferential, eventually even acting somewhat flattering toward Mr. He. He patted his chest so hard it made a loud thud, striking a pose that screamed, "Leave it to me, consider it done!"

Odin would rather face Qin Yue alone than let his subordinate gods suffer any further casualties. This was not due to Odin's greatness, but rather a matter of necessity; he needed to preserve the living forces of Asgard.

Aside from checking the status of the spaceship on schedule and maintaining a few key components, there was basically nothing else to do. Therefore, once his chores were finished, Wang Yuan returned to his room to practice martial arts, continuing to comprehend the realm of the Martial Origin tier.

It was now close to the Hai hour. Under the First Line Cliff, the moonlight was like flowing water. Looking out from the cliff, the mists rising from the mountain valleys resembled a treacherous and unpredictable sea of clouds.

"Father! Mother!" he roared desperately. A man in black smiled hideously and stabbed a blade toward him. He missed his footing, plunged backward, and fell into the desperate ocean of darkness.

"General Bai's outfit today is indeed rather alternative." The alternative style Murong Xue referred to was completely different from his usual fashion sense.

Attending a palace banquet—what kind of clothes should she wear? What kind of headwear? And what sort of etiquettes were observed within the palace?

We all gathered in the voice channel, waiting for Uncle Qiqi to lead us in further practice. He unmuted his mic and chatted with us about random things, just like he always did. Once the team was matched, we immediately entered the arena.

It was simply that their luck was extremely poor. As the saying goes, a person should not step into the same river twice.

Summoned by the command, Rong Jinye slowly paced toward the outside of the house, bending his index finger to his lips. Then, a sharp whistle pierced the air, and the very next second, the rooftops all around were densely packed with guards clad in silver armor and holding raised bows and arrows.