Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Patient with a Stomachache

"Ye Cheng, if you didn't win, it's fine. Let's stop playing," Su Chan smiled comfortingly at Ye Cheng.

"Don't be so hasty, Su Chan. Take a closer look at those three dolls," Ye Cheng replied, still calm and collected, even as everyone assumed he had failed. Instead of panicking, he smiled and gently pulled...

The Golden Dragon War Vehicle measured ten meters long and over four meters wide. The entire body gleamed with a black metallic sheen, but upon closer inspection, beneath the dark exterior lay densely woven golden patterns, as intricate as dragon scales.

"Wait for me to return, and I’ll give you a proper kiss," He Liu Hun said as he pulled her close, planting a kiss on her soft, white earlobe, making Zhao Jun melt in his arms.

Huo Ziyin was certain that, with such strict security, even a top-tier Martial Emperor would be discovered instantly.

Only Ye Hongchen and Xie Xuanye, who watched Yuanchen enter the Tower of Souls today, knew who was currently inside facing the challenge.

Long-winded, yet warm. Li Muye listened quietly, nodding in agreement as he worked. His hands moved swiftly, slicing the sashimi and preparing the lobster for the steamer.

Unlike all ancient Japanese Go masters, Wu Qingyuan, after sixteen years of grueling Ten-Game matches, had grasped the spirit of “balance” both in life and in the philosophy of Go.

At this moment, to still be so clear-headed and even come to offer a toast—impressive. He Liu Hun could only humbly decline.

"Mingyue, isn't it a bit early? What if Old Ghost Huai hasn't arrived yet?" A Zhu spoke with concern.

As everyone prepared for battle, Li Maogong had already begun quietly studying his escape route.

But after locking eyes with Xiao Yating for a second, she wisely chose a delaying tactic, for in Xiao Yating’s gaze, she saw nothing but stubbornness.

Because of this, the Qin family’s birthday celebration was especially grand this year, with an unprecedented turnout.

At first, he thought Yang Hao was simply a monster with impossible combat prowess, for after Lao Hei’s investigation, it was clear that Donghai’s Old Zhuang wasn't lying.

The domain of mountain bandits had been destroyed, and he had successfully advanced to the innate stage, perfectly completing the Azure Dragon Guard's training.

As Su Mi guessed, once the true form of Pangu materialized, the entire space began to undergo massive upheaval.

Yang Yi now worried that the Crown Prince Wuqie and Crown Prince Xiaoyao might be jealous enough to try to snatch it from him.

Ferocious sword dragons charged forward, their swords sweeping across the battlefield, scattering the bandit elite in an instant.

Mother Liu was full of hope for the treatment as well—her condition had visibly improved over the past two days, her complexion much better and her spirits higher than before.

Just then, several Mongol generals rushed in through the broken wall. None of them were pushovers; all had fought in the war to destroy the Song, each a battle-hardened veteran.

"Thank you, Governor Jubel. I'll try to think of a solution..." Betty's expression was grim, knowing her companion Frostwolf was unlikely to return anytime soon.

Bear in mind, Xu Kun's contract with the company was quite lenient. If Xu Kun truly wanted to terminate it by force, the company would have no recourse.

Shen Jiang sat in her room all night; who knows what tricks he might pull—installing surveillance somewhere, or placing a listening device in her phone.

As a specialist, Dr. Feng could only watch his wife suffer in bed, powerless to help. The feeling in his heart was beyond words.

Japan ranked first, Korea second, Australia third, Iran fourth, Qatar fifth, Saudi Arabia sixth, UAE seventh, and Iraq eighth.