Chapter 49: The Burned Paper Figurine

"Who among you has a lighter?"
Liang Yi asked the few players who were trying to hold their heads high and avoid making eye contact with the NPCs.
"I don't."
"I don't have one either."
Hearing this, Liang Yi decisively opened the game interface and posted a request in the [Trading] section.
[Player 2010 initiated a trade: Anyone with a lighter or matches, urgently needed.]
In less than a minute, several players sent private messages to Liang Yi, indicating that they could...

All the glass in the buildings of the Duchenghao Restaurant was shattered, and the entire building shook three times, frightening the guests inside so much that they scrambled out of the building regardless of everything.
Miao Miao struck hard, ruthlessly, and decisively; the back of her right ankle was pierced by a sharp blade.
Beside the altar stood a stone tablet. Chen Xing stepped closer to inspect it; the tablet looked incomplete, forcibly shattered by some mysterious force, leaving only the lower half.
"How can you call this stirring up trouble? I am simply following the rules." Chen Xing shook his head, firmly refusing to admit it.
This was merely an aftershock. If one were to take even half a direct hit from a powerhouse who had broken through the heavens, likely the entire giant city would be razed to the ground.

Sun Qing was momentarily speechless. It seemed she had still underestimated the local business environment in Senbei. Led by Santai Finance, the corporate appetite here was extraordinarily large.
Over this past month, Cheng Yinuo had helped her more than enough, even paying her thirty million directly without looking at the painting—what level of trust was this?
As they spoke, they reached the mouth of the alley. Turning her head, she saw all her friends, business partners, and a few people in military uniforms standing nearby.
If you can accurately portray a series of scenes to make characters authentic and credible, they carry out their daily work within their own nationalized realms of vision, hearing, smell, touch, and taste. —Ruvell Spencer.
It was extremely strange that there wasn't a single ditch in this entire village. However, strange as it was, perhaps the entire village simply disliked dogs, or maybe the village found dogs too noisy and preferred peace and quiet. Best to just keep moving forward.
Although it was very difficult to land a hit, once it connected, the effect would be quite gratifying, which was rather pleasing.
"Let's make it the day after tomorrow!" Li Shimin did not explicitly state what the grain would be used for, and Li Shentong did not ask either.
Jiuer swung her long saber with all her might, preventing anyone from getting close, her footsteps growing increasingly light and airy. Once she made it out the front gate, she would finally be able to catch her breath.
Emperor Dylight was currently summoning the major electors and the Pope to discuss countering the southward invasion of the Desert people.
Although Luo Haochen spoke of Luo Haoning in this manner, his inner thoughts were quite different, and he was secretly chuckling to himself.
As soon as these words were spoken, the previously lively atmosphere instantly chilled, and everyone obediently sat back in their seats. But Lü Shi and Guotianshen both cast their gazes toward Zhao Dahai.
Suddenly, a warmth fell upon her shoulders as a large palm gripped her shoulder blades, accompanied by a faint scent of pine drawing near. She knew who it was without even turning her head.

"To annihilate you, you beasts!" The six members of the Azure Dragon roared hoarsely. Under the pressure of the powerful aura, the veins on their bodies bulged like coiling dragons as they rapidly charged toward the massive snow eagle ahead.
The Day Tiger he unleashed directly stirred the air in that instant, erupting with an incomparably terrifying airflow.
Even in the future, whenever he encountered enemies, he could righteously credit his achievements to Zoro.
The Master of Heaven gave a nod, somewhat surprised that Marshal Tianpeng possessed such profound knowledge.
Qin Hao felt that even if Shen Feis reasoning had some merit, he was not an architectural designer, and the final decision rested on what Kang Deshou would say—would this really work?
Throwing the needle in his hand onto the wooden bed without a single superfluous word, he turned around and walked away directly.
As he spoke, Xu Jing lowered his head and began to read intently, while Song Yan also peeked along from the side, watching quietly.
Having just exchanged blows with Solo, although he failed to touch his opponent, he sensed a powerful force of aura entwined around Solo's body.