Chapter 61: Save it!

The restricted zone of the First Military District is divided into three sections, and this is Building C4, on the sixth floor.
There are only six sentinels imprisoned on this floor, so the daily workload is actually quite manageable for her.
She pushes open the door and steps inside, where the scene within immediately greets her eyes.
A tall man is lying quietly on the bed, his limbs restrained by the sturdiest of chains.
His features are deep-set and his contours distinct; the muscles beneath his clothes bulge, brimming with power.
Accompanied by the surging spiritual energy, a thick wave of black miasma follows closely, completely staining the rich spiritual tide pitch black.
Physical refinement goes without saying. As currently the most powerful aspect among all of Ganning's abilities, not only has he not reached a bottleneck due to excessive strengthening, but his growth potential has also greatly increased, leaving him with no reason not to continue enhancing his physical capabilities.
However, these scouting demons do not quite agree with the opinions of their demon clan commander, and their patrols are rather perfunctory.
And what about himself? Hypocritical and cold-blooded; when necessary, he would even drag innocent people into trouble for his own sake.
Yes, that would be future Kassi's wife, Sarah, a host for television channel La Sexta in Spain, who was guest-hosting today to interview Kaiser. Having witnessed AZ Alkmaar's match against Real Betis and become completely captivated by Kaiser, she is now one of his fans.
To Du Ziheng, this guy's malice is as obvious as if it were written across his face. Although Du Ziheng usually has a very good temper, he is actually quite holding a grudge. Merit is hard to come by, but scattering it is very simple—one only needs to commit some deeply wicked deeds, such as malicious murder or desecrating ancestral tombs.
Yet upon exchanging blows, the old steward's expression changes drastically in alarm. Both of these fellows turn out to be powerhouses in the mid-to-late True Dan stage; with a mere ordinary strike, he coughs up a mouthful of fresh blood and is sent flying backward.
"There's no need for that. As long as you change back to your human state, you'll be fine," Lin Xuan says like this, pulling Rain Butterfly's phone closer.
The traces of the fierce battle between Chu Tiance and Zeng Yulong are clearly visible; any expert in swordsmanship who inspects them can immediately deduce most of what happened.
Recalling the previous actions of the Wu clan people, Luo Zixiu refuses to believe that their trip was merely for kidnapping Shen Yiyi. After several rounds of questioning, Luo Zixiu learns that the root of all this disaster was the mysterious map acquired by the Shen family not long ago.
Qin Yu sits cross-legged, floating on the water without sinking, streams of purple Qi encircling his body. These purple Qi streams are precisely the purple True Qi within him; after months of cultivation, Qin Yu's congenital purple True Qi has become like quicksilver, nearly liquefied.
And so, the smug Strength Demon is pressed flat by the Flesh Mountain before he even has a chance to flex his muscles.
Bayang stays quietly by my side without a word, though when we step out of the kitchen, I notice the rims of her eyes are red.
"Can you tell me where that place is? Also, have you been there?" Wang Ping casts a reproving glance at Taisui. There is no helping it—this creature that does not understand life holds an indifferent attitude toward death as well.
The sunlight spills down, intertwining and reflecting with the surrounding deep blue light gauze, a beauty that surpasses the gradually emerging rainbow on the distant horizon.
Whether as if sparked by some chemical reaction, the two conceded goals do not drive the English players into a frenzy; instead, they act as though injected with a tranquilizer, remaining quite silent and calm. Yet their opponents, the Dutch team, catch a whiff of danger, their expressions turning somewhat tense.
"Kill me? Ha-ha. Henchman, punk, it should be said that you are the one who will die a miserable death!" Field sneers hideously. Then, with a heavy strike of his palm aimed at Mo Yuqi's neck, Mo Yuqi suddenly feels everything go dark before her eyes as her body slowly collapses downward.
That day, as the sun sets and the lights along Fanghua Street turn on, all the shops begin to operations. However, business is not particularly good for any of them. In contrast, the entrance of the Qingzhu Tavern is packed with a vast sea of people, looking exceptionally lively.