Volume 1, Chapter 63: Entering the City to Depend on Relatives

Just as they were talking, a company commander came to report that the men from the Gold-gilded Guard had arrived.

Though his words seemed on the surface to be defending Di Ming, they actually cemented the fact that Di Ming had committed cannibalism. This fellow's intentions were truly vicious.

An inexplicable wave of irritation rose in Xu Zhihu's heart, and his bodily senses were magnified. Every sensation of her clinging to him made him detest it! Could such an ugly... ugly... thing even be described as warm and soft?

Someone with clumsy hands sent a stray sword Qi flying, and that head was bald all over again, though a new layer had grown out, looking even more dazzling.

Xu Zhihu's expression grew even stiffer. Choosing him was indeed a mistake, but since Dumu Deyu had not been coming to the academy lately, he just had to make do with this second brother.

Mo Fu stepped forward. Yueying followed closely behind her, keeping a vigilant watch on the fierce-looking matron, terrified that the woman might suddenly burst forth and injure Mo Fu.

I nodded vigorously. In fact, I shared the exact same thought as Colonel Di Ming—how could a thing like this ever be accomplished?

Consort Jing had already brought people to kneel outside the main hall. Earlier, the First Prince had hurried back to the capital and, bringing all the princes and princesses with him, went to kneel in the inner hall.

"Our portions here are quite large, and if you can't finish, you aren't allowed to take it to-go. Moreover, wasting food requires compensation of five yuan," the old man stated the rules.

It's not to say that Zhuolijianniu is amazing, but the advanced division as a whole is just a tiny bit more formidable than Qing University—though Qing University is still quite impressive, of course.

The Luoluo family is quite ancient, but could they possibly surpass the Zi family? If Qianli is unreliable, well, this is at least the third option.

In this Qianyuan Realm rampant with exotic beasts, once ordinary people lost the protection of the city walls, it was tantamount to being handed a death sentence.

Aunt Gao had to look after Xiumei's child on one hand and Dabao on the other, while Erbao had been sent to his maternal grandmother's house.

However, becoming one of the three major suppliers for Thannysmpia was not such a simple matter.

After greeting Zhou Zun, Xu Rui and Yi Qianqian strolled around the ACG exhibition again. On one hand, they wanted to observe the current trends in dōjin creation, and on the other hand, Xu Rui hoped to discover some capable creators.

Violent explosions suddenly burst forth from within its body, as if the things it had been continuously devouring weren't Xiao Yan, but one bomb after another.

Being able to project Qianyuan Qi externally required at least a Tier 5 profession, and furthermore, Qin Luo didn't have any Qianyuan Qi in his body to begin with.

Lifting the morsel to his lips and taking a gentle bite, the bouncy meatballs were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with savory flavors overflowing the cheeks. The plump meat juices inside were sweet, delicious, and left a lingering fragrance on the tongue and teeth, evoking endless aftertastes.

Knowing that Fang Qingling harbored a death wish, yet hoping that Fang Qingling would leave himself a way out, the Master bestowed his legacy upon Fang Qingling.

A perfectly fine person who had been hopping around full of life in the morning was gone in just half a day—how could anyone possibly be in a good mood?

He had never imagined that a plotline involving the destruction of humanity and perishing together would actually make him feel so relaxed and gratified.

Looking at Min Jing's somewhat shy face, Lan Fei paused for a long moment before saying indifferently, "No, I've changed my mind. I will participate. Thank you for the reminder. I won't see you out." Without waiting for Min Jing to say anything further, Lan Fei turned and stepped through the gates.

"All right, stop making a fuss. If you keep this up, you won't have any friends left in the future," Liang Xiaoxiao said helplessly.

He suddenly lowered his head and, with the speed of lightning, planted a kiss right between Tong Ziqing's brows.

"Lord Mu, the soldiers of the other three tribes are heading toward this side. At most, we have the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn," the scout by his side reported anxiously.

"Pfft!" The magic sword sliced through the void, directly chopping off one of the spirit god's arms.