Chapter 38: The Guardian Project, Relaunched

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Woe is him, his precious pork knuckle!

Fortunately, he was disguised; otherwise, if all those cultists had seen him here, he feared they would have torn him limb from limb. It went without saying that starting tomorrow, this place would become the next Willow Street. Especially for those cultivators who frequented the Myriad Poison Valley, they would certainly never let Boss Lu's pork knuckles slip by. With such a knuckle, it was equivalent to having an extra life within the Myriad Poison Valley. Lou Xiaotian watched as many...

After deplaning and leaving the airport, Ye Zihao scanned his surroundings, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the Azure Dragon, but no matter how he looked, there was no trace of the Azure Dragon's presence. If he were to find out that his father had been on the island all these years and had never once returned to see him, would his heart ache even more?

"Since she is the one who stepped back... the girl is just like that, no matter how much you try to teach her about drinking, she just doesn't get it..."

With that, Tsofu Aota bowed a full ninety degrees, his attitude as impeccable as could be.

"So that's how it is. Then why are you all so worried? Since the transport portal is unstable and no powerful spirit beasts can cross over, you should just send men to guard the entrance. Why worry?" Chang Xing said.

When Qiao Man asked him for love, his heart wavered for a moment, but upon seeing her shining eyes, he agreed.

Yun Jinxiu’s expression remained cold and unmoved as he allowed the sharp vine thorns to pierce toward him.

This meant that to calculate such a result, the cost would far exceed a hundred million star coins many times over.

An incredible scene unfolded: Lin Feng's fist, just ten centimeters from the Viscount of the Blood Clan’s face, suddenly decelerated, moving slower and slower.

"Next, of course, we shall enjoy the scenery." Ye Fei felt a surge of grand ambition, believing he had accomplished something truly remarkable.

Mother Gao and Gao Chuan had specifically bought plenty of groceries at a nearby supermarket, intending to prepare a decent Chinese meal to properly treat Luo Xi, who had been running errands for them all day.

Ye Nuo looked at Qing Wu, whose face was written with astonishment and wonder, and felt his mouth twitch slightly. He rubbed his forehead, thinking to himself: was it really wise to critique the blueprints of the First Emperor’s mausoleum right in front of the First Emperor himself?

Jia Renjie felt his pants pocket and, finding his phone still there, immediately pulled it out to call Zhang Wanhao.

"Your subordinate pays respects to Your Majesty—" The three of them bowed from across the conference table to the sovereign, Emperor Meiji.

Since the Enlightenment Buddha Secret Realm contained such powerful dark Buddhist energy, it was only natural that other opportunities existed within; staying in one place without moving would be foolish.

Looking at the old man before him, who appeared like a three-dimensional projection, Wei Suo didn't know how to describe his feelings. He was in a state of chaos; putting aside how he had arrived in this place, even this lifelike projection was something modern technology could not replicate.

Gradually, the two had exchanged nearly a hundred blows, and Tian Ming was increasingly at a disadvantage, seemingly on the verge of defeat at the hands of the Great Commander.

"Who can change the situation on the field?" Delia turned, his stern gaze sweeping across every player sitting on the substitutes' bench.

Though the crowd did not understand what Tian Ming intended to do, they prepared the few items he requested one by one, and Tian Ming, as promised, went to change his attire.

Xiao Yue and the experts who had withdrawn returned to the underground city; apart from a few minor injuries, the losses were within a controllable range.

Walking into the town of Qingyang, Meng Haoran greeted the members of the Meng clan from the Apricot Blossom Meng Pavilion one by one before heading to the rear chambers.

Outside the game, inside the world's tallest skyscraper, dozens of employees in white uniforms, wearing glasses and sporting dark circles under their eyes, sat before computers, fingers flying across their keyboards.