Chapter 63: Beggar's Chicken

Just as everyone was enjoying their meal to the fullest, the large tiger suddenly emerged from somewhere unknown.

It was holding two chickens in its mouth, and though its fur was completely drenched, its spirit was remarkably high.

It was easy to tell that after being cooped up for a whole day, it was immensely excited to finally get outside.

The two chickens in its mouth still retained some warmth, appearing to have been specially brought back.

Since today happened to be a full day of rest and nobody felt sleepy tonight, coupled with the food consumed over the past few days...

For the Zerg, a dozen or so broodmothers meant absolutely nothing. Moreover, those broodmothers were of very low rank, entirely dispensable to the Zerg.

One had to know that the original vote gap between them had only been two or three tens of thousands, but stretching it to this extent now was already terrifying.

Mizuki shook his head, rejecting Uzumaki Naruto's proposal. In the face of Wood Release, employing a human wave tactic was simply a meaningless endeavor; apart from wasting chakra, Mizuki could not think of any possible use for it. Without strength above a certain standard, a numerical advantage was utterly meaningless against Wood Release.

At this moment, Crimson Spider was thoroughly stunned. As more and more acupoints were pointed out, and as Yang Tian detailed them one by one, she was completely overwhelmed by him.

The treasure chests dropped from kills had a high probability of yielding items related to the deceased, and also a chance of dropping items from other worlds.

At the center of the explosion, the Dragon God—appearing completely unscathed—let out a roar, and a pure golden lightning bolt smashed straight toward Su Yuan. Although it looked intact, the Dragon God had already sustained severe injuries from the previous two heavy blows. What it was spitting out now could hardly be called a trump card; it was merely a desperate struggle.

Yang Tian knew she hadn't mentioned it. If she had, could his mom and dad still greet him with smiling faces? The feathered duster would probably have come flying down long ago. What he wanted wasn't just peace and quiet right now, but for the future.

Suddenly, right behind Wu Zijian, a burly man emerged from somewhere inside the carriage—a heavily bearded fellow with thick, flourishing hair, standing well over six feet tall and covered in bulging muscles.

Tsunade was merely speaking off the cuff. Orochimaru and the Village Hidden in the Sand's assault on the Leaf Village had already been perceived by the Third Hokage, yet he still chose to fight Orochimaru, ultimately meeting his demise.

Since you couldn't find anything better, you could pull out literally any model and it would completely crush the competition. That was absolute bragging.

The traditional majesty of the aristocratic clans and their standing in the hearts of the common people were continuously battered by the emergence of these newfangled things.

He also realized that he was unwilling to close the notebook before the ink was dry, lest he smudge the milky-white paper.

Xiao Yuyin's repulsion toward him seemed to fall on deaf ears. To them, she was not one of their own; since she was with Nalan Heng, they naturally assumed she belonged to his faction. Moreover, she resided in the Prince Jing's Mansion, which anyone would realize with even a modicum of attention, or even without paying attention at all.

Her mind was entirely filled with the image of Bai Yaochu, dressed in pristine snow-white robes, sitting amidst a forest of pear blossoms and playing the tung-wood zither for her.

Even though lingering anxieties remained in her heart, An Ruo knew that as long as she was by Lu Ling's side, there was nothing to fear. Following closely by his side and putting forth her absolute best effort was enough.

"According to Han law, as a local official who fled out of fear of punishment, not only will your family assets be confiscated by the imperial court, but your family members will also be sentenced to forced labor," Yang Biao said gravely.

If it had been anyone else, they would have undoubtedly lashed out with a sweeping side kick first, and then... and then nothing happened... because a sweeping side kick was the one move Ye Wei had the hardest time controlling in terms of sheer force. Ordinarily, a single side kick was more than enough to cause someone intense pain for the better part of a day.

"Concept?" Guo Jia rubbed the bridge of his nose. Every single time a novel term popped out of Liu Xie's mouth, he had to ponder over it for half a day.

There are many stars in Portuguese football, and Mourinho is practically synonymous with the likes of Luís Figo. Many fans regard him as a hero of Portuguese football because he led Porto to the Champions League trophy.

Seeing him stop and look around with no abnormalities in sight, Ye Yun shook his head. Watching Nalan Heng, who had already walked some distance ahead, he couldn't help but inwardly complain that ever since meeting Xiao Yuyin, the man had never once acted normal.