Cold Rice Noodles, Iced Watermelon

I stared at Yang Baikun with a look of disdain, though I was extremely nervous inside and was merely finding words to alleviate the pressure.

The butcher was also taken aback. With a flick of his cleaver, a blood-red defensive shield materialized. The laser sword pierced in about half a centimeter before getting jammed and rendered completely motionless.

"But I..." An Ruchu tried to continue, but Mo Chen shoved a piece of watermelon into her mouth, forcing her to swallow all her remaining words.

With a sharp crash of Qianye Shunming's cup, everyone's attention instantly shifted toward him.

Regardless of how much he already knew, An Ruchu could only pretend nothing was amiss and speak casually, treating everything as if it had never happened.

According to Scarlett, ever since they met, Diesel had been calling and texting her from time to time, inviting her out for dinner or shopping. However, because Wang Xuanyuan was busy with filming at the time, Scarlett had not mentioned it to him.

"What do we do now?" Yuan Yuan asked helplessly, having not the slightest clue.

"Damned? I don't know how many people have said that to me. Yet aren't I still living quite well? As for those who spoke these words, their souls have all been collected into my banner to become a part of the Soul-Devouring Banner. Naturally, you will be no exception," Chen Ke sneered mockingly.

Passing this matter off onto Wang Yue was a decision made by Yang Fu after consulting with Shang Ming. Firstly, Wang Yue held military power, occupied a high and influential position, and was on good terms with Wang Zhi, posing a severe threat to Shang Ming; secondly, to conceal Yang Fu's true identity, he had to go to great lengths to avoid Wang Yue, and even drive a wedge between them so they would no longer associate with each other.

"Who is it?" Long Ji was highly alert, but he knew it couldn't be those invisible ghosts—these were the traces of a human! "Who could it be?" Long Ji wondered, yet he dared not lower his guard. He clenched his fists tightly.

Lin Hong finished drinking her tea, thinking to herself, *If spit lands on me, the one who feels disgusted is me. Do you think I'll just wipe it off because you tell me to? Not a chance.*

Looking at the familiar room, fragmented memories surged into her mind, but she knew this was not the time to dwell on such things. Their time was tight, and they simply needed to find a foothold for now to conveniently discuss their future plans.

She felt the other person reach out and brush across her face, peeling away her charred skin.

Given the opportunity, these people would rise in fierce rebellion. For the Iron-Blood Cavalry, that would outweigh the gains; if matters truly reached that stage, the losses for the Iron-Blood Cavalry would likely be immense. Fortunately, Zhang Lin had made up for some of it.

It was evident that Boss Dong held great care for Master Zhang II; the furniture in the living room was custom-made, and that sofa was practically as wide as a bed.

Clearly startled in a way that completely clashed with his usual demeanor, had it not been for the surrounding scenery, Zhao Zilong would have thought he had run into a madman upon hearing that man mutter to himself.

Only Tianchen was unconscious at the moment. As soon as the teleportation was complete, he collapsed straight to the ground, motionless.

"The turn of events is indeed somewhat coincidental," Zhao Zengyuan recounted under Rong Liang's signal. "After we arrived at the Songyuan City Public Security Bureau to state our purpose, they had, of course, already received the notice for assisting in the investigation of Zeng诚 long ago. Therefore, they had proactively conducted extensive preliminary mapping around Zeng誠's potential connections in Songyuan City."

He reached behind Caesar, drew Caesar's golden handgun, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and then suddenly opened fire.

A flurry of various voices assaulted them simultaneously. With a large group of people from both inside and outside offering all sorts of persuasion, they finally managed to talk some sense into this big boss.

Li Dongyang and the people of the Xinglin Hall were ecstatic by this point, still unable to believe that all of this was real.

Since Gongsun Du had already resolved to fight to the death, he naturally paid no mind to Zhao Yun's critical strike, recklessly swinging his own blade as well, intending to engage in a mutually destructive, do-or-die clash with Zhao Yun.

Seeing this, Celestial Master Zhang drew his sword with his right hand and retrieved a talisman with his left. As the withered ghost approached, Celestial Master Zhang chanted an incantation and slapped the yellow talisman directly onto the withered ghost.

Upon seeing that even a junior like Gongsun Kang dared to bare his teeth at him, Tadu's face instantly drooped, and he snapped back with a harsh and unkind tone.

Just as the voice faded, a figure suddenly materialized in the darkness, acknowledged Feng Yuewai with a "Yes," unlocked the gates of the Pear Garden, handed the keys to Feng Yuewai, and then melted back into the shadows.

While Wang Fuguiz was fighting furiously, he suddenly felt an icy chill wash over him and a surge of unease. Recalling the warning Ye Bugui had given him beforehand, he hurriedly rolled sideways.

Lin Kuang glanced sideways once more, suddenly catching sight of an immensely massive puppet beast. This puppet beast was clearly modeled after a monstrous beast, colossal in size, resting there like a giant gorilla.

On the spectator stands surrounding the grand hall plaza, the heads of various clans, elders, and stewards were pointing at the scene on the arena, discussing the preliminary trials in animated tones.

Principal Weng was secretly delighted. Calling Zhou Lu a guest professor was merely an excuse made in a moment of panic, but unexpectedly, Zhou Lu demonstrated astonishing psychological talent on the spot. With this capability, becoming a guest professor of psychology was more than enough.

Ai Qi was quite angry, but she had no time to deal with Qi Hao right now; she still needed to finalize matters with Qin Yue first.

The lead brother turned his head to look, and instantly scared out of his wits, he hurriedly called for his brothers to retreat, but it was already a bit too late.

Qin Ming's subsequent question was also just a polite formality. He was extremely reluctant to modify a finalized song, and furthermore, he was quite satisfied with this theme song, seeing no need for any alterations.

Upon hearing this order, the gunners, whose nerves were already taut, reflexively thrust their torches forward, causing the fuses to sizzle instantly. In the blink of an eye, a flash of fire erupted, the cannon barrels shuddered, and amidst a thunderous roar, cannonballs flew straight down the city wall, landing squarely among the commoners and the Mongol army who had just entered the shooting range.

Cloud Dust himself was someone who deeply abhorred trouble. Therefore, he thought of his head teacher, Sun Dahai, and asked Sun Dahai to help cover for him regarding his truancy.

Far away, swords soared high into the sky. With everything fully prepared, the starport was currently a sea of figures. The massive starport docks were filled with disciples of the Nine Peaks Sect. The arched interstellar ports of the bright moon were lined with towering sailing ships docked along the shores—kept in reserve to maintain primitive propulsion in case of any emergency needs.

Directing his breath with his mind, his vital energy struck out with the palm of his hand, hitting a pine tree a dozen paces away with a loud "bang." The bowl-thick pine tree was struck with wood chips flying everywhere; its trunk shook, and pine needles rained down in a rustling shower. Although his physical strength had not visibly increased, the genuine qi in his strikes had gained a touch of gentleness and refinement, and his meridians no longer burned with a scorching sensation.