Volume 1, Chapter 47: Su Changan Begs for Food

Shen Shuli had already inspected the route along the way.
No one else had climbed up behind them, so the team was temporarily safe.
However, Shen Shuli had not expected that it would take her team half a day just to cover a distance of five kilometers.
It was already time for lunch.
It was no longer suitable to push them any further.
At their current speed, it would probably be dark by the time they made it back.

An ancient dagger, for some unknown reason, had shattered. A web of cracks covered its surface, robbing it of its former efficacy and appearance, leaving no one able to discern its origin or power. Yet, one somehow felt that such an extraordinary ancient dagger was precisely why it was placed here for sale.

I truly love this place. If not for my football dream, I would never have left Maribor.

Carlito maintained a constant smile, though this time he did not rush to make a move, instead appearing to fall into deep thought.

Inside the water prison, Naruto enveloped himself in a layer of chakra, repelling the heavy water from his surroundings. Under Zabuza's shocked ghostly stare, the water prison burst apart with a deafening crash.

Chen Hao was not idle either. Wasn't that fellow Maru-chan acting all arrogant? Now he was trapped inside, unable to break through. A brilliant smile hung at the corners of Chen Hao's mouth.

The three horned mountain demon kings also spotted Lin Ao. The two warrior mountain demon kings let out squeaks of rage, gripping their long warrior sabers tightly. Meanwhile, the priest mountain demon king squeaked as it waved its staff, casting supportive skills such as Warrior's Courage, Warrior's Defense, and Warrior's Attack upon the two warrior mountain demon kings.

No one had imagined that a newcomer from this realm could fight the grand tournament champion of the previous realm to such an extent, pulling out endless trump cards one after another. Although it ultimately looked like Chen Hao had lost, what did that matter? Which newcomer from any realm had ever achieved such a feat?

Frowning, Lin Ao's thirty-layer peace surpassed his expectations. Yet, Lin Ao had more than just thirty layers of peace; he was a knight of high strength and high attack—no, a swordsman—no, a Golden Lion Great Warrior.

People were shocked and terrified, but once these emotions subsided, aside from a small minority in places like Greece who worshipped deities such as Zeus and felt excited and overjoyed, ninety-nine percent of the remaining humanity was filled with rage.

Master Liu did not understand martial arts at all. Seeing that he was about to be grabbed by the opponent, as the head of the family, if he were to be hauled over like that, he would lose all his dignity.

After all, if you want to beat a dog, you still have to consider its master, right? With that thought, these guards cracked their knuckles and closed in with grim smiles.

"Understood, Immortal!" Song Ren finally put down the watering can in his hand, wearing a look of relief. Anyway, the water had all been poured out.

This grudge would simply be chalked up against Cao Cao; without Cao Cao, Xiahou Yuan would never have led troops to attack him.

"If you're stupid enough to be used, who can you blame? You should feel honored to be utilized by me." When Ye Qingchen spoke these words, his nose was turned up toward the sky, his face radiating the condescending demeanor of looking down upon mere ants.

Gu Yue immediately shot him a sideways glance. With a master like you blowing wind, whatever she says, you always find a way to justify it.

Since the time was two o'clock in the afternoon, it was more appropriate for Yu Yichen to go over himself. He would finish his morning training at the team's training facility and then head to the company to meet these two students—the timing would be just right.

Pang De did not speak, but his somewhat gloomy expression reflected that his mood was currently just as heavy. With so many of their top generals dispatched, they still couldn't take Hanzhong; it would indeed be hard to explain to Cao Cao upon returning.

On the hurried journey back, Zhao Fei remained completely silent. Aside from his distressed and furrowed expression, he also seemed somewhat absent-minded. If Long Fei had not discovered the crisis in time, this trip would have plunged him into a situation of eternal damnation from which he could never recover.

Mike Conley had already scored 24 points by this point, though it took him 29 shots, showing low efficiency. If he could finish every play as decisively as this one, his efficiency would rise even further.

Ge Chun's song echoed through the hospital, traveling from the fifth floor down to the first, and then from the first all the way up to the rooftop of the sixth floor.