Volume 1 Chapter 35: Meeting Yang Mo Again

A verdadeira filha prevê: os internautas terão outra calamidade. Shin-chan 1904 words 2026-08-04 03:59:28

Even if Jiang Yinglian received that news, it would be of little use. As a substitute, neither the God-Sealing Ceremony nor the Global Professional League had much to do with her. Yet, the fact that she intentionally waited for him for so long must have had a purpose. Could she be acting under someone else's instructions?

A perfect ending, while pleasant to behold, is soon forgotten by people as time passes.

Coupled with the metaphysical law that wherever Lin Xuan is, the chat stream inevitably becomes vulgar, the tone of the comments shifted immediately.

Upon discovering that the opposing top-laner was also a professional player, discussions about the game flooded the chat. Lin Xuan stretched, got up to pour a glass of water, and upon returning to see the match had begun, bought his items and headed out.

To the audience, the former was a dark horse led by Xiao Jin, while the latter was a team from the previous season's final four. In reality, however, this was a deeper strategic move.

Even Tang Jian had thought so at first, but it was only after Liu Yuyan introduced him to the poetry gathering that he understood why the so-called Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering had evolved into something that had little to do with the festival itself.

Of course, on another level, this was because the city's highest official, Li Jing, was an exceptionally loyal man, which put those in power at ease.

The spirit beast seemed to already know what was about to happen; it had likely experienced this many times, and its entire body began to tremble.

The so-called "Sub-Mecha," similar to a shikigami, is an autonomous mechanical fragment within a mecha that can detach when needed to fight independently. Unlike a shikigami, however, the Sub-Mecha is man-made.

As it excitedly prepared to charge, a sudden gust of wind from behind forced the Dark Cockroach to spread its wings and press against the side, narrowly evading Zhang Shuo's sword strike.

I cast Li Jianyang aside, found a plastic bag, stuffed that ghastly thing inside, and then grabbed a syringe, heading toward the top floor while carrying the package.

Zhao Manyun told me on the surface not to tell anyone about this operation, but in reality, she had informed Qi Hongyi and Xu Liang herself.

"The Southern Territory is a place of trouble, where major powers are deeply intertwined. Even for us, unless my father steps in—so even if we resort to coercion or enticement, we cannot win them over. The one-fifth of the Southern Territory I hold is only due to my grandfather," Jun Ziwen said bitterly.

Upon learning this result, Fang Cheng began to examine it carefully, fearing he might miss any detail, trying to grasp the profound meaning behind the arrangement of spiritual particles. However, Fang Cheng's level was limited; even with his Divine Sense at the peak of the Void Refining stage, such high-level supernatural powers were not easily understood.

"Useless trash!" Wu Zetian kicked Wu Sisi away, but Wu Sisi crawled back, continuing to plead with her.

Following the heaven-shaking roars of the two commanders, countless timid cultivators were ignited, joining in with loud shouts as morale surged rapidly.

"Recognizing that is a good sign. The next round should be the horse-spear match; you go again!" Li Dongsheng said.

At that moment, I tugged at its left feather, signaling it to turn left. At first, it wouldn't listen, so I started pulling out feathers. After a few were plucked, it became obedient and began turning according to my instructions.

"Yes, their combat techniques are quite average, but strangely, their strength and speed are extraordinary. They can easily wield heavy machine guns with one hand, relying entirely on raw power to force their way in. Because of this, our defensive lines were completely shattered, and we were pushed back all the way to the second floor," the assistant replied.

The Japanese daimyo generals knew from previous engagements that one could not judge the Lu army by their numbers. Their force of 100,000 had been soundly defeated by a Lu army consisting of only 30,000 regulars and 30,000 laborers, leaving the ground littered with corpses; the enemy's firepower was simply too overwhelming.

If one is to find a phoenix, it certainly won't be on the ground. Since the phoenix perches on the paulownia, it must be in the paulownia tree. Yet, we searched all the way, checking every tree meticulously, and didn't even see a single bird feather. Could my deduction have been wrong?

In this world, no matter how many enemies you defeat, you cannot be considered invincible unless the one who falls under your blade is an exact copy of yourself.

Who could it be? Filled with questions, I walked slowly to the living room. The knocking continued. I slowly opened the door.

Patience. Tell yourself to be patient, think about being patient, Rena told herself. Although she was extremely dissatisfied inside, she still managed to squeeze out a smile—even if it looked a bit stiff.

I had spent very little time at Song Qing's place lately. I left every day before they were up and returned only after they were asleep. Sometimes when I came back at noon to make soup, Song Qing hadn't risen yet. As for Qiqi, I had hardly seen her at all, so I had completely forgotten about her working overtime.

Degulas smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Very good! I admire you. Come with me!" The latter followed along immediately, looking delighted. Even so, the soldier did not forget his military bearing; he saluted first before swinging his arms and marching in step behind him. This action raised his standing in Degulas's eyes even further.

After Matsushita Ichiro reorganized his troops, the three regiments of the 106th Division still totaled over 6,000 men, marching in formation along the mountain road toward Yeji Town. Since they were less than ten kilometers away, Matsushita Ichiro was in a hurry and did not dispatch any reconnaissance units, proceeding strictly in marching order.

Looking at the strategist, I wanted to tell him that I am your King of Feathers, and you have done well! But I knew I could not reveal my identity to them yet; that would only bring them harm.