Volume 1, Chapter 56: Duoduo is going to die of sadness!

Chu Haoran looked at the Chief, then at Situ Guo and Li Peixia, and finally stood on ceremony no longer. He nodded and took a seat beside the Chief, though he still refrained from acting overly presumptuous. It was not out of fear, but rather because he held a deep and genuine respect for the Chief.

Having now broken through to the half-step True Martial realm, he didn't hesitate in the slightest. Retrieving a silver-white spear from his spatial spirit ring, his body surged like a dragon as he instantly charged toward Nie Tianyu and the Young City Lord of Moonlight City opposite them.

"No, I've already taken a bath. Why are you calling me so late?" Lin Yingcheng asked with a puzzled tone.

After a long while, he finally opened his tightly closed eyes, let out a soft sigh, and turned to look at Brother Yan beside him, only to find Brother Yan gazing at him with a full-faced smile.

You've got to be kidding me! If it weren't for Ah Ming, I wouldn't come to your place even if it killed me, let alone help you go make trouble for Gathering Heaven Peak. You might as well just kill me right now! Liu Shang cursed coldly in the depths of his mind.

Every player has their own unique style. While there are five distinct positions on the court, the application of techniques means the differences between positions are not all that rigid.

"Great! Since that's the case, let's not waste time here. We should get moving right away. With this gadget, fighting this battle will be a breeze," Chu Haoran said with a chuckle. He was practically ecstatic right now; this was essentially equivalent to finding three hundred soldiers of the Purgatory Legion for free, which was more than enough to deal with Heaven-Rending.

"Just now, Brother Jing bought an Earth-grade long bow at the Shen's Auction House in your Mercenary City, and we were just discussing whether it was worth the price," a young man of less than thirty years old said, pointing at the person holding the bow.

Before she could run more than a few steps, she was struck by a tranquilizer dart fired by a shadowy figure leaping out from the bushes, instantly collapsing limply to the ground.

Hearing Ginny's answer, Colin and Luna both wore looks of astonishment. Such a large brood of children was a rarity not just among wizarding families, but even in Muggle households.

Today, she had even been the one to remind Li Huoyue to chime in and scold Xu Jiaojer. It seemed things weren't as the rumors suggested after all; she couldn't fathom what they were worrying about.

The punk made a show of trying to force his way through. The security guard put down his thermos cup, pulled out his stun baton, and a crackling electrical arc flashed into view.

Holding breakfast and leaning against the doorway, she lazily brushed away the stray locks of hair across her forehead with a raised lip corner. The sunlight was just right, accentuating her fair skin, long eyelashes, and slightly tilted head.

Li Min's mouth was wide open, Chen Yueting's hand clenched into a tight fist, and Yu Yingying's eyes held a trace of vigilance—a wariness that looked precisely as though she were laying eyes on a rival.

At the exit of the shelter—the very place that bustled with numerous shelter hunting team members during the day—it was now utterly deserted and remarkably quiet.

The soft texture pressed against his face like a pure, flawless feather, tickling and gentle. Before long, the feather ignited into a blazing fire, leaving a deep and indelible mark upon his cheek.

A young wizard wearing a purple uniform leaped off the bus and spoke to George.

Yet one should never use "affection" as a pretext to truly reduce the person they love into someone who depends entirely on another for a living.

The light fixture in the hallway was broken, flickering on and off. I had to press my face against the keyhole, fumbling to insert the key once, twice, and yet again, before it finally pushed through.

Jiang Jingluo nodded with satisfaction and burrowed under the covers. She felt a profound warmth wash over her and closed her eyes in blissful contentment.

Could such earnest and repeated admonitions really be nothing more than a passing impulse? Hearing this, a chill gripped Jiang Jingluo's heart, and tears welled up like pearls in her eyes. Her wide-open gaze held a mixture of bewilderment and anxiety as she looked up at him, her lips parting as if she had more to say.

"Do you know what kind of place this is?" Jiang Jingluo's heart hammered continuously in her chest. Every passing second felt like a battle against another version of herself within. Internal conflict immediately arose. To go or not to go? If she didn't go, lingering dissatisfaction would consume her; if she went, she feared she would only end up disappointed.

Shen Feifei muttered to herself in a daydream before smashing the jade display counter into smithereens. Unfortunately, her bag simply couldn't hold any more, and the counter didn't have a single bag to spare. She searched the entire second-floor shopping mall to no avail.

At the mere thought of that night's events, a sharp, stabbing pain continued to wrench at her heart—she had fought with all her might to make a final plea.

She finally understood why Su Dannuan had remained so dejected over the past five years, and why a profound sorrow always lingered within her eyes.

Ever since Shen Feifei evolved to a Tier 3 ability user, the country lacked any zombies above Tier 2 to supply her with high-energy crystal cores for cultivation, and consuming countless Tier-1 and lower cores yielded virtually no progress.

"Baka!" The captain with the notched brow flew into a rage, lunging toward Shen Feifei fueled by a mix of humiliation and anger.

She was truly gone. Her pale, cold purple eyes fixed upon Moran with an icy displeasure. With a cold snort, she wondered how she could possibly be missing when she had explicitly ordered guards to keep watch on her. To think her guards couldn't even keep tabs on an injured person—they must be far too used to a life of idleness.

The single word "also" unmistakably revealed that Proud Lone Smoke had long since guessed the Snow Sprite's thoughts. Fortunately, the Snow Sprite fancied him, and he fancied her in return.

"It is merely the joy of ordinary folk," the host responded with a reserved nod, wearing a smile that conveyed, *Ah, a connoisseur I see.*

Yet at this very moment, looking at the person kneeling on one knee before her, the lingering ache remained, and tears instantly spilled from her eyes.

Even if every single person invited by Wan Qiu agreed to attend the banquet, the total headcount would still not reach ten.