27 Starchy Gravy Noodles

“Y-You, what’s wrong again?” Yu You was out of breath. He had used his ‘Fish Swim a Thousand Miles’ technique for this wretched fellow, which left him utterly drained—not only unable to channel his spiritual energy, but also completely devoid of strength, his whole body limp. Yet, the thing beneath him still stirred restlessly at some sensitive spot.

A Chao was no less formidable, throwing punches and kicks with solid precision—enemy-grappling moves one after another: left hooks, right hooks, upward and side strikes, side kicks, leg grabs, and throws… Although Lang was highly skilled in martial arts, he was momentarily unable to seize the upper hand.

Mo Ye’s spiritual power detected that Yan An was telling the truth, but he still felt there was something withheld. Everyone has their secrets; as long as they posed no harm to her, she didn’t mind.

He believed that if the Medicine Sovereign Realm were truly as miraculous as Fu Qingyang claimed, then upon entering it, the innate Heavenly Dao laws inside would still aid him in elevating his comprehension of the Great Wilderness’s laws.

“Does that mean he needs to think about the location of the secret scriptures, or perhaps use some ancestral secret technique to calculate it—maybe then he can figure it out,” she said.

Claudie appeared remarkably composed. She bowed to the court, saluted the jury, and then calmly fixed her gaze on Marloy, awaiting her interrogation.

From start to finish, Mo Ye remained silent, listening patiently and attentively, his full attention on Bail.

Pirlo, one of the world’s few outstanding organizational midfielders, had a clear approach to the game. His judgment during the match was accurate. As Chelsea gradually gained the advantage in the second half, Pirlo sought to control the ball.

At that moment, a voice echoed in Morning’s sea of consciousness—it was the sound of the Pangu Banner, explaining to Morning.

This Supreme Clarity talisman was a charm forged by the Old Master, not innate, but extraordinarily effective. Using this talisman as the focal point, one could set up the Two Poles Micro-Dust Sword Formation, integrating offense and defense, with power rivaling the three great killing formations of the prehistoric era. However, deploying this Two Poles Micro-Dust Sword Formation required preparation.

The host was chatting amicably with several German football legends, their topic the upcoming Champions League knockout draw.

Yet, Yoon Won-do seemed oblivious to Jung Jae-ho’s words, his eyes locked fiercely on Kong Yoo-gi, his gaze piercing.

That was indeed the case. His eyes were filled with restless frustration. Although he often made you impulsive, he had never deceived you. He hoped for a good relationship between you, wishing for harmony to avoid ending up utterly bewildered.

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Princess Shu Ning, a royal of the highest status, was treated like a caged bird, subdued and obedient, greeting concubines with a smile as if forgetting even the ancestral rules set down.

Number One saw Lin Yi’s expression shift repeatedly; she thought it was due to the treatment she had received and stepped forward to ask.

Just then, Zi Yun rushed over, saying Zhao He was searching for her in the front yard. Yang Xu was confused, and upon meeting, Zhao He’s voice quivered, “Uncle Liu, the authorities want to transfer me.” He then thrust the transfer order in front of Yang Xu’s eyes.

Lin Yi observed all this and noticed that Old Zhou was still respected, and this Lin Cheng didn’t seem an ordinary person either. Judging by his appearance, he must have an extraordinary background.

Though He Chonghuan was rather talkative, many things were unsuitable to be said in front of outsiders. Yang Gu, truly the worm in He Chonghuan’s belly, after a few drinks and becoming familiar with the teacher, pulled him next door for tea. The teacher, no fool, understood the situation and followed Yang Gu out.

Pan Zhen’an thought he had misheard, but seeing that the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dish on the table remained untouched, still as it was when served, he was convinced.

He hadn’t expected such a story and was surprised, but it seemed inconsequential.

Han You propped his head up, staring motionless at the calm hall’s interface, his mind beginning to ponder.

The final number startled him. Although his arithmetic was poor, he understood the magnitude of that figure.

Liu Ying’s body was frail, yet her emotions were intense. Clearly, her memories still lingered at the moment before the incident—she remembered her husband being struck and thrown by the speeding car! Upon waking, her first concern was her husband’s condition.

No matter how one looked at it, perhaps this was fate, bringing them together at the most fitting time and place.

Zhang Shoubei, once proud and triumphant, was now a broken shell, locked in a prison wagon, stripped naked and covered in wounds—evidence of the severe torture he endured the night before.

As she sat in confusion, the door slammed shut with a heavy bang. Lying on the bed, tears streamed down her face, yet she dared not cry out loud, fearing to disturb the child. This suppression only deepened her anguish.

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Chen Bo looked at her, somewhat surprised. Clearly, there was some reason behind her reaction.

The man behind placed both hands flat at his sides. As his hands moved, Qian Xi closed her eyes tightly and swayed left and right in sync, walking toward the distance.

“All right, any objections to what I just said?” the officer asked.

Entering the second level, the monsters caused dizziness. A vast crowd of beasts stood there as if unseeing of us, majestic and imposing. Some held knives, some swords, some bows.

After speaking, everyone laughed. Zhou Bao and Wang Tong then issued orders for Garrison Camp One to accompany General Niu to incorporate the Shu forces, while this side assembled.

“I’ll look into it tomorrow; you don’t need to worry,” the bald sea captain said, glaring. “How can you just fix these damn brats? That’s where you should focus. Once tonight passes, I’m out of here. The consequences are yours.” With that, he gulped down another mouthful of wine.

When Wu Ruirui saw her results, she could hardly believe her eyes. Such scores were astonishing—even if only for a moment.

The special operations team surrounded the fighter jets, every soldier wielding a laser pistol, stepping lightly as they closed in.

Huo Lin said calmly and then turned away, undeterred by this failure shaking his resolve.

All humans and demons gathered near the headquarters of the Thunder Crane Trading Company, awaiting the senior executives’ appearance, their faces etched with impatience.