33 Midnight

Take, for example, the Demon Lord, who, through his own efforts, revived the long-vanished demonic path and made it powerful once more, influencing the entire True Martial Continent.

Erhei and Qi Ci did not expect a young man to suddenly appear and successfully prevent the grenade from harming their companions. Both men looked toward where the grenade had landed, where a ten-foot-wide crater stood as a testament to the danger that had just passed.

Luo Cheng ignored him and turned his attention to the seven Divine Race members approaching them. Although their faces were different, this time he sensed something suspicious.

Li Dong pondered the scene for a moment, his face turning pale. His spirit and soul seemed completely frozen, his thoughts coming to a dead halt; he barely heard the rest of what Bai Tianfan said.

It was precisely because they knew this type of problem was her weakness, yet it was a mandatory question in the high school entrance exam mathematics test, that they specifically sought out such problems for her to practice whenever they created a test paper. Her previous results had been decent, but the twists and turns in this particular problem were truly numerous.

In the future, the massive invasion by the Jin forces would surely put the Southern Song Dynasty in peril once again. When that time came, the flames of war would reignite, and the common people would suffer from all sides.

The man in glasses stared fixedly to the side, his gaze falling upon Qiao Chuqing, Song Chuying, and Zhou Youhe—three beauties of distinct charms who were laughing and chatting with Song Yu. His eyes were filled with greed and lust.

Lunch was roast suckling pig, and after ordering beef for dinner, they began to wander around this area of over four hundred thousand square meters.

Since the Civil War, this was the first time the American mainland had been bombed by missiles, and the people who launched them turned out to be Americans themselves.

Just then, Ye Erniang suddenly shouted, "Kill his friend to distract him!" The three villains rushed over in unison.

Countless demonic cultivators cheered. Jun Wutian was their idol, and his actions were a massive boost to their morale.

This street was a densely populated area, often crowded with people rubbing shoulders, but strangely, within a radius of one or two meters around this person, there was not another soul to be found.

Yang Bao, who had once been ranked one hundredth in the inner sect and was now ranked one hundred and thirty-third, felt a secret chill. He had actually dared to challenge Master Bai Yan back then; his courage really hadn't been ordinary. Of course, Yang Bao also felt this was something he could brag about.

Qiu Xuan stood up and went to the painting, saying to himself, "I wonder which hero of the desert the Khan holds in such high regard as to hang him on the main wall of the reception hall?" Da Bu Shuiyun did not speak, merely observing closely.

After all, the relationship between the two had always been merely that of superior and subordinate, eventually becoming nothing more than friends; it had never developed into a romantic relationship.

As the final verdict was cast, Anping stood before a nameless monument. He raised his hand, using the strength to break gold, to engrave an epitaph for it, chronicling everything from their first meeting to their mutual understanding, and finally, their burial in the True Essence Fire Clouds.

The situation in Huainan was naturally not yet that dire. The governors of the various regions had all been promoted by Yang Xingmi himself. As long as Yang Xingmi was still present, their prestige was not enough to challenge him, and the only one qualified to do so, Tian Gui, had already been defeated and killed.

Erguotou—sixty-five-percent alcohol Erguotou—drinking two bottles at once; this wasn't just drinking alcohol, it was drinking one's life away. It was a reckless way to drink, at least as far as Zheng Qiu was concerned.

My heart skipped a beat. The Chief—could it be the Chief of the First Rank? The leader of the Huai Xia nation, a figure who had made monumental contributions to the overall development of Huai Xia! Both before and now, I have always held the current Chief in deep reverence.

"Damn it, stop looking at me like I'm a jenny mule, what are you getting so excited about?" Jiang Dong was completely bewildered, feeling goosebumps all over his body from the Golden Donkey's gaze.

Back home, while it was still light, Muxiang hurried to put cases on the three quilts and tidied up the courtyard. The heavy rain from a few days ago had washed away another section of the dilapidated wall. Muxiang thought about hiring someone to help rebuild the perimeter wall soon, so she wouldn't have to patch it up today only for it to collapse again tomorrow.

"What Gonghua Heavenly King? I've never heard of him. To dare call oneself a Heavenly King—he must be tired of living," Lei Xing said with great disdain.

Maneuvering to dodge the cannon shot from Yu Huan's Jayce, Mu Xian coordinated with Shang Moze's Ornn to kill the enemy Jarvan IV. However, Yu Huan, having activated the W skill "Supercharge," passed straight through the acceleration gate, switched to hammer form, and used the Q skill "To the Skies!" to leap directly onto Mu's face.

This boy was very handsome, his young, clean face carrying a faint air of clean detachment. Those beautiful eyes were always half-lidded, as if he were unwilling to look up at them.

Later on, he didn't even want to return to that dilapidated home. The mountain village was so rundown, nothing was convenient; he had to use a stove for heat, which could easily suffocate you, and the toilet facilities were inconvenient. In short, he had grown to dislike the place.

"Someone's coming!" Everyone looked toward the gate, where a figure was slowly walking toward them.

"He is very conservative, and my eldest brother, who is the next clan leader, is also very conservative. Their ways are cut from the same cloth, which is why I am worried," Miao Yuxuan sighed, looking a bit more solemn.

In an instant, the Lee Sin, following up with a second-stage Echoing Strike, cooperated with Poppy to pin Aatrox to the ground. However, the Aatrox, whose health bar had been emptied, did not die immediately; instead, he wrapped his blood-red wings around his curled-up body.

Wu Yong climbed over the wall using a scaling ladder and immediately transformed back into Liu Shaogen. In truth, Wu Yong hadn't wanted to keep shifting like this. Lately, he didn't know why, but he felt an aversion to the word "transformation." Unless it was an absolute necessity, he never wanted to transform easily.

"Cough... uh, after all this time, I still don't know who your husband is?" the Chief asked awkwardly. Indeed, how could someone who didn't even know the name of the woman's husband determine the truth? Seeing this, some might ask: how could people who lived together frequently not know each other?

If Cang Jiuyao remembered correctly, she had seen Tianyi's figure more than once, so he must indeed be Yue Junzheng's secret guard.

Although one could never rule out the existence of such reckless fools, Mu Yi always felt that Li Laoshi couldn't possibly be that unlucky.

"You... you're lying! My... my dad died a long time ago. I... I watched him be cremated," Qi Yi hid behind the door, stuttering. It wasn't as if people didn't return from the dead, but someone who had been cremated and then resurrected—one could only think of ghosts or monsters.

"Please answer my question directly!" Cang Jiuyao turned her head away, avoiding the hand Yue Junzheng reached out to straighten her hair.

In an instant, Yun Tu's heart was filled with dark emotions, which overwhelmed her completely within a few moments.