Volume 1, Chapter 44: Who is Going to Keep an Eye on This Despicable Pair

Looking at the phone screen glowing with a green light in the dark, I wanted to ignore it, but couldn't bring myself to be that heartless. So, I simply switched on the desk lamp, threw a coat over my shoulders, and grabbed the phone to take a look.

From their perspective, although the appearance of the black bear was ill-timed, it would do no harm to go down immediately.

Thinking of this, Mu Bai picked up his phone, opened QQ to message Xu Jinhrain once more, and then slowly drove the car out of the hotel.

For instance, in this Yanxu trial, cultivators from the Divine Province didn't even deign to give it a glance, let alone send their heirs to participate.

As Zhao Bingyan spoke with such excitement, she leaned forward slightly to look at me. Tears were already brimming in her eyes, and her face was flushed with emotion. Her delicate lips parted and closed, making her breath slightly shallow.

Therefore, Sora Iwamoto prepared to make a statement and humble both the old Black and the Chinese team at the ten-thousand-dollar challenge match.

Having superpowers doesn't mean someone's brain is as messed up as Iron Dog's, right? Having superpowers and turning into a mental case are two different things! Why is this guy always talking nonsense and communicating with deities? Why doesn't he claim that God appeared to him in a dream?

I tossed the sticky note aside, turned on the computer, organized the documents on my desk into a logical sequence, and then rapidly tackled them in order of urgency and importance.

However, compared to the clanking sound of immortal armor as the entire army marched, this slight noise was practically negligible.

After all, her tolerance for alcohol was just as poor as her drinking manners. After a glass or two, her head began to spin, and she became much more talkative.

The further one went, the lower the danger index. Of course, this "low" was relative to the zones ranked ahead of it.

"Mom just wants us to sleep. Be a good girl, Nannuan, go back to sleep. Big brother is here, everything will be fine." Ji Nan gently patted Jiang Nannuan's back, trying to coax her back to sleep.

The face was still that same face—expressionless, very handsome and cool—but judging by his aura, he was visibly much more juvenile and greener than the real Senior Brother Chu.

As Wuzaki raised his palm, the earth elemental forces across the sky were instantly drawn in, converging into a vortex that gathered in the center of his palm.

Yet, when practitioners heard that a tribulation awaited them, alongside the tension, there would always be a trace of joy. For tribulations were like mountains, and crossing them was akin to mountain climbing; every tribulation overcome would elevate one's realm and Dao attainment by a step. Only by continuously improving one's Dao could one ever hope to reach that distant and elusive dream of immortality.

Because the consignment of items consumed spiritual stones, the communication between the two trading parties was effectively equivalent to cross-spacetime contact.

With Zhao Rong's culinary skills, she probably would need eight or ten years of research to master Zheng思源's wontons. Leaving aside the rich broth and the fillings, just the wonton wrappers—thin as cicada wings—would take Zhao Rong three to five years of practice alone.

Hiding in the corner, Jiang Muyan watched with her own eyes as Ji Muchen and Ji Linglan entered her son's hospital room.

No matter how complex anything is, in the end, it boils down to just two choices: yes and no! This is the theoretical foundation of why computers only need binary to simulate almost all reality.

With that, she stepped out over the balcony railing, her tear-filled dark eyes brimming with both despair and determination.

No one knew what he was calculating or waiting for; only the indomitable, formidable confidence and momentum emanating invisibly from his calm physique seemed to dominate everything around him.

Hearing Zhao Hao's words, James and the others were startled, hurriedly crowding closer toward Zhao Hao's direction.

In an instant, Julie made her decision. Sacrifice the rook to save the king! She had no idea what to do next, but the most important thing right now was to leave.

With a slight narrowing of his gaze, looking at the remaining five thousand steps of the Myriad Step Ladder, he clicked his tongue and said, "Since the pressure isn't strong enough, I'll just keep climbing! This young master refuses to believe it!" With those words, his figure flashed, his right foot stepped forward, and he charged ahead fiercely once more.

The Japanese appeared with the demeanor of upstarts, yet acted with extreme rigor. They ignored the four-hundred-million-dollar high price set by the automobile manufacturing company, proposing instead that a third party should evaluate the assets first, using that as the foundation for negotiations.

Sumandera was unwilling to accept defeat. He loudly rallied his soldiers, and those wandering troops, seeing a large force gathered here, flocked over as well. In just a moment, three to five thousand cavalrymen and some thirty war elephants had assembled around him. With a roar, he led his soldiers charging toward the main force of the personal guards in the distance.

Was this a coincidence of fate, or an arrangement of destiny? Lin Yi could not help but feel a bone-chilling coldness creeping up inside him.

Without turning his head, it was difficult for him to clearly see either side with his peripheral vision. When his sight shifted even slightly to the right, the left side vanished completely from view.

This method might not be entirely accurate, but generally speaking, it was still slightly more reliable than flipping a coin.

Ling Ling, having changed out of her clothes, made Lin Xiaofan's eyes light up. In her police uniform, she was a dashing and spirited policewoman. Without the uniform, the sternness faded, replaced by an aura of youthful vitality.

Seeing Bai Ling jump straight down without a word to start digging, Lin Cheng shook his head, took one last puff of his cigarette, extinguished the butt, and jumped down to join her.

Provoked by Qiuyue's words, the bald chicken instantly bristled, every single red feather on its body standing on end as flames began to spread across it.

The stupid cat's operational efficiency was quite remarkable. Aside from opening spatial portals, it was practically among the top three most capable entities in the rental apartment.

Looking at the neatly inscribed name "Rin Hazuki" on the booklet, Hozuki Momo nearly jumped up with excitement. Heaven knows how much effort she had put into reuniting with her sister; now that she had finally found her, not fainting from excitement was proof of her exceptionally strong psychological resilience.

The only one on the field untouched by the chaos was Cola. Perhaps because it wasn't human, the Golden Slime didn't pay it much attention, nor had Cola made any unusual moves just now, allowing it to be thoroughly and rarely ignored.