Harper’s Bazaar

“You’re eight hundred years too early to kill me!” Leng Ling shouted, drawing the Scarlet Flame Sword, summoning divine thunder from the heavens and earthfire from below.

Lin Miao closed her mouth, unwilling but resigned. She knew she was in no shape to help.

“No need to wait for the master—he’s got his own matters to attend to, and he might not return today,” Yan Huo said carelessly, his eyes still fixed on the table in the big kitchen.

“That’s right. The Undead Clan ignores physical attacks and most formations! Leng Ling, withdraw the formation, lest you trap Quan Shaohai and the others inside,” Li Tianbing said in a low voice.

“What do you mean, following me? Ha! If I needed people, do you think I’d be short of them?” Leng Ling chuckled.

Yu Yiran shrugged and gave a helpless smile. “Fine, I won’t press. I am older than you, after all. But look at you blushing! What are you thinking about? Have you gone astray? Hahaha…” He laughed triumphantly.

What exactly was the reason that, knowing Li Xue was not at the base, he could restrain himself from acting? Without Li Xue, the base’s defenses were much weaker.

The people now guarding the base gate had already been changed to members of the Ability Users’ Alliance this morning.

“How did I not think of this? Mu Mu must have been with Hao Hao last night,” Li Xue quickly turned to look in Hao Hao’s room, but Mu Mu was nowhere to be found.

Sure enough, Xin Huohuo gripped her bow again, and this time she felt something tangible in her palm: firm yet supple, cold and soft, able to transform at will. It felt as fluid and formless as water, yet whatever she pictured in her mind, it would become. But it was still a bow—never lacking strength.

Gao Shun and the others immediately grabbed the weapons scattered on the ground, while the rest picked up anything they could use, following Xia Feng as he charged out.

Qiu Bisang burst out laughing, pulled a cloak from the tattered bag slung over his shoulder, wrapped it around himself and dashed forward, crossing three miles in a flash and crashing into the place of soul-binding.

Ha Ha approached the corpse, but instead of looking down, he stared at the wide-open car door. After a few seconds, he leapt nimbly inside.

After the award ceremony, everyone began to disperse. The competition was over, and there was no reason to linger.

A woman of about twenty-six or twenty-seven burst from the divine light and stood firm. Her eyes were long and narrow, irises swirling with blue and violet, full of charm. Her pale purple hair flowed down in a cascade, and her close-fitting leather clothes exuded a wildness like golden flying rings.

“Break for me!” The Blood Blade instantly transformed into a giant ghost king over six meters tall, who leaped tens of meters, fist raised high, and smashed it down upon the shield formation.

Candle Jiuyin’s words were ruthlessly cold, devoid of mercy. Hou Tu, the Ancestor Witch, could only sigh inwardly, though she understood that Candle Jiuyin’s mercilessness was greatly advantageous to the Witch Tribe.

Yan Yun was shocked—this was the first person to die before his eyes. He had disliked her, but hadn’t wanted her to die so abruptly.

The Gongsun patriarch glared resentfully at Lin Qingxuan but still returned to Gongsun Wujiu’s side.

For the San Antonio Spurs, losing such a game was painful, but the real battle had just begun.

“So, do you want me to come over, or do you want your savior to show up? Make a decision, brother.” Sun An’s voice on the phone suddenly turned serious, like a cartoon protagonist striking a pose.

“No. Once the piece is placed, there’s no regret. Put it down—don’t touch it.” Bai Jun harshly criticized his brother-in-law, whose chess skills had not improved over the years.

By the usual price, a thousand yuan for a circuit board—even if one board could only manage one takeoff, a hundred thousand takeoffs would only be a million. Compared to the massive investments in technology and materials for energy storage devices and reactors, it was cost-effective.

Just as expected, when Chief Engineer Liao learned of the discovery of a new circuit, he said nothing more and, under Zeng Zigou’s leadership, drove overnight with Director Du and a platoon of soldiers to the city.

If he knew his nephew had grown up and was now seeking a master to learn skills, and was planning to challenge him in the future, even Bai couldn’t imagine how Yang Erlang would react to Cen Xiang.

“He, from your tone it sounds like you don’t agree with Paul. Does this have anything to do with his apparent flopping today?” The ESPN reporter asked what most of the others present wanted to know. Their organization was large enough not to shy away from sensitive topics.

“What are you doing?” Dr. Li’s eyes widened, nervously fixed on the tip of the scalpel. If the scalpel really cut into the stomach, he was ready to cover the wound with his hand and suture it immediately.

“General Angbai, aren’t you tired? Why not go take a nap?” the man with fatty liver said to the bearded General Angbai with a hint of flattery.

Qin Yunuo watched the grandfather and grandson head upstairs one after the other, and when he turned, he saw Jiyue looking his way.

“How could this be? How could this be? It seems my dream was real,” the bearded General Angbai murmured.

So, the “Ten Thousand Miles Without a Trace” talisman that Bai Gangan used before could also ignore the rules and enter and exit the secret realm.

“Yes, that’s the very Boss Ma. Today I brought you all here for two reasons: one was to eat, the other was to send him a signal. If he turns back from his path, all’s well. If he persists in his folly, I’ll have to kill him,” Elder Mo said coldly.

Zhang Kai took the papers, looked down, and saw that aside from the signatures, both sheets bore the same line: “If you have a dream, you must pursue it.”

The two arrived at the filming site. The crew had already completed all pre-shoot preparations and were making a final check—something Fang Yuan always required, to ensure there would be no safety hazards before they started filming.

Even gravely wounded and bleeding heavily, cultivators’ vitality was tenacious. Even in this state, one could hold on for quite some time.

They all knew that the Qi family had abandoned Lin Xuan in favor of an alliance with the Bai family, and that Lin Xuan bore a deep grudge.

Niu Mang had double pupils that saw through to the essence. From the first exchange he knew something was wrong—the opponent was not only a whole realm above him, but also an absolute genius, someone who could fight across multiple levels just like them.