Volume One, Chapter 21: He Can Wait

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Gu Baozhu wasn’t about to just stand by; she stepped forward with a punch that shattered his wrist, followed by a flying kick that sent Li Qiang flying instantly.
The last time she cried was on her seventh birthday. Her father had promised to take her to the amusement park, and she spent the whole night choosing the perfect dress in front of the mirror. But when she woke up the next day, she found that her father had already left early for the laboratory.
After Liu Yufeng finished speaking, she swung the cleaver forcefully. The palm-sized blade sliced through the air. When everyone reacted, they realized that Old Wang’s arm had been deeply cut.
The tear in his heel had become incurable. When he tried to turn sharply, he slipped and fell to the ground, his knee feeling as if it might shatter.
Hong Xin and Mao Shi had been gone for so long; logically, they should have returned by now. Why was there still no news?
Just as Li Fugui was about to speak confidently, Xiang Gaofei from behind beat him to it.
Overall, their dormitory roommates seemed quite normal, so it looked like their next few years of university life would be much better.
Lin Ye didn’t know how long it had been since he’d eaten breakfast. This morning’s porridge was indeed more comforting than the late-night wine.
For this drama, the actors only received scripts for the first ten episodes; nobody knew what would happen afterward. Filming was done sequentially, one episode at a time.
After resting well, Remino went to watch the training of the Duke’s Knight Order and took a detailed look at the internal structure of the Duke’s mansion; he even secretly investigated the defenses of Semir City.
The man cried out in pain repeatedly before finally unable to hold back, asking, “Why am I the only one being interrogated?” Earlier, when his hair had been grabbed into a tangled mess, his companions had been desperately trying not to laugh.
Usually, she behaved very obediently; at the very least, she had never cried like this since arriving.
Nian Xiao slowly opened his eyes; everything before him was pitch black, without a hint of light. He calmly accepted the reality without speaking and was about to sit up when a sharp pain shot through his back.

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Qing Jiu approached the dragon bed, casting a cold gaze at the gaunt figure lying weakly upon it.
On Xuanyuan Terrace, a group of powerful figures sat around a massive magical mirror. The entire situation beneath the terrace was reflected in this mirror.
There were plenty of personnel needed in the princess’s courtyard, yet this wretched woman dared to act so ruthlessly—she would pay for it later.
If his identity were exposed and he failed the national mission, it would be the people of Earth who suffered the consequences.
Since this illness was hereditary, apart from Li Shupeng’s father, the other three in the family must stay away—not out of discrimination, but to quash Li Shupeng’s hopes. They feared triggering his illness by provoking him, so running away was the only option.
Perhaps because of Lu Shen, Bai Qin instinctively memorized every ancient poem containing the character “Shen.” Now, recalling them, many verses floated through his mind.
Qing Jiu clutched her chest, needing no explanation to know she concealed a treasured item there. Mundane objects could not suppress the influence of the Nine Nether Demon Eye, yet he had the kindness to use a treasure to save her life despite their complete unfamiliarity.
Among such a vast population base, there should have already been some gifted descendants who successfully completed evolution.
Looking again at the distant hillside, the terraced fields that Erlang mentioned earlier stood out clearly. It was said that wheat seeds had already been sown there, with harvest expected in May or June next year.
Sheng Xue and Zi Yan also looked down from one of the stone gates, seeing a handsome youth in white approaching seven monitoring officials to register.
The engineer-archivist recalled saying yesterday that Duruzi was good only at killing. Was that a mistake? Hadn’t it been mentioned that Duruzi was incapable of construction and was supposed to target elite personnel?
Sheng Xue wielded the Phoenix Sword, killing two Chen Xiujis who turned into blue smoke and vanished. However, more Chen Xiujis kept emerging from other parts of the giant ape. Soon, Sheng Xue was surrounded by more than a dozen attackers, her white robe stained red instantly.
The second volley from the magnetic storm infantry exploded; within just five or six seconds, the previously attacked evil ghost had recovered about seventy to eighty percent by devouring zombies.

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Besides, you’re just Demon Unit One, a machine—how could you even calculate the power of order?
Terrifying beast roars echoed from the Xuanye’s body, rolling sound waves like thunderclaps tearing through the skies.
However, the demon zombie Jing Gu appeared especially weak at this moment, having had its strength drained by the Thousand Faces. It lay feebly on the ground, its eyes filled with hatred, glaring at the Thousand Faces still adjusting to the new body.
The two sitting across, sipping red tea, commented, "Have you considered that there are single people nearby as well?"
“Fine, I believe you can do it!” Before I could change my mind, Jie Yu Tian quickly hammered down the deal.
“Your humble servant, Shen Liang, pays respects to all the masters!” When he finally came to his senses and saw everyone in the hall looking at him with contempt as if he were still the beggar who once wandered the streets, Shen Liang immediately lost confidence and knelt heavily to the ground.
Just as expected, three days later, Gu Qingyun officially began his training, accompanied by Gu Qingliang.
Fresh, vivid blood dripped onto the icy coffin, and the blood spread strangely and rapidly. In a moment, the entire icy coffin was stained a bright red, except for a small part. At that moment, the wound on the wrist began to heal, no longer bleeding, so I gritted my teeth and cut myself again.
Back when An Huan suddenly appeared at my home and handed me a stack of documents, he must have had this intention from the start, so I might as well follow his plan.
...At the very least, the emperor’s family should have enough to eat, not to mention meat every meal, but at least be able to drink miso soup regularly, right?