Chapter 128: The Smiling Tiger

"Mmm! This cake is so delicious!"

At the banquet, in a corner.

Ye Wan'er, her mouth smeared with cream from the cake, glanced at the sulking Su Luoxue and said bluntly, "Sister Su, it's not that I'm being mean, but if we're talking about martial prowess or cultivation, a hundred Sister Chus wouldn't be a match for you!"

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"The underground is the most likely spot, but we cannot abandon our investigation of the surface. Focus on that; in any case, the more detailed our understanding of the situation inside, the better," Li Siming said without looking up.

The lava giant roared in fury, ignoring the molten lava that gushed like blood from its chest, struggling desperately to resist the power of the Great Banishment Spell.

Their cultivation relied on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the morning dew of flower valleys; how could there be someone like Yu Qi, a monster who actually survived by consuming ghosts?

Perhaps influenced by the Empire's obedient and decisive military style, the Great American Federation citizens, who were naturally laid-back and unrestrained, and the scientists who valued truth above all else, actually had a moment of efficiency and decisiveness! Upon learning that Aio was looking for him, Eric immediately left the crew quarters and headed for the ship's bridge, one of the Empire's hubs.

He happened to run into Zhang Yingqiu, who was idling about with nothing to do at home. He had come to talk to his brother about going home for the New Year.

Coming to find them was merely a final act of goodwill. After all, he was the one who had created these things in the first place. Aio just wanted to wrap things up properly, but he wouldn't make promises he couldn't keep just to end up with a burden to support.

The lecherous dragon couldn't help but let out a string of curses; this nurse was clearly throwing herself at him.

But I ignored him, manifesting my wings and flying back to Qinghai City. The Night of a Hundred Ghosts—that was something I had always wanted to eradicate.

Those few who had survived in the Nine Palaces of the Sword Saint until now had all become the most powerful existences within the Nine Palaces.

Cui Daocheng and Huangfu Rui accepted the orders, broke away from the main force, and headed in the direction of what would later be known as Ordos.

Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao had thought a great deal, and their plans were very rosy, but they had only considered their own martial prowess and ignored the two figures charging toward them! Naturally, since Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao had never encountered Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, they could have racked their brains forever and still not realized how dangerous the two were.

On the seventh day of the eighth lunar month, the ticket price was eight thousand guan. The audience cursed to the heavens, but the vast majority of those in line gritted their teeth and bought their tickets. Alas, they had stood in line for a day and a night; could they really return empty-handed?

In Zhao Pu's view, besides the "War-Induced Population Reduction Method," overseas immigration could also alleviate China's demographic pressure.

During the afternoon match, Mikoto vented all her pent-up frustration on the arena. Lightning raged, explosions rang out incessantly, and countless people were caught in the crossfire; the scene was truly too gruesome to witness.

What filled Liu Tianhao's vision was not just the history that had once unfolded on the land of China, but the history of surrounding nations, and even the historical shifts of the entire Earth, all traced back through the passage of time.

Zhang Biwu, Hou Zheng, and Huang Qi arrived at the former residence of Ma Xianglan. Hou Zheng recounted an anecdote about her.

Seeing that Wang Yun had composed four songs for her and Lisa, Xin Si-Tia was afraid he truly wouldn't have time to prepare a work for her.

If it were S-rank, it would be a bit too weak, and the angels created could absolutely not be this strong. At the very least, I do not currently possess the ability to create such angels.

Taishi Kun shoved the Diamond Sutra into his tunic, yelled, "Got it, let's blow this joint!" and immediately found a nearby window, smashed it with a punch, vaulted over the sill, and took off running.

Watching from the side, Wolf Howl and Night Rose both changed expressions as they fixed their gazes upon that figure.