I need to make money to support you, Captain.

A gentle breeze stirred, sweeping across the boundless, golden ocean of ripe rice fields. The heavy stalks billowed like waves surging through the sea, rolling far away into the distance in layer upon layer.

Perhaps, if someone or something that truly mattered to him should appear in some world, and if that world were teetering on the brink of destruction, he might actually step up to play the savior once or twice for their sake.

If I were not competitive, how could I ever bring myself to pluck a flower that I knew full well was dripping with toxic venom?

Every time he woke up half-asleep and opened his eyes to see Ren Silian’s peaceful sleeping face, he felt an immense sense of contentment. Only when… he encountered some baffling dilemma and wished to keep Ren Silian from seeing it, would he turn his head toward the window.

In truth, this phenomenon had been quite common throughout the successive reigns of the Wu Dynasty. Emperors would frequently bestow or reward meritorious officials by granting them an honorary title affiliated with the Imperial Zenith Sect as a symbol of glory.

As he spoke, Han Yan flicked the silk reins in his hand, urging the Five-Brilliant Steed beneath him to move out toward the edge of the military formation.

"I do have a method in mind. It's just that… it is admittedly rather dangerous," Ling Ruoyan said with a slight hesitation, casting a doubtful glance at Buse.

Just as the other party had said, mutual leverage was the only way to ensure restraint. Now that her identity had been exposed, she similarly found it impossible to place her trust in casual promises from others.

To make matters worse, the trouble-making cameraman captured a close-up shot of him without his knowledge.

At that moment, setting aside the exchange between the six streamers, the elderly wizard Gandalf—having seen the Balrog suppressed—very shamelessly began to make his escape.

Zhang Yi had no intention of returning to Mengxiangang or Dream Immortal Valley. A fine horse does not turn back to graze on old pastures; he was determined to forge ahead on his own path, expand his own forces, and hunt down the invading enemy.

Ken North Island no longer bothered to conceal his presence, for he now understood the vast disparity between himself and that Demon King. Even in the dead of night, and even with his "Holy Path Shadow Art" unleashed to its absolute limit, he feared he could not escape those three blood-red pupils of his.

Ye Haoxuan could, of course, use his extreme speed to depart, but doing so would only arouse even greater suspicion.

Ah, he suddenly recalled, somewhat vaguely, that he seemed to have once made a bet regarding the sale of cell phones with some fellow.

If they were coming to collect the immortal fruit, it should have been tomorrow. Besides, didn't Brother Ye say he could handle this matter?

Blinding white radiance flared brilliantly, and under the driving force of the Moon Wheel Heaven and Earth divine patterns, the two-layered Transcendent Battle Body Art steadily climbed to its peak within a remarkably short span of time.

From the advent of the internal combustion engine to the birth of a series of advanced machinery such as tractors and harvesters, labor efficiency was multiplied tenfold or even a hundredfold. Farmlands that had previously been exceedingly difficult to cultivate and sow—even with the aid of draft oxen or various primitive tools—became utterly effortless in front of a tractor.

Following the failure of the rebellion in 1088, William Rufus, ignoring the objections of his supporters, permitted Odo to leave the kingdom. Afterwards, Odo stayed in Normandy, serving under Robert.

Even in combat between two parties that appeared equal—or perhaps unequal—one side, having secured a regional advantage, would gradually accumulate its gains and ultimately achieve victory.

Zhou Ziyang scolded Fang Qing, asking how she could possibly have come over without eating anything, pointing out that she must be starving. He insisted that next time something like this happened, she had to make sure she was fully fed before coming.

Although fatalities would be avoided in the inaugural Martial University Open Tournament to prevent negative repercussions, severe injuries were an absolute certainty.

Returning home and seeing Zhou Mother bustling about in her apron, Zhou Bingkun felt a wave of profound emotion washing over him. Just as he stepped forward intending to give her a massive embrace, Zhou Mother raised her hand and barked a loud command, halting him in his tracks.

Ye Hong let out a cold snort and grumbled reproachfully, "It's always you with your soft heart, insisting on meddling in Yan Hu's petty mess. If you ask me, you shouldn't have any dealings with the old Yan family at all. Aside from sending holiday gifts to Second Uncle's household, you shouldn't bother with anyone else."

He hurriedly rushed out to find a flatbed cart, helped Zhou Bingkun onto it, and prepared to take him straight to the hospital.

Wen Yi shook his head. One had to admit, she truly lived up to being the older of the twins; even when throwing a tantrum, she managed to surpass her younger sister by a wide margin.

Luo Yichuan spoke up once more, saying, "This is Building Number Two. It is far more important to us than Building Number One was."

Looking at the Black Lotus King’s submissive demeanor, Zhang For seemed to understand: true surrender required not merely lip service, but a genuine acknowledgment from the heart. Only then could the system's subjugation protocol be activated.

While Han Li was still inside the cavern, some twenty thousand miles to the southeast of the Smoke Cloud Hall, the sea was remarkably tranquil. The lazy ripples swayed gently, and across a span of over ten thousand miles of ocean, one could not even spot a wave as high as a single foot.

Sure enough, after grinding mobs online for over two hours, right around nine o'clock in the evening, a player with the ID "Evil Incarnate" finally sent him a friend request.

Old Di’s mouth kept twitching incessantly. After brewing for a long time, his lips parted just a fraction before snapping shut again, acting very much like a shy child begging for candy—coy and rather adorable.

"You are far luckier than this Chu Haoran. Well, that's it, see you in the future." With those words, the other Chu Haoran vanished, and those numb eyes regained their luster.

A cunning smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Ye Ping'er flashed out of the back hall and sprinted toward the spirit beast breeding grounds within the Spirit Beast Garden.

As far as Shen Ning knew, Gao Zhengyang used to make hundreds of thousands a month just in royalties. After winning the lawsuit, he became an author known throughout the entire Federation.

Yet by this point, no one believed there was any possibility of Yinsheng creating a miracle. Old Li's twin strikes were utterly flawless in both speed and angle; it seemed impossible for Yinsheng to evade them.

Although Ling Weiyang was not weak in cultivation, people of her caliber were hardly rare within Phoenix Marsh City, and for her to gain an audience with Dongmen Ningzhu was easier said than done.

The instant Chu Fan whirled around, Hua Luo felt his sphincter tighten: *Damn it, why is this guy's smile even more wretched than Brother Fan's? Wait, why on earth am I bringing up Brother Fan for no reason?*

Yet Gao Zhengyang was nowhere to be found; indeed, he had never even entered Japan through official channels. It was unclear whether he was hiding somewhere or if he simply hadn't come at all.

In the end, Sato Shin still refrained from eating Chihori Sakurai's leftover noodles, leaving her highly dissatisfied as she dealt with them herself.

After searching for a long time, I suddenly spotted a ghost covered entirely in blood. Upon closer inspection, this soul bore a resemblance to Fatty. I quickly gave chase, and sure enough, it was him.

Given the current condition of Kong Lu's body, the snake venom had already begun affecting her nervous system across the board.

The latter had not yet opened all seven apertures; both her internal energy capacity and her recovery speed were far inferior to hers.