28 Traveling to the Middle Ages 028

"Try this!" Ding Huo was brimming with interest. Cissidis was a legendary fighter with level fifteen Force; facing such an opponent was an opportunity Ding Huo would never decline.

Customers in the restaurant saw the barrier dissipate. Seeing Li Tianyou reeking of alcohol and unaware of what had just transpired, they cast their spiritual senses to inspect him. Finding nothing unusual, they retracted their senses in disappointment.

The white-haired old man clearly had not expected Wu Yue, who had already been defeated, to launch a sneak attack, especially with such a powerful weapon. With no time to dwell on Wu Yue’s actions, he lunged toward Tang Xiao.

Stepping back twice, Li Tianyou looked around but saw no one. Just then, he glanced at the Autumn Water Traceless Sword in his hand and noticed it was glowing with a faint light.

"This... Wang Bin, please, let me explain..." Lan Youming hurriedly tried to clarify, feeling that he needed to address the situation regarding Shirley immediately.

Jose watched as Calette swallowed a mouthful of coffee in silence. As he spoke to her, he pulled a tissue from the box nearby and handed it to her, his gaze unable to tear itself away from her face.

He had painstakingly orchestrated his transfer from the peaceful Korean front to the China theater, which was relatively safer than the Pacific front, all to build a career, not to leave in disgrace. If this encirclement failed and the story of being played like a monkey got out, his future would surely be cast in shadow.

"Xiaofeng, you will never understand the pain of watching my best friend die right in front of me," Wu Ming said calmly.

Although he was not a snake, and he did not know if the other side of this stone wall was above ground or below, he pressed on.

Yan Xiaxi’s goal for playing the game today was to promote "harmony," and she did not want them to argue, so she quickly waved at Nan Sheng.

This momentary lapse gave Li Fei the chance to step forward and engage him, while simultaneously winning for himself a greater chance at survival.

Those summoned included not only the mentors responsible for the security of the Trial Assembly that day, but also Tong Xiyao, Fang Quan, Nangong Zifeng, and the Vice Dean.

How could he explain the past so she would believe him? Cai Li felt panicked, but he suddenly noticed that although Shen Yiyi was using interrogative language, her face showed no anger, and she wasn't even pulling his ear with any force.

When the time came, he only needed to merge this projection with himself to instantly acquire all of Elder Kui’s memories and experience them as if he were there in person. Otherwise, just watching it like a movie would hardly leave much of an impression.

The blade formed an arc, sweeping through the air with graceful poise, grazing her hand and brushing past her face.

A metallic "clang" followed by a scream echoed as a steel blade flew into the air, and a blood-stained figure, who looked somewhat familiar, collapsed in front of Zhao Yang’s left.

His father was always so reckless and impulsive in his actions; no matter how he looked at it, it was never a good thing. He would have to find a way to rein him in, but the thought of a son manipulating his own father made him feel strange, and Guan Xiaojun could not make up his mind.

"Help me pick out a few more sets, including shoes." He suddenly spoke up to ask for help again, his tone noticeably gentler this time.

The three great sects lacked the ability and fortune to divine the secrets of heaven; they had no idea that a catastrophic disaster was hanging over their heads and that a sea of heavenly fire was about to pour down.

Suddenly, a fire broke out in the village, the likes of which hadn't been seen in over a decade. As soon as everyone heard, they ran out immediately.

Xing'er tilted her head, observing him, as if unable to believe what he was saying. Had he really come to his senses?

That morning, while Qin Yu was having breakfast in her mansion, the steward left behind by Xue Li walked over respectfully.

"Do you think Harvard would accept a student with a two-year gap year?" Lu Yichen’s lips curled upward. One year was already the school's limit of tolerance; another year would make him a dropout.

"I have weighed this matter. We only need a hundred or so people to guard the ancestral hall. With those mountain-sealing artifacts, the old demon cannot do anything to us."

The topic of the great battle of the Meng family was not suppressed by the authorities; instead, it was fueled by those with ulterior motives.

Outside, dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed, but inside, the light from the top of the tower was as warm as silk, and an unusual golden glow spilled over the man.

"You know you hurt someone, don't you!" Dai Chuchen remained unrelenting, wanting to pursue the matter to seek justice for Xia Chongming.

"Beauty? What beauty?" Yukimura Seiichi asked, puzzled. What beauty? Why was Nana saying things he didn't understand?

Looking up, he saw the Ghost King slowly sitting up from the bed, casually draping a robe over himself, also staring at her intently.

Qian Nai looked at Fuji Shusuke with a strange expression, perhaps studying him carefully.

"So, this Nanxu Pavilion truly was opened by you, Miss!" As soon as the shopkeeper saw Shen Qingwu, he couldn't even bother with the injured Ji Beichen, bowing and cupping his hands toward her instead.

"Mother..." Ji Nianqing didn't have time to worry about what had happened; he just hugged Shen Qingwu’s leg, nuzzling her affectionately.

Gu Jingfeng, whose wounds had not yet healed and who had been traveling for days without sleep, collapsed outside the gates of Nanxu Pavilion. He ran a high fever for day and night and only woke up after three days.

In truth, sending A-Da to tail her was secondary to knowing what Yun Xuan was plotting; his main purpose was simply to get A-Da out of the way.

It was just that when she and Shen Ge bought these things, they used the excuse of preparing for Zhao She and Su Yunxi's wedding. The items were of high value, but they were all in pairs, making them difficult to handle.

Listening to this completely nonsensical and baffling conversation between the father and son, An Xiaoxiao felt completely bewildered.

She was not the kind of close-minded parent. Although she understood what kind of place the entertainment industry was, where in this society was it not a place of survival of the fittest?

However, Hua Xiangrong was held back by Hua Jinsheng, causing the former to howl in protest. It seemed he had no desire to stay behind. Hua Xiangrong could imagine what was waiting for him next; his father was likely truly enraged this time.