Chapter 48

Brother Fei's eyes turned red, and then he separated the bottles of wine, drinking alone in sorrow. Brother Fei's true love had already left him, and I had no idea who his next true love would be.

"Just give them a physical body. Leave it to you, infuse all of your fire essence into their bodies," Zhou Mi said.

"Damn it!" Hearing Kenny's words, Rhode cursed bitterly. He was well aware of the consequences a mage would face when casting spells beyond their tier. Even if he had never eaten pork, he had certainly seen a pig run.

"You'll just sketch two portraits of me to write off those three hundred thousand!" Xu Shiyu asked in astonishment, refusing to believe it.

"Don't force yourself if you don't want to. I'm certainly not compelling you. Forget it if you refuse," Dong Sisi spat out dismissively.

"What is that?" Seeing Rhode take out a magic pouch, Lucy asked with perplexity. Aside from monster cores, could there be anything else inside?

"I don't think either of you is considering Yuexie's stomach. Here, Yuexie, eat some of this. It helps with digestion." Guli's father said, pushing a rather peculiar dish in front of Lu Yuexie.

This consciousness was extremely feeble, as if it had been hiding in the deepest recesses of the corpse's mind for countless ages. For unknown reasons, it had managed to evade detection, surprisingly even escaping the notice of the Temple Emissaries.

"Fourth Master, you had everything planned out long ago." Bingruo had no inkling of the Fourth Master's intentions, and this time she had practically walked through the gates of hell. Yet, she held no grievances, quietly obeying the Fourth Master's arrangements.

Xi Yu smiled, dropping the subject. She simply wrapped her arms around mine and said, "Liu Liu," then rested her head gently on my shoulder.

The second chapter will be a bit late. I got back to the dorm at two o'clock this afternoon, spent time unpacking, doing laundry, and washing up, which dragged on past three. I've just finished typing the first chapter, and the second one should be ready around five or six o'clock.

Xu Damao wore a smug and triumphant expression, as if those eighteen hundred yuan were already about to land in his pocket.

Makimura glanced at Mio Tachibana, who was still eating her salad completely unbothered, acting as if the entire world consisted only of herself.

Zhang Zhaoyang abruptly spun around, only to discover that the Kobold he had dealt with earlier had actually regained consciousness and had walked all the way over here, supported by the head of the security team.

Thinking of Saya Kato, Makimura still felt that the senior was somewhat strange, in every possible way.

Everyone cast hostile glares at Zhang Zhaoyang, giving him the instant sensation of being stared down by a wild beast lurking in the deep forest.

Xu Tingzhi directly ignored Zhuzhu's latter half sentence and asked, "What is the highest revenue share percentage an author can reach?"

Secondly, this was also his routine for winning people over, using such a method to demonstrate his trust in his subordinates.

Rock Lee could not possibly truly assassinate the Princess of the Land of Frost. Aside from failing the mission, once it affected the relations between the Land of Fire and the Land of Frost, Konoha would undoubtedly interrogate the three of them about the precise details.

Godzilla perceived this and immediately opened its mouth, unleashing an atomic breath that struck King Ghidorah squarely in the back.

"If you don't have anything else to do, I'm going out for a stroll and will be right back!" Thinking of this, Shi Jingtian decided to go check out the academy now, standing up as he spoke to Moyan.

After saying this, Yang You swept his sharp gaze toward the Supreme Palace Master and everyone else who had participated in the crusade against the Emperor Sect. None of these people would be spared by him.

Fortunately, he had not stayed in the ancient era for very long. From encountering Xingtian, visiting the Shengnong and Huayuan tribes, suppressing the Sanqing outside their gates, all the way until leaving the ancient era, it had only taken him about an hour.

The Dark Spirit Army had established one military outpost after another deep within the great mountains, but new recruits were required to first go to headquarters and undergo some mysterious ritual before officially enlisting. Thus, the journey took no less than three days, until no flat terrain or vegetation remained anywhere in sight.

As the words faded, several tangible figures vanished back into the void without a moment's hesitation. Viewed in this light, this farce was merely a preliminary probe by the Eden faction.

"With the advantage of close combat combined with that heaven-defying gravitational effect, it's simply impossible to defeat him, right?" Even so, he mustered all his strength to stab the Butcher of Death in the back a few times, but the results were even worse than the bullets' previous effectiveness.

Ning Xiju walked straight ahead without looking back, two strings of bells tied to her waist, her cheeks covered in tears that glittered brilliantly under the scorching sun.

Finally, the Underworld representatives expressed their hope that I would continue to make persistent efforts, keeping in mind the indomitable spirit of underworld workers—bravely fighting against evil ghosts—in my future work, and carrying forward the fine image of the underworld.

Legend has it that on this day, the underworld releases all its ghosts, and common folk widely engage in memorial rituals for the wandering souls. Families experiencing a recent bereavement are expected to visit the new graves, and local communities generally offer sacrifices to orphaned and wandering ghosts. As a result, it is a festival centered entirely around ghost worship and stands as one of the largest sacrificial festivals in Chinese folklore.

I have to admit that Deng Zhuzi's luck seemed quite good today. He had just walked not far from the first snare when he heard a faint rustling sound.

Hearing this, Peter let out a long sigh of relief. His time was already limited; without a definitive answer, he likely would have lived with lifelong regret.

"Confirming they are Japanese. They are wearing refugee clothes, attempting to cross the defense zone to rally at a designated assembly point. Strike hard! Do not hold back anything! On my command, target the forest ahead, dive and drop bombs!" The instructor's face was stern upon receiving the news; he knew what it took to forge a veteran out of a green recruit.

Cui Huimin looked at Lanlan with a puzzled expression. Heavenly sunflower blood? What on earth was heavenly sunflower blood? She had never heard of it before.

Meng Qi could still manage a standoff against these bugs, but Hai Ling'er could no longer restrain herself. Watching the monsters draw within arm's reach, her combat instincts were triggered. Disregarding the fact that she and Meng Qi were currently trapped in an encirclement, Hai Ling'er's hands began to fly up and down.

The deceased was wearing a grey sweater, blue jeans, and red high heels, complete with earrings, rings, and a necklace.