Chapter 37: Why Is Wang Yifei Like This? (8)

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Chapter 37
[Reminder: Your current tasks are:
1. Be captured by the monster and kept in the basement.
2. Stay in this dungeon for six days (12 days according to this world's time).]
[Time remaining: One and a half hours (3 hours according to this world's time).]
After the system finished speaking, Qi Yan remained silent. Knowing he would quietly comply, the system breathed a sigh of relief.
Its name was Xiao Lu.
Six days ago, it was assigned by the company...
Tsk.
Zhao Jinchu glanced at her phone, hesitating. Would this person be angry?
A flash of confusion crossed her eyes. But why would there be anything to be angry about?
Meanwhile, Li Yuyan’s expression was also unsightly; her face was flushed, embarrassed and mortified.
She had heard everything Zhao Jinchu said to Qi Yan earlier. Qi Yan hadn't eaten her cookies because of an allergy, yet she had naively rushed over and taken the blame upon herself.
Her entire life...
"Although we haven't found a solution, at least we know that an eruption is still possible. Coupled with the stealth effect, there is also the possibility of a one-hit kill. This can be considered decent intelligence," Guan Yu said faintly with a slight sigh.
His eyes were bright, yet held the depth of one who had weathered many vicissitudes. His features were gaunt, marked by the merciless passage of time.
Seeing this dire wolf, Landon already had an inkling. Sure enough, a response of "it should be about right" came back from the other side, confirming his speculation.

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"It's certainly lively," Wang Lingyun said after entering the city, politely closing the door. Although the crossbeam in the middle of the east side gate was broken, the other bolts were still intact, so the gate could barely be closed, even if it wasn't as sturdy as before.
An incredibly violent shockwave blew from the direction of the Hulao Pass wall; it was a terrifying force beyond human reach, powerful enough to obliterate any existence.
I don't know how he managed to put on such a miserable act of being severely injured and collapsing earlier; perhaps he is a method actor.
With this thought, her gaze shifted to the person outside the court for a brief, fleeting second before turning away. Then, standing firm, she swung her racket. With a dull thud, the tennis ball flew back like a streak of light, whistling as it cut through the air.
Sensing this, Zhang Zhiping’s expression turned grim. The pressure brought about by the world evolving in such a desperate manner was unprecedented. Although the demonic disaster was terrifying, the Immortal Alliance had developed targeted countermeasures over the generations; otherwise, the disasters would not have been averted prematurely so many times.
Wang Dahong’s breathing suddenly stopped, as if his throat had been gripped by invisible iron hands.
"What are you doing?" Ye Mingfei retreated, her legs pressed together, as she saw Long Hui approaching her.
Under the fire magic of the Wei army, those puppet soldiers she had regarded as a secret weapon were reduced to ashes in an instant. They failed to serve any damn purpose and instead caused the morale of her own soldiers to plummet, their combat effectiveness sliding sharply, making it impossible to contend with the Wei army.
"I'll go. I spotted some rock salt when I arrived; it makes for delicious roasted meat," Nine-Hands volunteered.
The same applies to timber. Jade is produced by crustal movements over tens of thousands of years, so its internal structure is relatively stable. But wood is naturally grown, relying on rain and soil; who knows what changes might occur within it?
"What, Mr. Liu is not at home?" Old Man Yang widened his eyes. He was unaware that Liu Ming had gone out.
Lan Jue and Zhou Qianlin raised their hands simultaneously. The next moment, light flashed behind both their heads—one blue, one red—as two beams of light surged into the sky, their sword radiance reflecting off each other like living things. Their auras intertwined, complementing and depending on one another. The powerful sword energy made even the Terminator’s expression change drastically.
In truth, in terms of lineage, the Mingcang Sect was also orthodox, occupying its own vast territory. Yet, to this day, the sect had never produced a True Yang Dao Venerable, leaving them without a voice and even causing them to be subtly sidelined by other factions.
However, just as the soldiers forcibly suppressed their anger and prepared to resume their march, an indescribable screeching suddenly erupted all around them.
"A friend?" Lin Yue thought to himself, *I'm not exactly familiar with you, we’ve only met for a few hours.* Yet he felt a sense of unease; although Beixuan had an aged face, there was something cunning about him.
If Imperial Concubine Shujin knew what kind of messy thoughts were running through Hu You’s head, she would surely rap him on the head. Who knows what his brain is made of, always wandering off to strange places.
I got goosebumps all over. Damn it, in my haste, I forgot that Piaoxue is his wife.

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Lin Tian hadn't looked at Pete the whole time, but his divine sense had been active, and he had noticed the moment Pete threw the white radish at him.
On one side of the encampment, Old Chen had converted the area into a training ground and shooting range. At this moment, he was leading the core members in training the newly promoted warriors. Physical conditioning, melee combat, firearm maintenance, and marksmanship—the training curriculum was quite comprehensive.
Of course, an ordinary shielding formation certainly couldn't achieve this, but what about something else? A high-level shielding formation?
After all, the people in this residential area were all registered in Qinglong City. It wouldn't matter if one went missing, but if there were one too many, they would be invited to Qinglong Mountain for tea.
The Indian general in the command post was furious. Two massive losses in a row had caused him extreme heartache. By now, not only had they failed to capture the ruins, but they didn't even know the specific situation, leaving him completely passive.
Upon hearing this, Guo'er circled in mid-air three times before flying toward the left side of the Sun and Moon Cave Abode.
Deep down, Fang Mei felt a measure of joy. Even though her family had never contacted her in over twenty years, looking down on her and, even more so, on her husband, they were still her father and sister. Fang Mei was inherently a person who never held grudges.
"Impossible, there must be something strange about this," the top student roared, disregarding Teacher Wang’s status entirely.
Gao Yang’s father grabbed Fang Xing’s feet with one hand while thumping his head against the ground with the other, his forehead becoming a bloody mess as rivulets of blood ran down his cheeks.
Ye Han looked back at the army of skeletons that had finished their tasks and were resting in the woods. With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the skeletal soldiers, the countless threads of corpse-souls flying back into his body to be carefully stored away.
Li Shimin clenched his fists tightly and couldn't help but ask: "When is the most suitable time to act? Where should we do it? Who will be involved? Do you have a plan?" Pulling off something like this wasn't for ordinary people; it required careful plotting.
Because Blacksmith Huang didn't forge hundred-refined weapons every day, he only produced a dozen or so at most each year.
By this time, most of us had entered the kill zone of the Type 66 directional mines, though we were still only on the very perimeter of their blast radius.
The Han army camp on Wuma Plain and the Wuhuan camp were twenty miles apart. At this moment, a long, temporarily erected tent stood between the two camps; it was the site for the peace negotiations.