Thirty thousand and thirty.

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After all, Xue Yu was merely a police officer. By her side, however, were two genuine martial arts experts, one of whom was already close to the pinnacle. In a purely physical fight, even she would have struggled against him.

Watching Wang Tianya and his colleague drive away, Xue Yu felt far from well. She suddenly had the impression that she had been abandoned by everyone, and Tang Zhihua’s smile made her feel increasingly flustered.

Just as she was wondering how to give him a hard time later, a brand-new Rolls-Royce swept to a halt in front of her.

Jie Yu told me that this place was called “Sparse Shadows and Faint Fragrance,” the garden of the Hundred-Flower Fairy in the Celestial Palace.

At present, the fact that Lin Yu could remember nothing more than his own name was already no small achievement.

“I know. If I insisted on forcing you to go, you would probably do me the favor. But some things… I know you have to figure them out for yourself. No one else can help you.” Luo Yu spoke淡ly.

The fox Yitong reluctantly saw me to the door and gave me a long list of instructions. The sky was just beginning to brighten, and I did not linger. Following the direction the fox had given me, I bought a horse and headed toward Hanzhao City.

Chen Donghui called Luo Jiajia to ask for leave, drank another round that evening, then enjoyed the company of a pair of exquisite twin sisters before finally sinking into sleep in the middle of the night.

Another enormous black sphere of magic came hurtling over. Lin Yu felt as though his entire body were about to be burned dry. Yet it was only a sensation; even his clothes had not been singed.

As for the favor Luo Xiyu had mentioned, Chu Yun paid no attention to it. What concerned him was how to prevent any of the villagers from being injured or killed.

—Incidentally, the one who had vanished after going out to sea was his elder brother, the eldest of the family. His name was Taro.

“Although I haven’t seen his work, I’ve watched several television dramas adapted from Mr. Cha’s novels, and they left quite an impression on me,” Li Feng said with a smile.

Under the distribution system of NP King, the subsequent matches gradually produced different groupings. Some contestants who had suffered earlier defeats rallied in the later rounds; some performed only indifferently; and, of course, some who had excelled in the first few games steadily declined afterward.

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Lin Wanru stared with wide, bewildered eyes. But when she saw that Black Nine no longer seemed interested in continuing the conversation, she said nothing more and obediently lay down on the bed.

The moment Leng Hecheng saw Liu Zheng, he slammed the door shut, strode forward, grabbed Liu Zheng by the collar, and kicked him.

—No one knew why, but his Fengyue was truly loved by demons and monsters of every kind. Even those normally wild and unruly creatures became extraordinarily gentle whenever they saw him.

“Too late.” A red gleam flashed through Zhao Yao’s eyes, and Coal Ball’s body stiffened before he collapsed to the ground.

Volleyball was a fairly straightforward sport, and perhaps that made it more pleasing to watch. But if one hoped to achieve good results, refusing to adapt was useless.

Su Ni silently sighed. He had never expected that he would actually end up in such a strange place.

Inside the room, Old Fish was already covered in blood from a gunshot wound, yet he remained as fierce as a lion. Crouching by the window, he emptied his final magazine before a storm of bullets forced him back behind the table.

At such an intense level of combat—especially when every strike required the use of a magical artifact—how could his spiritual power not be exhausted?

The rich Irish whiskey burned as it entered his mouth, flowing like fire down his throat and into his stomach. His entire body warmed. At times like this, liquor truly was a wonderful thing, much like the cup of farewell wine soldiers drank before heading into battle.

As the CEO of Epoch-Making Industries, he knew what this meant. It meant more than merely becoming a billionaire before the age of thirty. It also meant that Ma Kai might one day hold a position from which he could speak to the presidents of automotive giants such as Toyota and Volkswagen as an equal—or even make them look up to him.

As for sects such as the Elixir Tripod Sect and the Spirit Serpent Valley, most of them merely fought; they did not battle to the death.

“Very well, but on one condition: each side accepts whatever fate Heaven assigns, whether life or death!” The old woman agreed readily enough. Anyone with eyes could see that the two of them had probably been at odds for a very long time.

The light rain gradually ceased. The night sky resembled a deep pool, its hazy surface rippling faintly beneath a veil of mist and reflecting the lights of ten thousand households. Some homes were filled with festive joy, their connected lanterns forming a sea of radiance. Others were listless and dispirited; their lights, like their inhabitants, had grown dim and languid, clinging to a tiny spark of spirit that was nevertheless so faint it seemed about to fall silent.

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Thinking of the secret rendezvous they would have after meeting him now, she became so excited that her heart bloomed with joy.

With firepower like this, let alone an Abrams main battle tank—even the most advanced American Arleigh Burke-class destroyer would struggle to withstand such a high-saturation assault.

Su Luo thought that if she could rely solely on her own strength and her own mind to eliminate, one by one, all the Transcendent God Realm experts of the Asura Realm, what a source of pride that would be.

Earlier, Su Luo had said that she was cooperating with the Emperor’s Young Lord. In other words, as far as Emperor Xuanyuan knew, the Emperor’s Young Lord had been aware of Su Luo’s existence for a long time but had never told him. Now Yanhua was also joining forces with her against Heaven, betraying him—his own father.

At that same moment, on the southwestern official road thousands of miles away, a tall, powerfully built man walked along laughing and chatting, a child slung over his shoulder.

“Boss, my indenture contract is in your hands. Whatever you tell me to do, I’ll do,” Yun Long said obsequiously to Mo Jun. He looked so much like an actual employee.

Liu Hao cursed Zhang Li inwardly for being disloyal. But since he had already been pushed forward, cursing would not help. He still had to speak.

Although he had destroyed Bitt’s secret base, Joanna had escaped. His “new company” was still there and had not been shut down.

Having someone speak to her in such a manner, Chen Lu was so furious that her teeth ached at the roots. She could barely maintain the innocent, guileless expression on her face.

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