Chapter 47: That Year, She Was Ten

Apart from the origins of his engagement with Xu Qingcheng, what Lin Shiyun recounted now was almost identical to what Lin Yu had previously overheard at Old Master Xu’s house.

“Xiaoyu, since you’ve already met with Old Master Xu, did he mention anything else besides your engagement to his granddaughter?” Lin Shiyun asked with curiosity.

Lin Yu did not hold back in the slightest and replied: ...

After a night of passion, Richard absorbed Thor’s divine power. The city of Thordheim was officially reborn the following day.

He agreed with apparent enthusiasm and went to the bar, had a few drinks, and only then realized that the other’s intentions had nothing to do with alcohol.

Wang Fugui was indeed dead—both he and Ruoshui were certain of it—yet the scene before their eyes felt strikingly real.

“Good evening,” Wang Jin said, resting his sword against the neck of the disciple from Mount Song, his smile gentle and sly.

After Chen Bo finished all of this, he did not seek out Tian Jiao or Ge Huilian. At this moment, he had more important matters to attend to.

This was truly what he felt deep down. When he first came into contact with computers, he was briefly obsessed, but as every game was easily conquered, none of them held his interest for long.

Lin Chen instinctively took a step back, but he dared not push Zhao Yina away too forcefully, afraid she might fall.

So, with the power inherited from the Blazing Black Dragon, Ares directly proved the truth of his earlier words to the doubting Krassus.

The three children of the gods were climbing the twin trees of gold and silver—a grave disrespect to the sacred trees for any race. Fortunately, no one had discovered them yet.

From that moment on, she often felt her life had been wasted—never having experienced true love, not even knowing what being in a relationship felt like.

All at once, the bloated and obese vomiters surrounded the three, forming a tight circle. Then, a cacophony of retching filled the air as every vomiter spewed corrosive acid from their bellies toward Wang Qitian, Xia Xue, and Shen Han.

“Teacher, we won’t leave you behind,” Zheng Zheng said through gritted teeth, clutching the teacher’s hand with all his might.

“I know. Our minds are as one. Acting in sync isn’t hard for us, so go ahead and do what you must—I can keep up!” Haotian’s brows rose, his face brimming with confidence.

Hidden behind the statue, Xu Qianqian watched the scene unfold. For humans, this would be considered a familial tragedy.

Huang Yu was startled awake by the doorbell and a loud knocking! Instantly irritable, he was annoyed—after all these years, he still woke up in a bad mood at over thirty. No one else could compare.

Every cultivator gazed at the distant, surging tide of beasts, hearts heavy. When would this ordeal finally end?

She cast a glance at the obese man seemingly crushed by invisible pressure and, frowning slightly, waved her delicate hand. Drops of sweet dew fell from her fingertips, landing gently on his body by the shore.

Li Chunsheng said with a smile, “Normally? Impossible. Every New Year, Director You has to go to the government building several times, and even then, the most he gets is two thousand yuan.”

Li Yi activated his rocket thrusters, chasing after the Emperor’s Sword that soared ahead of him, and rushed to Bahanuq’s corpse, pressing his hand against the black steed.

A clap of thunder drowned out all other sounds across the sky. The Ghost King’s eyes suddenly burst forth with twin columns of blood. Even gravely wounded, he burst into wild laughter. Atop the Dragon-Subduing Cauldron, as if awakened to its final divine power, a terrifying blood-red figure—ten thousand feet tall—slowly took shape behind the Ghost King.

But... the current players did not realize that in “King of the Gods,” this sub-world virtual reality game, there were no administrators at all.

“Forget it, forget it—I take it back. Fine, you may continue!” Xu Zhijie shook his head and, realizing his words had caused such a stir, dared not challenge his elders further, unsure what consequences might yet befall him.