Chapter 43

"Humph, such a nagging femme fatale, there is no way my Yueyue would ever fancy you!" Lin Duo'er clenched her teeth, making a fierce, threatening gesture at the screen before her.

"Ha, my friend, your skin is as thick as ever," Ding Chunhe and Pu Xun shook their heads. Naturally, his words could not be taken seriously.

"Is there something else wrong with this medicine?" Su Ruhui asked subconsciously, sensing hidden meaning in Gan Lin's words.

"Not bad," Helalaoyao said. "Tomorrow, remove those meat dishes and replace them all with vegetarian ones; we prefer vegetarian food." Having been up in the mountains eating game for over a month now, they had been subsisting entirely on meat. Apart from that fellow White Tiger, everyone else had long since reached their limit, especially Ning Ruxi.

"Is this enough?" Yelun spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking at Yun Xixi with a somewhat dizzy expression. His mouth was stained with blood, and his pale face looked rather terrifying.

Do not forget, in terms of overall lineup, Hanmen had lost to TEA. Leaving aside the bottom-lane combination of Jinx and Braum, the top, middle, and jungle lanes were all packed with team-fight heroes like Rumble, Viktor, and Rek'Sai.

The trials were about to begin, and this person was clearly dressed as a swordsman, yet while everyone else was rushing eagerly to participate, why was he making a detour?

"Don't say anything," Mao Leyan said sternly, her emotions seeming to spin out of control as her face flushed crimson. "Do not kiss me with lips that have kissed others. Your Majesty, please remember the purpose of my entering the palace; I really don't want to talk about anything else." She minded; she minded deeply. Physical contact only reminded her of last night's events.

However, after the arrival of Nanzi and the five others, they used both soft and hard tactics to practically place these four women under house arrest in a few rooms at the back of Zhaonan Courtyard, providing them with luxury and fine food, yet strictly preventing them from ever approaching Su Ruhui again. During this time, the four of them had been extremely anxious, and when they were suddenly summoned by Su Ruhui, they were a mix of apprehension and anticipation.

"Damn Flame Dragon, you just wait!" Chu Yi glared at Flame Dragon, muttering fiercely in her heart.

"Yesterday's incident was clearly Yue Haofeng's fault to begin with, and Director Ma is being partial. How could Gu Tao possibly be made to bear the consequences?" Mu Xue argued reasonably.

"Who knows? Perhaps once you get busy, you won't feel anything anymore. As for the sense of belonging you mentioned, I think I've already forgotten what that feels like," Lu Yaocheng said helplessly.

Everyone who went to the scene prayed silently in their hearts that this abandoned factory was indeed Yao Zhaorong's hiding place.

"No need. Through it, I might be able to cross space and time to directly peer into the memories of the Golden Beetle itself. Didn't you say it is heavily injured? Perhaps this is my chance!" It turned out Qiu Feng had his own plan all along. While others took advantage of your illness to kill you, Qiu Feng took advantage of your illness to take your memories.

Qiu Feng grabbed the python's tail and scrambled directly onto its body. The python, however, did not immediately roll over to crush him. For one, it was currently severely injured, and even moving its massive body required gathering some strength; secondly, its tail was not its heaviest part, and the timing was not right.

Without waiting for Li Ang's reply, Dao Xuan strolled away leisurely, though his retreating figure carried a hint of desolation.

Being thoroughly familiar with the situation in the capital, she naturally knew all too well the kind of attention such a massive commotion would attract.

Man Bao carefully stored the items away. Since they were hard-earned, she decided to divide them into several sections upon returning—not only could they be cataloged for the Encyclopedia Pavilion, but she could also put them up on the forum.

Ji Kang—this name was a thorn in Lu Yaocheng's heart, pricking him every time it surfaced.

Chen Weikang was very calm at this moment. He knew that what was meant to come would eventually come. He returned to his living quarters and fished a wooden box out from under his bed. Blowing away the dust on top, he finally opened the wooden box.

One of the younger men in black suddenly wore a vacant expression, as if he had seen a ghost, and stepped backward, exposing his chest. Seizing the opportunity, Yang Songyun rapidly circulated his true qi and delivered a palm strike straight to the other man's chest, knocking him directly off the martial stage.

The road at the foot of the mountain was ultimately a two-lane concrete road sandwiched between two cliff walls, and the only exit was the blocked spot.

"Agent Hill," Nick Fury still wore an icy expression, as if keeping people at a thousand paces, his gaze carrying deep gravity.

Li Zhaoyuan remained unmoved, though the muscles on his face were somewhat stiff, and his body trembled involuntarily. After all, his opponent was a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, a vast chasm away from his own cultivation realm. The mere pressure of the opponent's spiritual power was enough to make it hard for him to breathe.

A sixteen-year-old youth, possessing the Candle Dragon Saber, mastering the Astral Needle, and defeating Xin Jiuyi's direct disciple Chu Zhi through a rare, top-grade martial arts technique.

This was a prolonged call. The phone rang a dozen times with the dialing tone, and just as Lin Zhiheng was about to give up, it was finally answered. To his surprise, he was greeted with a blunt, head-on remark that nearly choked him to death. The speaker's voice was somewhat hoarse, likely because he had been woken up halfway through his sleep, leaving his throat dry.

By evening, Dong Zhuo personally hosted a banquet for Lü Bu. Although the father and son exchanged cups and toasts, the atmosphere remained somewhat awkward.

After running back to Clear Water City for over twenty minutes, I first headed to the restaurant in Clear Water City. Restaurants here didn't actually serve much practical purpose; they were merely places for players to entertain themselves within the game. The food here actually tasted quite good, but it could not provide players with any feeling of fullness—it was purely for tasting.

"You will be my Iron Guard," 'Apocalypse' said with a flash in his eyes. He hadn't expected that even after his modifications, the 'Black Queen' would still be no match for the man before him. Joyful at heart, he had gained another capable subordinate.