Chapter 8, Section 45

When these pursuers rushed over, they found not a trace of Lin Yanghao or Tan Zhuo anywhere in sight, and they burst into furious curses.

Lu Donglai did not hesitate for even a split second. Had the divine turtle not stepped in to help, he would have already been killed by the Controller. Therefore, the very moment the spatial rift appeared, Lu Donglai stepped straight into the black hole.

Chiba Pianpian looked at Gu Feng in astonishment, because she truly had not expected that even Gu Feng could not discern the attributes of this card.

The scout arrived at the commander's tent to relay the frontline intelligence to the commander, Tiankuixing Hubaiyi, and the deputy commander, Hange.

"Hmph, I happen to be a one-in-ten-thousand internal martial arts master; no subtle rustling of wind and grass can escape my ears," Gu Feng said smugly.

"Impossible! The Island Master possesses divine martial prowess; how could he possibly be defeated by the likes of you cowardly rats?" With Ancestor Yunlan at the Tribulation-passing realm, nothing they said would make them believe he could be beaten.

"Bullshit!" Deng Feng roared angrily, desperately fending off the masked man's attacks. By this time, his hair was disheveled and he was in an utterly wretched state.

In the past, they had often idled away their time like this, leaning against the window sill not because there was any magnificent scenery outside, but purely out of sheer boredom.

Considering how thoroughly Taeyeon had satisfied his masculine pride, both physically and mentally, Ning Yi very generously took out a soft candy he had prepared in advance and placed it into the palm of Taeyeon, whose gaze remained blankly fixed on the window.

Unlike what was written in certain transmigration novels, where singing a song that had been immensely popular prior to transmigrating would allow him to harvest a massive following and achieve instant fame in this era...

She had remained conscious the entire time, her eyes slightly open, though all the color had drained from her face, making her terrifyingly pale. An oxygen mask was once again placed over her nose and mouth to assist her breathing.

The moment those burly men caught sight of Li Haonan's imposing demeanor and the heavily trained bodyguards closely following behind him, they could tell at a glance that these were men of strict discipline.

Even though he had resolved to become a robust and unpretentious harem protagonist, he couldn't possibly take every woman he laid eyes on and sweep up every single virgin he met, right?

When she uttered the words "properly entertain," Feng Qingyu's tone was exceptionally heavy. A casual listen revealed the underlying intent. She had no intention of entertaining Su Mu; rather, she intended to put him through the wringer.

However, there was one matter which, though not directly related to the primary work Qin Han was currently undertaking, still commanded his utmost attention and continuous anticipation.

Chen Zhuo, being young, felt his mind go completely blank upon hearing those words. During the initial design phase, he had only thought about outfitting the ships with more cannons—believing that the more cannons they had, the more powerful they would be, and that sacrificing a fraction of their speed wouldn't have much impact—while completely overlooking the Ryukyu navy's traditional doctrine of pursuing victory through superior speed.

Nodding and then shaking its head, the grizzly bear bristled with fur, looking utterly defensive. Had it not been deterred by the formidable aura emanating from Hao Yu, it undoubtedly would have already turned tail and fled.

Therefore, Qin Han also attached great importance to the flaws pointed out by Shida Atsushi—namely, that Terracotta Entertainment still lacked deep experience in development and had never produced a 3D game.

Holding a league tournament like this would probably rake in a fair amount of money, but what about the venues? Constructing an arena capable of accommodating tens of thousands of spectators presented a massive challenge. Wood certainly wouldn't work due to the high risk of fire. Zhang San couldn't help but think of the Roman Colosseum; actually, utilizing a sloping terrain and building seats along the hillside wouldn't be a bad idea after all.

Upon investigation, the situation made Zhang San even more furious. This incident was part of the new Yellow River embankment construction project. The middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River had already become an "above-ground suspended river," meaning that the higher it was raised, the greater the future workload would become, and the risks would multiply exponentially.

Seeing Su Mei turn away in disdain, Qiu Lanxiang felt as though she had been subjected to the utmost contempt. Ever since she arrived at the dance troupe, aside from Maiden Yuwei who ranked above her, no other sister had ever dared to speak to her in such a tone. It was simply outrageous!

Not far away, beneath the city walls, piles of bleached bones were stacked high. Some were relatively "fresh," still bearing patches of rotting flesh, being fought over and devoured by low-level demonic beasts such as bone-eaters and carrion birds.

Just as Lin Guyu wanted to say something, his stomachache subsided slightly. His hand was warm, and placing it over his abdomen dispelled much of that uncomfortable sensation.

"I'm warning you, don't harbor any thoughts of playing tricks; I can kill you at any time!" Withdrawing the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Sword, Yun Fei said calmly.

Qin Su turned her head back to continue watching television, missing the way the man could no longer suppress the corners of his lips, which curved upward into a joyful and radiant smile.

The people gathered around the table chatted, discussing their own tactical blunders, while Wang Jiayu rubbed his hands together and added the three hundred thousand he had just won back into his stack of chips.

"The bed isn't finished yet, but we're going to finish it today," Lin Guyu said, tilting his head to glance at the bed with a smile.

"Xuan'er, what kind of mischief are you up to again?" Fearing that Murong Xuan would stir up more trouble, Murong Feng had been keeping a close eye on his whereabouts. Hearing from a eunuch that the Crown Prince had gone to the Inner Court, she had rushed over in a flurry of anxiety.

Yin Feng said nothing more. Even though he knew the other party meant well, constantly being deemed inferior to others still provoked a flicker of anger within him. He did not bother to argue, because continuing the discussion felt like matching reason with reason—there was no point; proving it with facts was always best.

Forcing a faint smile, Li Wan walked forward. In the gentle breeze, her light cyan dress fluttered, emitting a subtle, lingering fragrance with every sway.

Gazing at those tangled vines, Bing Xin's expression turned exceptionally grave. Behind her, Elder Sen, Elder Qi, and several other God-tier powerhouses similarly rolled their Adam's apples, their faces plastered with astonishment.

Young, fashionable, and completely lost in the dance, she found many Duoduo at this very moment to be at her most beautiful.

It wasn't until later, upon entering the interstellar era, that the so-called ideological struggles and the one-person-one-vote electoral system gradually degenerated over hundreds and thousands of years into a stylized political ritual. The populace could no longer obtain their due rights, and the pageant-like campaigns and empty verbal promises of those in power ultimately became heavy political burdens.