49 Grayling

"Nothing else matters! Send all the soldiers up there, and even if it kills us, we cannot let them break through!" Thomas yelled at the top of his lungs.

This tactic did indeed work on Strange. Although Strange could vaguely guess that Goofy just wanted to give him a bit of motivation, he could tell that Goofy truly had no good way of dealing with higher-dimensional beings; in this regard, he was not lying.

The Space Stone and the Mind Stone—these were the spoils of the Illuminati after Loki's invasion of New York.

"Uh, yes, Mr. Gu." With that, Fu Yao began struggling to drag the suitcase. Gu Tingjun just watched from the side, with no intention of lending a hand.

Someone was calling my name. It was clearly different from just a moment ago, yet it made me feel a genuine existence.

But Tony Stark did not give it that chance. The particle beam from his suit's palm blasted precisely at the missile, detonating it prematurely in mid-air.

Waking up the next morning, before even stepping out of the room, she heard the familiar system chime ringing in her ears—forcibly repatriating the harem of Dihua.

This feeling seemed somewhat familiar, yet extremely vague and hazy. The moment you tried to get closer, that feeling would vanish completely! It allowed you to vaguely sense its existence, yet you could neither approach it nor see it clearly.

Hearing this, the entire class was struck with horror. Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with despair.

Lin Yu gave her a look of exasperation, lifting his foot to chase after the person, only to be grabbed by Lin Qing.

"Defense is not a solution after all. Finding the Nightmare Master and eliminating him is the only once-and-for-all method," Princess Doris suggested.

Qin Moyu smiled and said, "I was merely helping Elder Ye Nan dispose of some people; how would I have the money to buy the Seven-Colored Longevity Fruit? Have you not noticed that there are now only four people bidding?" At his words, the other three took note of the situation and silently nodded in agreement.

Zhong Yao furrowed her brows. Knowing that she was merely putting up a strong front and growing anxious, Zhao Jian cared no longer whether he would expose himself. With a flick of his hand, he produced three silver needles, thrusting them directly into the soles of her feet, and then inserted three more.

Zhang Cuishan was a man who loved tranquility and ease, disliking grand and empty talk. During the meal, unlike other men, he did not talk boastfully to show off, nor did he painstakingly try to flatter Li Li, maintaining his usual composed and leisurely demeanor.

Xiao Yu's heart was an utter mess. She desperately wanted to go find Chen Wei and ask him clearly what on earth was going on.

Watching Guchen and the others leave the area, Qi Yun frowned deeply. Glancing around his surroundings, he remained silent.

"Are you all fools? Don't you realize that aside from the fruit, other parts of the plant might be even more precious?" Take this "Earth Marrow Tree," for instance—a plant capable of growing in such a place has treasures in its bark, let alone its fruit and leaves.

Super-high-temperature, high-pressure steam is far more dangerous than boiling water. Moreover, because water vapor consists of micro-droplets, it can be easily inhaled into the lungs, where the scorching steam will inevitably ravage the respiratory organs, ultimately causing death by asphyxiation due to suffocation.

From the woods, two ferocious-looking figures slowly emerged, both appearing to be in their thirties, dressed in gaudy, bizarre clothing.

Having succeeded in his initial strike, Qin Yuan felt entirely at ease, his tension instantly swept away. Wielding the Halberd of Heavenly Demarcation with mighty sweeps, he executed the "Nine Fathoms" halberd technique with roaring might and unstoppable ferocity.

Damn it, his purple bracelet had indeed been dropped here, but since it was right under someone's pillow, how was he supposed to retrieve it?

Ouch! Facing such an attitude, Yun Moyu's brows could pinch a fly to death. As the old saying goes, a dog cannot stop eating feces; had Xia Rong truly changed? Puzzled, Yun Moyu turned and headed upstairs, a chill creeping up her back that involuntarily made the soles of her feet cold and her entire body deeply uncomfortable.

"Where is the cat? Where did the cat go? Could it be that damned cat didn't show up for disaster relief this time?" A young man's voice came from outside.

"Anyway, there's no way he can beat Brother Liang, so what has it got to do with me? Three spirit stones, take it or leave it," Yun Feibai said disdainfully as he haggled.

Lin Liang chimed in opportunely, "Fourth brother, perform well; Father's anger has probably subsided by now!" With that, he led Madam Chen into the house.

The two searched for a while and managed to find some flammable materials—some unknown oil and a bit of firewood—yet Chencheng could not find anything to start a fire with.

Yue Yi had been pondering how people in this world would interpret the animated film *My Neighbor Totoro*.

Lin Youran called out to him a few times before finally snapping him back to reality, though she suspected in her heart that this man must be plotting various ways to prank her.

Following Team Leader Meng's ambiguous and vague admission, a heavy silence fell over the room.

Unable to hold back anymore, her tears streamed down uncontrollably. Yun Moyu hauled her out, and after a moment to steady herself, Gao Tingting managed to stand up. Both of them were covered in injuries from head to toe.

In that case, these tendrils acted more like circuit pathways connecting the crystal to other locations. When the circuits were blown apart, abnormalities manifested on this end.

He seemed to sense my pause and gently bit my lip. My teeth trembled, nearly biting him in return. Tremors of lingering tenderness swept over my body in waves.

Under these circumstances, he still had a chance at exoneration. Had he fled, it would have been tantamount to confessing his guilt while implicating others.

"This is easily done. I'll just kill her," Long Qianyin said with an open gesture, preparing to slay Fenji.

"You are no match for him either. Leave him to me." Just as the impoverished man took a step forward, holding the Blade of Judgment horizontally across his chest, he suddenly felt a slap on his left shoulder, followed by a figure shifting from behind him right into his field of view.

Duan Xuchu picked up the spoon, took a bite, and swallowed slowly. At that moment, he suddenly felt this was the sweetest bowl of porridge he had ever eaten in his life.