Volume One, Chapter 29: The Storm Approaches

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Although Wang Kun relied on his think tank simply because he was lazy and wanted to avoid being overworked, it must be said that as long as you could truly get the job done, he was bold enough to delegate authority—and this was precisely what made him most liked.

The group bombarded him with questions; clearly, Chen Yun’s single "I don’t know" had landed him in an extraordinary predicament.

The cheers of one or two voices swelled into a dynamic roar from the entire crowd, their impassioned fervor instantly igniting the whole arena.

Beneath a towering silver-crowned tree, Prophet Fenris, commander of the wolf cavalry unit, leaned back with his eyes closed to rest. His mount lay lazily to the side.

The atmosphere in the entire restaurant fell into a state of unusual silence and tension due to my question. This included Tao Bo and Lu Shan; having spent so long together, they naturally knew that our ultimate goal was to find our predecessors. As friends who had shared life and death, they were naturally just as anxious.

"Don't worry, it's very advanced, it has anti-shake features," Old Hui replied. His tone was casual, but facing the scene in the basement, I don't think he was any more at ease than I was.

The consul election this year would neither be postponed according to Cicero's proposal nor could it ignore the divine will to proceed on time—it had to be moved forward, significantly so. Four market days from now, that is, by the end of this summer, the consul for the coming year must be elected.

He was quite easygoing and unconcerned, sitting down to eat and drink heartily, enjoying himself. Just as he was reveling in his drink, footsteps sounded outside, the lock on the door clicked, and someone pushed it open and entered.

I almost cried out in surprise. Before my eyes was a monster I could not name. It had powerful limbs and a body covered in feathers, with wings, but its head was that of an ordinary hawk—part eagle, part hawk. Most peculiar of all was the sharp horn growing from its head.

An oil painting is not a sketch. How could it be finished in such a short time? This Oriental genius painter is truly too arrogant. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger; he has achieved a little success and is already full of himself.

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"In that case, I shall await your good news, sir." After saying this, Gao Qiu actually bowed to Lu Ping before returning to his sedan chair.

With his thoughts racing, Li Yang suddenly remembered that he had obtained a large number of Yuan Cores in the Starfall Secret Realm, but because he could not refine and absorb the starlike energy contained within them, he had simply put them away.

Flying above the sky on a massive pirate ship, the crew of the Fire Dragon Pirates was lazily enjoying their afternoon tea time on the deck.

"The two of you! Regarding this matter, I... my Ye family will give you an explanation... I ask that you show me a little respect..." Ye Xuan lowered his head, unable to bear the situation, and cupped his hands toward the two, gritting his teeth.

Sakuragi Emily stared blankly at the earnest Xiao Yongjian, whose words sounded like complete nonsense.

Indeed, this deacon, who was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, had not noticed Li Yang’s cultivation level when Li Yang first asked, and because he was busy, he had responded with an inappropriate tone.

That was the golden age for dogs; they ate the dead, and they went mad, even pouncing on the living. Some might ask: "Why didn't you go hunt the dogs for food?"

Meanwhile, in every corner of the world, wherever a news branch existed, video Den Den Mushi had been set up, ready to begin broadcasting this battle.

Chasing out of the door, she saw Xie Gongbao standing dazed at the entrance. She huffed in anger and chased him out of the main hall, only to see the Golden Toad transform into her own likeness and dive toward the Bodhi Iron Tree, suddenly vanishing from sight. Nalan Tubada chased it to the Bodhi Iron Tree but dared not act rashly, circling it instead to prevent the Golden Toad from escaping.

In the United States, the crushing defeat on the Philippine battlefield made this Christmas feel somewhat oppressive for the Americans. The festive atmosphere was dampened considerably. But Christmas had to be celebrated—it was a human sentiment that could not be severed, though the form it took was slightly different.

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"Let's go!" Having fully achieved the day's objective, Shen Fan no longer wished to linger and spoke to Aranto.

As for their superior, the special forces soldiers knew exactly what Jun Qing meant, so they stopped talking and got to work without delay.

"The Second Young Master again... damn it... Does the Young Master really have a clash with this Second Young Master?" Zhao Yi sighed, covering his face. However, Xue Yu was half-right; Zhao Yi truly did not know what the Extreme Ice City was, nor did he know what the Xue family was. Since he didn't know, couldn't he just mess around as he pleased?

Last time Gu Qiu left this place, he had instructed the Titanium People that they must remain hidden until it was clear whether outsiders were friends or foes, and they must never let their existence be discovered.

Just as the three students were about to be swallowed by the spatial rift, the three deans finally appeared beside them.

"Go and let them watch the Young Master make a fool of myself?" Zhao Yi sighed helplessly. "But today is the final match, so naturally, I will be the one going." Zhao Yi's words were brief; realizing he was still guarded against her, Xixi couldn't help but pout.

The one speaking to her was the maid who had delivered her clothes. This maid's almond eyes were wide open, staring at Yu Zi, her expression seemingly one of surprise at Yu Zi’s lack of decorum.

Regarding such tactical and strategic matters, Jiang Xue was now an absolute authority. Therefore, once he proposed such a viewpoint, the members of the Xuan Sect could not afford to ignore it.