I want to fight ten of them at once.

Mi Shixiong actually struggled to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he pulled at his surgical wound, causing him to bare his teeth and hiss in pain.

In the early morning, the air still retained the tranquility and dampness left behind by the long night. The sun climbed over the horizon early, casting a crimson glow in the distance that naturally lifted one's spirits. It made a person feel that life was full of vigor, willing to embrace the challenges of a new day and live with high morale.

However, this "fox fairy" was covered in tear stains, her eyes brimming with indescribable emotions as she stared fixedly at Murong Liuyun.

Ouyang Bingbing and Lin Ling were feeling relatively calm, but upon returning to the hotel, they no longer had the inclination to go out sightseeing, and they even skipped dinner.

"If that's really the case, what do you think we should do?" Dahong asked Liu Zhongchao, looking somewhat troubled.

Old Liu Wang had lost his previous arrogance. Having just been slashed in the buttocks by one of Brother Jinbao's subordinates, he lay on the ground clutching his blood-soaked posterior, taking a long time to crawl back up.

"Let's search carefully; we must find them. How can we face the injuries we suffered if we don't avenge this?" That soldier kept clutching his right hand with his left, hoping to ease the pain somewhat.

Linger was not yet sleepy, but I resolutely pushed her back to her room, then plonked myself down beside Elder Sister Wang. Thus, only she and I remained in the hall.

Mo Ceqi frowned. He had always been unable to let go of his guard against Su Jing precisely because of Su Jing's water-and-fire-immune, emotion-unfazed demeanor. This always gave him a sense of being unable to truly read him. And this feeling was precisely what he disliked the most.

Gu Baozhu hurriedly propped herself up by the armrest of the sofa. Moisture streamed down the corners of her eyes, her tear tracks lengthening under the dazzling light and leaving a trail of bright, wet traces.

His palm moved slowly toward her palm. Suddenly, his movement paused; he released her, lowering his gaze to look down.

He donned a bamboo hat and traveled in a hurry, braving the suddenly torrential rain to reach a walled city about twenty kilometers away.

Strictly speaking, the corporate agents who caused trouble for the trio this time did not surpass V and Jackie in direct combat capability.

No, no, Sun Miaoli, you cannot cry. You must not be struck down by such a minor setback.

The moment she stepped inside, it was as if the whole world had grown serene. Jiang Yingxue, her state of mind regained and stabilized, could not help letting out a long breath.

After warning Wan Liangqi, Zhu Yuan patted the wrist that Liangqi had just grabbed with an expression of utter disgust. She shot him a cold look, turned around, drove away.

Han Mo recounted what had happened after he awoke from his meditative trance, including that final bout of sisterly sharing from that day.

After using the secret technique, his strength plummeted drastically in the short term, which was highly unfavorable for the upcoming contest for opportunities in the immortal tomb.

"This is only the fourth whip. What are you shouting for? There are still twenty-six lashes left," Jiang Xiuzi said calmly, her face unblushed and her breath steady, her true qi flowing continuously as if she could still fight for another three thousand rounds.

When the He Liuhun troop held their drill demonstration, a sea of white appeared. As onlookers gathered, they were all astonished, finding it deeply mysterious. Coupled with the somewhat mystical legends surrounding He Liuhun, the moniker of the "White-Robed Army" gradually came into being.

Almost forgotten, it now surged back to the forefront of his mind. The final frozen image of Murong Sanfeng left in this world was merely the weak, upturned corners of his mouth.

They helped me tightly close the windows, then hurried away. I thanked them in my heart for their sense of responsibility, which was a rare trait in our demon realm.

"No, no, the day before yesterday, while I was on duty as a military affairs clerk at the Ministry of War, a slight incident occurred. I didn't wish to be flogged, and my backside hurts a bit, hence my lapse in manners. Please forgive me, Brother Zhao." He Liuhun had no choice but to hastily explain.

"Make me forget?" A gust of wind ruffled my hair, and my chaotic mind was like a ship carrying a lost direction. That ship sailed through the fog, arriving at a desolate other shore where no humans were to be found—devoid of passion, and even more devoid of love. There was only a vast emptiness requiring no imagination.

In the evening, the Zhang family members gathered together in harmony, setting up a table in the courtyard to eat. Their joyful and festive appearance felt just like the Chinese New Year.

The greater one's voice and influence in the industry, the more things one could accomplish. For instance, hosting a private auction or exhibition required the identity of a widely recognized major collector; an ordinary antique dealer could hardly command such formidable prestige.

Sometimes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change. Even if someone like Huo Ziyan were to face an army of millions, locked in hand-to-hand combat, it would be hard for two fists to fend off four hands, ultimately leading to him being worn down and exhausted to death.

The archers on the northern wall came up and began shooting back and forth. The rebel soldiers were caught in a dilemma, unable to go up or down, and those dangling in mid-air suffered the most. If they tried to climb up, the way was blocked; if they went down, it would take a long time. Some panicked and jumped, practically all of them suffering severe falls.

Li Maogong's voice carried a heavy tone when he spoke, giving the illusion at that moment that he might fly into a rage and kill at any second.

"Why leave? Even if he is a Tier 14 overlord, he still cannot use elemental power after all. You should still be able to handle him, right? And here we don't have to worry about attracting other Tier 14 magical beasts. Isn't this just the right time for me to experience the strength of these magical beasts?" Ning Hai did not understand why Zhou Wan'er was so terrified.