Chapter 47: The Male Protagonist's Benefactor

No matter how powerful a martial artist is, can they withstand thousands of troops? Can they go toe-to-toe with main battle tanks? Can they rival bombers?

Right after the morning classes ended, once he had finished his lunch, the fatty sauntered over to the faculty dormitory and knocked on Teacher Yang's door. "Hello, Teacher Yang," the fatty said politely.

"You love me! And I love you, why can't we be together!" Meiga said as she unbuttoned her robe, baring her healthy, glowing chest, and threw herself into his arms.

However, confession is easy to talk about, but truly executing it makes one extremely nervous. Before even seeing her, Jiang Kairan's heart was already surging like the overflowing waters of the Yellow River.

As soon as Gu Xiuyang's voice trailed off, Lü Qian's hypocritical flattery followed closely behind. As for Tu Caihua beside Lü Qian, her expression shifted dramatically once more, and a trace of panic flickered deep within her eyes again.

Wang Yuexia picked up the kitchen knife, first shaved off a strip of melon rind, and wiped the blade to prevent any strange odors from transferring to the cut melon flesh. Her hometown only had this one knife, so she simply had to make do with it.

However, he only managed to say the first half of the sentence before Ye Wudao heard a shrill, miserable scream through the phone, followed by a few muffled Japanese curses. Not long after, the line went dead, presuming that the Japanese assassin had met a grim fate.

He knew what was going on. This was most likely because the Grand Gun God System's mission deadline had passed, and it had deducted ten Gun God points from him. Deducting ten Gun God points meant he had lost a thousand catties of strength. How could he not feel weak after suddenly losing a thousand catties of force?

Lin Fei parked his car in the parking space right at the entrance, and then, four people and a dog walked into the Chuncheng Police Dog Base.

Over the phone, he directly dispatched Liang Shan and Liang Hai to the Home Inn, telling them to find someone named Shaodian over there.

Ling Xing's jaw almost dropped! Goodness! Hot pot—come to think of it, it had been ages since she last had hot pot. Wait a minute! Is there hot pot here too?

Suhan couldn't understand what he was saying, but he noticed that there were wandering undead spirits lingering around the skeletal warhorse of the Orc general. His eyelids twitched slightly, remembering that the mount of the Orc warrior who had fought against Lu Yun earlier also had wandering undead spirits lingering around its periphery.

Liu Huiniang truly lived up to her reputation as Zhang Bao's capable and virtuous assistant. Ever since marrying Zhang Bao, she utilized her own intelligence and resourcefulness so that Zhang Bao could strive outside without any worries. As for matters like making money and doing business, Liu Huiniang managed them in perfect order. It could be said that Zhang Bao's ability to seize the initiative today owed a massive debt of gratitude to Liu Huiniang.

"No way, I'm still your manager on paper right now, I need to think this over." With that, she turned back to her computer and logged into Weibo.

"No, I don't have any particular thoughts." In truth, Feng Er didn't have any so-called plans in mind, so naturally he could only vote in favor with both hands.

"I can recognize you. Even if you turn to ashes, even if you go to the ends of the earth, to any place whatsoever, as long as I can see you, I will recognize you," Yang Gong said.

I curiously glanced at the spot Wu Ge was staring at. The inner hem of the assassin's sleeve had been torn open by Wu Ge, and an inconspicuous golden plum blossom was embroidered right there.

Then he formed a hand seal and flicked his fingers, projecting streaks of purple magic arts onto the picture. A brilliant white light burst across the surface of the image for a moment, but shortly afterward, it returned to its original appearance without any unusual anomalies occurring.

This decision was utterly devoid of virtue! The moment the Jin envoys departed, the four members of the Zhao family father and sons quarreled fiercely over that single spot to return home. First came Zhao Ji, who hoped to use this opportunity to return to his roots on the grounds of his old age with not many days left, sparing himself from dying as an exile in a foreign land. Yet the three Zhao brothers were unwilling to give up this chance of repatriation.

The man, however, simply pointed at her medicine: "It's too late. I'm afraid you won't finish drinking this medicine anytime soon." Judging by her pace of taking a lick, spitting half out, and taking a break, she'd probably still be at it by the time the first match ended.

At the same time, joy filled their hearts because if this were the case, their certainty in dealing with the Purple-Gold Holy Demon would increase by yet another fraction.

"Tell him not to worry about money; I still have some on hand." Madam Lin had withheld a large portion of the dowry that should have been given to Zhang Tingting, so naturally she had money.

"Fulin..." I sighed softly in satisfaction, once again losing myself in Shunzhi's superb kissing skills.

At this moment, Lu Feng's body was suffused with seven-colored radiance, and Daoist Ranmei's hand was pressed tightly against the location of his dantian.

Yan Wan grew even more nervous; flattery from this person was certainly no good sign. Although he looked entirely harmless to humans and animals, judging by the methods he employed, anyone using their knees could tell he wouldn't be any kinder than Ling Xingwei.

And with the divine senses of the three of them, under normal circumstances, they could project them outward beyond three hundred zhang, but now they could only probe for movements within fifty zhang. This left Qin Yuan somewhat puzzled—why was his own divine sense here almost entirely unaffected? Could it be because of the function of the soul pearl?

Although Zhang Dehai spoke of it with effortless ease, the situation back then must have been extremely perilous; a fierce clash certainly took place between him and Zhui Xing.

After Qin Yuan finished speaking, aside from Tan Zhengfeng, the rest of the group all cast astonished gazes toward Qin Yuan, scarcely daring to believe he would utter such words.

"Who's to say otherwise?" Bai Liang exchanged a few polite pleasantries with the others, got into the car, and instead of heading to the shop or returning to the Pan residence, he went to the detached courtyard guarded by Uncle Fu.

Qin Yuan looked at Bing Yu'er, noticing that her pretty face had also turned serious at this moment. Clearly, Bing Yu'er felt a tremendous amount of pressure regarding Qin Yuan's preceding words.

Therefore, at this moment, the World-Extinction Heavenly Pattern Great Emperor still abandoned his previous plan and directly caused that ultimate space-time to completely vanish.

Perhaps, ever since those countless ages ago when they were still children, the two of them had truly been together like this.

After resolving the Devouring Mud Monster, the disgusting slime that originally pervaded the Primeval Tree Sea completely vanished, and this ancient forest returned to its verdant original appearance... provided one didn't touch it with their hands.

Although they had tidied up the dining room, it certainly couldn't be used until new furniture was purchased.

"Truly vulnerable to a single blow." Leng Yi kicked another man in black flying with a kick, curling his lips in disdain.