66 Cultural Innovation Street

“Weren’t you the one who told us to protect him?” The Azure Bull Python widened its eyes, recounting what had happened back then.

A strange emotion welled up in his mind—anger, destruction, and an unbridled desire for slaughter.

During the drawing of lots, Xia Feng saw Skadi, but Skadi seemed not to notice him, or perhaps had simply forgotten him altogether.

If someone promises to help you make a fortune, it doesn’t necessarily mean he’s your true friend; it could also mean he’s using you, or perhaps you’re using each other.

Huang Han still remembers how that room was thick with smoke, dozens of people huddled around a nine-inch black-and-white television.

When it stomped down, over a hundred local creatures and dozens of cultivators perished instantly.

He had spent quite some time with Mi Lele and had come to understand some of her ways. When Mi Lele had made up her mind, her words would always be brief. The shorter her words, the firmer her resolve, and the less likely it was to change.

Two years later, her breath was ragged, her cultivation fluctuating and now reduced to the late Transcendence stage, as she swept across the vast starry sky.

It wasn’t a time machine, nor a leap through space-time, but a reversal—a rewind of time. Xia Feng was neither a scientist nor a theologian, but he was certain that the Underworld River possessed no such power.

The competition was organized by grade: first the finals for the first grade, then the second, and so on, ending with the sixth grade.

On the way up the mountain, Ling Tian received a text from Xu Lianqing. At that moment, Xu Lianqing was only a few minutes away. Ling Tian waited a while, and Xu Lianqing, dressed in outdoor sportswear, raced over on a motorcycle. The Grand Elder, not knowing they were acquainted, immediately sent someone to intercept her.

Later, sensing that the Qin dynasty would fall, Faxian had no choice but to go to Luoyang, where he is now a renowned monk in the central plains.

If one doesn’t breathe for over a dozen seconds, it’s unbearable; switching to mouth breathing avoids suffocation.

If death were possible, Qin Tianqi would gladly accept it, for the pain and exhaustion he felt now were unbearable. Blood poured out in torrents, draining the strength from his body, and his lips were turning pale.

Yue Dieyi, the Gu clan, and Yue Qiubai all fixed their gaze on Yue Mengxin, and Prime Minister Yue recalled the terms he had made with her.

“What a useless look! Worst case, come back and be village chief. I’ll just go guard the company gate. My son’s the chairman; even as a gatekeeper, I’m no worse than a village chief,” Wu Zhongguo said boisterously.

“No, don’t kill me! Kill her, kill that wretch! I’m still young, I don’t want to die, please, big brother!” Ruan Ruhai’s face was ashen, desperately looking at Ye Huo, his eyes filled with despair. The terror of death shattered his spirit.

When Fengxing began its rise in China’s internet industry last year, he started paying attention to the company.

If not for the bodies of some Xianbei people seen along the way, no one would have guessed a battle had just ended here.

In decisions crucial to the fate of the nation, the Sultan cannot entirely veto the Elder Council’s “correct decisions.”

After Zhu Bing finished the interview, ordinarily such segments would air the next day or later. But tonight’s news had already been overwhelmed by a slew of interviews.

Though she too had been startled by Sima Jiao just now, she hadn’t experienced the extreme terror felt by Gui Ye.

No extra words were spoken; the accompanying photo showed Lu Fengchuan’s profile as he glanced at Ruan Ying, his lips slightly curved in a smile.

His gaze drifted out the window, as if recalling something; his cloudy eyes gradually grew brighter.

He had assumed Xiao Yu would surely disagree and prepared a four-page speech, but it proved unnecessary—the matter was resolved immediately.

The human city defense troops of Saikesh White Fort stormed into the inn with firearms, the sounds of gunfire and chaos quickly spreading.

Ruan Ying felt that explaining everything wasn’t so simple. She only briefly recounted how the Wen family had taken her in, leaving the details for another time, and told Lu Fengchuan to return home first so they could talk face to face.

Bullets whistled in rapid succession, striking down Japanese soldiers one after another, bodies falling backwards and increasing the casualties.

Cui Hao’s head throbbed with pain. He turned back to his tent for a sip of tea, but remembered the tea might be medicated and unsure if it had been swapped, so he prepared to return to his own quarters.

The sounds of flesh tearing and bones splintering continued relentlessly, drawing the attention of many around them.

Du Meixuan had no time to react and was immediately sealed by true essence and laws, slammed heavily to the ground.

“Hiss—what kind of flame is this?” Instantly, at this moment, everyone’s bodies recoiled wildly.

“Looks like we’ll need to ask Grandpa Huang, the stonemason from Bamboo Village, to make some stone slabs,” Zhao Yuan muttered.

Just as Tang Monk was bewildered, several monks appeared beside him, hands pressed together in solemn posture, lifting him up. Then, in a throng, they retreated like a tide alongside the hundred thousand Buddhist army.

Within the Star Terrace, the Seven Luminaries Sovereign tried to convince himself. Under Rong Ya’s gaze, a beam of condensed light slowly emerged from the right side of the Star Terrace.