Volume One, Chapter 107: Fortune Favors the Bold

Zhang Weidong sat at a corner table in Li Chun’s Mutton Restaurant, ordering several dishes and two bottles of wine.

It was still early, before mealtime, and there were no other customers inside. The owner brought Zhang the food and wine, then went to the back room to take a nap on a chair.

Soon after, Ma Jun entered the restaurant with Qiu Gua, looking around nervously. Spotting Zhang Weidong, he quickly came over and sat down.

Zhang Weidong picked up a pack of Red Pagoda Mountain cigarettes from the table and handed it to Qiu Gua.

In the end, through Sun Chong’s words, Leng Yan was painted as a nobody—a so-called immortal who was not only insignificant but whose character was described as dubious and improper.

After busily preparing breakfast, the shop opened before seven o’clock. Just minutes after opening, several customers flocked to Lao Wang’s breakfast stall.

“Perhaps they have their own thoughts; unworthy masters have no right to command them,” the scarecrow nodded gently.

After the match began, Freiburg fans realized that all their enthusiasm and expectations had been worthwhile.

“Come in.” Those inside showed no hesitation about what they were doing and immediately allowed the waiter to enter.

Timoshchuk was the first to pass the ball. This time, Yu Hui dared not be careless; upon receiving the ball, he immediately fed it to Maijiang up front.

Wang Renfeng’s death caused a huge uproar across the federal network. Jiang Anqi, as the biggest beneficiary, was instantly thrust into the eye of the storm.

Introduction: The Sacred Tree absorbs the surrounding free energy, condensing it into an essence. The people of Longyin Village extract this essence using secret techniques.

Thud, thud, thud—before long, an entire side street was completely sealed off by hundreds of cultivators clad in blue robes.

“What news?” Emperor Chen had forced himself to stay calm for a long time but still couldn’t settle his nerves.

After impatiently waiting for ten minutes, the phone rang again. He hurriedly answered; it was still CC calling, presumably having already communicated with Mi Cai.

“Brother Tu, the heavenly secret must not be revealed. Although our souls are about to disperse, we cannot become sinners.” Before Tu Qiang could finish, Hong Peijiang interrupted urgently.

Jiang Dong followed closely behind, the black flame blazing fiercely, dispelling the surrounding corpse aura. Some people were truly insidious—such a concentration of corpse aura was already hard to endure, and with the termite attacks, even more would perish, instantly reducing the competition.

What seemed like simple information took a full five years to gather, costing the lives of countless outstanding spies during that time.

Though called the River God Temple, it bore no resemblance to a temple—only a half-meter-high stove stood before the gate. The stove was filled with a pile of indistinct earth or ash. Clearly, very few came here to worship; it seemed abandoned and forgotten.

With both red and blue buffs in hand, Mu Jing began to relentlessly harass the opposing Poppy. Except for the crucial E skill, all Q and W skills were used to wear down the enemy Poppy.

“Daddy, I’ll get the cake.” Chen Chen, barely reaching Li Bai’s elbow in height, was already eager to grab the cake box.

She wore thin pajamas and stood alone on the rooftop, buffeted by the cold wind, looking as fragile as a willow in the breeze, ready to collapse at any moment.

Two paladins bound Vanessa and called others to handle everything. Only then did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Yasuo’s ultimate, Last Breath, followed by a swift auto-attack and Q skill, instantly killed the Barrel upon landing, though he was pushed back a short distance by the Barrel’s death ult.

Aside from the Ximen family elder undergoing tribulation who was entangled and beaten by Bailinger’s clone, as the other forty-three tribulation elders once again surged into the Tianfu Divine Transformation team, suddenly, a powerful, warping aura twisted the entire battlefield’s void, descending forcefully from the void itself.