Volume 1, Chapter 41: Whose Side Are You Actually On?

Emerging from the bathroom, even Shen Zhien's toes felt exhausted.
She had often heard people say that once you taste the sweetness, you crave more, and now she had truly experienced it. She had no idea where Li Shen got such endless energy, especially since he had just driven for seven hours straight.

Wrapping her in a bathrobe, he scooped her up and carried her horizontally to the bed. The soft bedside nightlight cast a gentle glow upon his watery, sparkling eyes, and he still looked full of vigor.
"Now, the main course begins," Li Shen announced.

Meanwhile, netizens from various countries who had witnessed the entire process hoisted Jiang Hui onto a pedestal. They frantically flooded the internet with topics related to Jiang Hui, viewing him as their ultimate idol.

Lu Yunyi spoke softly, but those three words, echoing in the depths of the latter's mind, had already taken on a completely different meaning. Although the City of Combat was a self-contained entity, it did not mean they were entirely unaware of what transpired in the outside world.

"A friend of ours has come to the United States and wants to see you. Come with me," An Zhicheng said.

Yet, despite verbally refusing, his eyes remained fixed on the corn, and he unconsciously swallowed a hard gulp of saliva.

What filled her with shame was that the moment she first regained consciousness, she had actually blamed him, even though she knew full well it had nothing to do with him.

In short, it always boiled down to the notion that those not of one's own kind would inevitably harbor different intentions. Furthermore, because they excelled so brilliantly in utilizing their innate talents, even many members of the divine race feared being overshadowed by them.

"Grandfather, if you have something to say, please say it directly. I know that your coming here today must involve something out of the ordinary," Chen Xingyao knew that her qualifications were still far from sufficient to pull off any deception before the old master, even though she considered her acting skills to have reached a state of pure mastery.

Now everything depended on Sun Junlang. If he could substantiate the claim that Jiang Hui used substandard cement for road construction, then he wouldn't be considered the loser.

He was now left with only two choices: either tough it out and melt away into a pool of bloody water after the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, or face the alternative.

Since there were very few patrons in the bar, the attention of the staff naturally gravitated entirely toward Gu Jiu and Ah Qiang.

However, after such a commotion, Landon's grand plan for a shopping trip today was ultimately ruined, leaving him no choice but to send Old Wang and Zhu Lingqi out to gather information instead.

Gong Jian, the instructor of the Sharp Shooter Fourth Company, grabbed his telescope and rushed over the moment he woke up today.

This was not a martial arts tournament fought in grueling sequential bouts; how could they possibly send fighters out one by one at a leisurely pace? Naturally, they had to unleash a round of ultimate skills right off the bat.

He also noticed the return of Cahill and the others, and seeing the traces of battle still lingering on them, he nodded in considerable satisfaction.

His teammates shifted their gazes back to Si Jing, only to perceive an inexplicable wave of fury emanating from him.

Yellowed dragon teeth, a rotting abdomen teeming with maggots, disordered and aged scales, a stiff and icy gigantic torso, coupled with a broken dragon horn and a pair of chilling blue dragon eyes—all these combined to form the physical presence of the colossal monster before them.

The boy was dressed in simple, thin attire, wearing a gray hoodie underneath and an oversized school uniform jacket on the outside. He looked clean and as casual as ever, making people momentarily forget that he was the one standing here to write a self-criticism.

Every time Huanzao saw the cypress tree that blocked his path, he would think of the thief who stole his money, and his anger would flare up. Whenever his anger rose, he would pound the cypress tree with his fists. At first, pounding the tree caused his hands to ache; but as time went on, thick calluses formed on his knuckles, his hands stopped hurting, his arms stopped aching, and he could shake the cypress tree for a long time, scaring the sparrows so much that they never dared to land on it again.

"I can meet him." Faced with a request from such an elder, Chu Zhuan had no way to refuse. Although they might not necessarily become master and disciple, an introduction was essential.

Of course, if he chose to decline, it would be permissible, but it would inevitably leave a poor impression on the Jiuding core and President Qiao. Such a mistake was something Nie Zhenbang would never commit. Therefore, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ahead with it.

This sculpture was also quite famous in Shian City, vividly referred to as "One Red Star, Two Preparations." Additionally, the sculpture carried profound symbolism: ten meters and one meter combined precisely to form the number eleven, which happened to coincide with National Day.