Fifty-Four Itches

Sun Yue and Gao Tai were both taken aback, with Sun Yue’s face showing a trace of panic. However, years of family education allowed him to barely maintain his composure even when faced with such bad news.

An unexpected windfall of gold—no matter how indifferent Yang Jing had grown to gold over time, the sheer quantity of this hoard was staggering. He had acquired it all in one sweep, and even Yang Jing felt a surge of excitement.

As Jiang Han, his face cold, prepared to leave, Lin Haoxuan, who had remained silent until now, suddenly looked at him with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes and spoke.

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood, and with a powerful jolt of his longsword, forced the Ghost Blade away. Without hesitation, he leapt from the dueling arena and landed atop the stands.

As she spoke, she pulled off her sunglasses perched on her nose, revealing a pair of bewitching eyes.

Two cars had already stopped above—one belonging to Su Qinghe, and the other to Liu Jiehong, who was accompanying Jiang Zhenwu.

But thinking of the young master, whose wounds had yet to heal and was still waiting for his medicine, she sighed softly, picked up the wooden bucket, and turned to leave.

Napoleon III’s attempt to erase France’s humiliation from the “French disease” ended in failure, defeated by the very nature of the French themselves.

Prince Qingyang unleashed his Phantom Overlord Fist, the formidable nether energy condensing into a solid fist mark, only a few feet wide but exceptionally dense, by no means inferior to ordinary true energy.

In such a battle, Kong Zhendong struggled even more; to land a single deadly blow was much harder than Peirson’s relentless attacks, whose momentum, though sometimes weak, was quickly reinforced by subsequent strikes.

Tian Yuanjie had high hopes, but upon arriving at the trading destination, before Tian Tian could even introduce Xu Youyu to him, his attention was wholly captured by a single piece of jade.

“What is it?” Shen Ruofan didn’t speak aloud but sent the message instead.

Other company presidents—even Cao Wei—felt a twinge of regret, realizing they had no opportunity to converse with the district chief.

Shen Ruofan shook her head slightly. Barely thirty, yet she already carried an air of deep experience. Too much had happened lately.

Xu Xiaoxiao remembered how Xu Nuonuo always returned from Shi Hongjin’s place in high spirits, so she thought nothing of it and continued drinking with Xiao Zhan.

Lin Fuer, seeing no other option, stopped being polite and took a big bite of the bun, curious to know how the bun shop’s buns tasted. Lin Luer, following her example, nestled in her grandmother’s arms and ate with relish.

Without warning, she slapped Aunt Bai three times, splitting her lip before finally stopping.

Everyone agreed that Bai Yu shouldn’t go outside. If she wanted to move around, Huo Yunting could support her as she paced the hall. After all, Wang Caihua would bring her food, and if needed, Huo Yunting—tall, strong, and energetic—could easily carry a tableful of dishes from the kitchen.

“Bring Duoduo to Tenglong Building before eight tonight. I need to see you both,” Li Si said over the phone.

You once asked me: if Xu Xian had not saved Bai Suzhen, would she still have fallen in love with him?

When Wang Haitao arrived in Guangzhou, Tang Renli had already received his telegram and hurried to meet him with his men. Upon seeing the travel-worn Wang Haitao, Tang Renli was so moved he could scarcely speak. Outwardly, Wang Haitao was calm, but inside, he was no less emotional.

“Ming Hanfeng, your tastes are getting stranger and stranger. Tsk, tsk...” the voice continued.

But can we really make it out of here alive? I hardly dare believe it, but survival instincts drove me to exhaust every ounce of strength I had.

I thought of so much, yet in the end, there was only one answer—in the days to come, I must live well with Zuo An and the child.

Mo Ke was startled. Only a few days earlier, he had learned of the Messenger’s existence from the Bloodwheel Sect’s beast-skin scroll, yet Old Ancestor Yunshui seemed to have known about the Messenger for a long time.

Most astonishing of all, after some thought, everyone realized that what had just been said made perfect sense.

Before long, more than a dozen mortars from First Battalion opened fire on the Japanese heavy machine gun and mortar positions, their sudden bombardment throwing the enemy into disarray and relieving the pressure on Company One’s line. Taking advantage, the company commander shouted, “Fire! Hit them hard!” and squeezed the trigger of his light machine gun.

He suddenly opened his eyes. Darkness still surrounded him. Where was he? Where was this? The surface beneath him was soft, but as soon as he moved, he found all four limbs tightly bound, and cold sweat instantly soaked his body.

Why did Yue Wuchen speak such baffling words as soon as she arrived? After all, their acquaintance dated back only a little over two years.

“I don’t know. All I can say is, those corpses still reek of rot, just as vile as ever,” replied the golden eagle, his eyes betraying undisguised loathing.

Zan stretched out his hand to speak, but before he could, drums thundered outside the tent and warhorses neighed.

Yes, he wanted to recruit Fang Xinwu for his team, but he had yet to even think of a name for it.

They had originally planned to kill Li Dadan, but He Jianguo arrived with his men, and a fight broke out instead.

Most outrageously, Wang Xian even found characters from the game in his resurrection list—Garen the Might of Demacia, Yasuo the Unforgiven... ahem, Yasuo.

Effect: When using physical martial arts attacks, hitting the target reduces their MP by the same amount as their HP loss.

Li Dadan noticed the bodies had already been removed from the tank. Nasser was directing two men with cameras hanging from their necks to arrange the corpses in various poses.

As expected, the plane maneuvered up and down, perfectly avoiding several minefields—clearly on autopilot.

A few minutes later, all the yellowcake was loaded, and Charles began walking toward Phil, whose hands were slick with grease.

Cheng Yaojin and Li Guangbi quickly examined the bodies and discovered that “they” were not purely demonic beings, but hybrids—part demon, part human—much like An Lushan.