Volume 1, Chapter 61: The Deterrence of the Police Uniform, the Yu Family's Invitation

"I don't usually tell jokes, but what I'm saying right now comes straight from the bottom of my heart!" Zhao Wuyou chuckled, gently brushing a lock of hair from his forehead with one hand.

A flash of sorrow crossed Xin Beizhan's eyes. He gazed deeply at Xinyi for a long moment, then finally stepped back slowly.

Thus, they were trapped in a predicament where it was utterly impossible to fight against destiny, because even if you could think of a way, you lacked the ability to execute it—forever and ever.

Li Qianqian felt that she was being ganged up on and bullied, and burst into tears as she went to strike him. The teacher held her back, and unable to run, she began kicking wildly in the air. Dangdang was two meters away, completely out of reach, so she spun around and kicked Dingding instead.

Compared to the already unhinged Qi Jingyuan, Chu Feiyang used the moonlight to carefully examine the corpse before him.

It felt like a desolate and silent return journey: devoid of joy, unburdened by heavy sorrows and pains, while sorrowful music played alongside the national anthem. Life seemed to exist solely for the hellish past life.

"I just want to know the truth," Tao Ye said, looking at him calmly. If Ouyang Duo truly failed to see that the bandits had already disarmed, then his reassignment to civilian life was entirely his own fault.

On October 28th, the Emirates Stadium was packed to capacity, with every single fan hoping to watch their team crush the opposition on home turf. Moreover, Arsenal had been in such blistering form lately—what was Everton to speak of? They could be easily dispatched.

However, on this matter, Su Rang had zero right to speak, so he could only obediently let Annabella order him around.

Under that fierce sword momentum, Wu Song retreated a few steps. Just as the Taoist Priest Wang's sword momentum was spent, Wu Song let out a mighty roar and brought his blade down, severing the Taoist's arm and then shattering his ribs.

She couldn't focus on the music at all, and even chatting with Jenny Wu left her feeling somewhat listless, as her thoughts inexplicably drifted back to Chen Yang.

Before long, a lush and verdant forest appeared in Vlad's field of vision. After flying for a long while, the Island of Gods finally came into view once again.

The reward was simply too generous! Putting aside everything else, those three hundred officially sealed taxable households of fiefdom greatly exceeded the standard scope of a reward.

Upon arriving at the Hall of Military Discourses, a considerable number of people were indeed waiting there. The moment Zhao Ji arrived, someone naturally announced, "His Majesty has arrived," prompting the entire assembly below to drop to their knees.

Directly ahead, a towering peak abruptly pierced the landscape, its summit wreathed in a layer of churning black mist.

There is a widely circulated and utterly cliché saying: money is not everything, but without money, you can do absolutely nothing.

Inside the former residence of the garrison commander, Carlo's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and drove a group of people out.

Yet ever since that moment, she felt as though an entirely different consciousness had embedded itself within her heart. This presence was steadily encroaching upon her soul, making her feel as though another life entirely existed somewhere in the realms of fate.

However, the risks accompanying it were vastly greater. Therefore, even within the paratrooper units, ram-air parachutes were reserved exclusively for veteran soldiers; novices were not permitted to use them to avoid unnecessary danger.

Having said that, Ji Chao and I, one human and one spirit, split up and charged straight at the malicious ghosts before us. Ji Chao chose to confront the physical entity, while I brandished my wooden sword and thrust it toward the vicious specter.

"The Heaven-Cave Holy Realm is located within the jurisdiction of the Vermilion Bird Hall, so Hall Master Mi must be quite familiar with the details of the holy realm," Changsheng Li remarked.

I forgot to introduce Shixing to you. He's a Buddhist disciple I met after you were injured. He's hilarious and a bit thick-headed, but sometimes he's even more reliable than I am.

"Chew on it." An enchanting, subtle fragrance drifted into her nostrils, and a hard object suddenly pressed against her lips. Without giving it a second thought, Lin Qing instinctively followed the instruction and bit down on whatever was at her mouth.

Meanwhile, Chu Nan and An Ruoxuan were finally walking slowly toward them from the distant street, hand in hand.

Yun Ji could not help unleashing another silent curse. The system was deliberately making things difficult for him. Not only was he stripped of command, but if the local lords could no longer command either, he would be ostracized by the NPCs in the capital and forced to withdraw from Kyoto in disgrace.

Therefore, relying on Han's precise control coupled with the immense energy acting as gravitational pull, she managed to form this powerful offensive and defensive technique. Yet the flaw of this move was equally obvious: the energy consumption was astronomically high, and the rate of depletion was completely disproportionate to the magnitude of the attack and defense.

Seeing the old man nod in agreement, I said to him, "Then go ahead and get busy, I'm going to sleep." With that, I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Qin Luyan let out a cold snort as a brilliant full moon emerged behind her. Her azure starlight domain rapidly expanded, and the long sword in her hand flicked out hundreds and thousands of fierce sword qi, unflinchingly meeting the opponent's offensive.

Naturally, this fellow was intensely curious about what kind of hand Lin浩 was holding. Without bothering to conceal it or hold back, he directly flipped all the cards over. The moment the cards were revealed, everyone was utterly dumbfounded—the entire hand consisted of tens bearing face cards, making it a supreme "Niu Niu" combination.

He distinctly remembered that during the Dao-Discussion Grand Tournament, both Chen Xi and Tu Meng were merely at the peak perfection realm of the Ancestral God stage.

"Naming it, you say..." Aphrolova murmured like someone talking in her sleep, sinking deep into contemplation.

Several warriors let out tragic cries, raising their blades as they rushed forward. At that moment, the thousand-legged soul-devouring beast lunged fiercely forward, thick, saliva dripping from its reeking jaws.

That undulating long whip was none other than the Golden Scale Whip, an heirloom passed down through generations within their Golden Scale clan. Legend has it that it was forged when a dying ancestor of the Golden Scale clan stripped away his own flesh and blood, refining and fusing them into fish bones through relentless tempering and polishing. When wielded with the clan's unique techniques, it could rival a top-grade spiritual artifact.

"Drink!" roared hundreds of men in perfect unison, an action that had been arranged in advance. Sure enough, the surrounding players were intimidated by the roar, and the hundreds of men swiftly carved out an empty space on the left side.