Volume 1, Chapter 45: Liu Qi and Zhao Qi

Upon hearing this, Ma Tong was overjoyed and said, "There are still other princes alive?"
"Yes," Liu Qi nodded, not daring to meet their eyes as he spoke. "If you wish to see him, I can sneak you in right now."
"Then I'll have to trouble you," Ma Tong said.
Nongyu asked, "Can I come along?"
"You stay here, we still need you to provide intelligence," Liu Qi said.
Ma Tong agreed as well, saying, "Right, you stay here, and I'll sneak in with him."
Seeing this, Nongyu had no choice but to nod in agreement.
As the sky gradually brightened, Liu Qi took advantage of the lingering darkness to quietly slip into the palace with Ma Tong.
Although the inner city was heavily guarded, but...
Perhaps this was simply the trickery of fate. The person who could forsake the entire world for his own sake was ultimately forsaken by himself, yet ended up winning the world.
"Stop! The moment you open the magazine with your current body temperature, everything will be ruined!" Stefan hurriedly stopped Attila.
Lei Zhen had already run down from the pass. Hearing the first half of the sentence, he almost tripped and fell; fortunately, Guan Qingkun finished the second half just in time, allowing him to steady himself.
As Han Zeng and Huo Chengjun chatted on and on, they grew quite spirited. The slight grievance in Huo Chengjun's heart was gradually forgotten amidst Han Zeng's narration. In the vast garden, only the occasional sound of their casual laughter remained.
There is nothing in this world more painful than watching a loved one depart with your own eyes. I do not know what words to use to describe my feelings at this moment; in short, I am in too much agony, too hard-pressed to accept it.
My mother was still holding the newly finished sweater in her arms. She left so quietly, without even leaving a single word behind.
Cheng Yu did not expect a few words to completely win everyone over. After exchanging some casual remarks and dismissing the gathering, he went to see Liu Ze.

For the rest of the time, I stopped complaining. Anyway, I couldn't understand or comprehend whatever bird language they were speaking, so I simply ran out of the hall, hid in the restroom, and started smoking a cigarette.
Li Jingcheng nodded slightly in understanding, smiled mysteriously, and said, "General Guan, this imperial envoy sincerely feels that this idea is indeed quite good!"
Just as the decisive battle reached a stalemate, another detachment of enemy forces used clever tactics to shake off the human army's assault and swaggered away.
The student sitting opposite was somewhat pleased upon hearing this reply, thinking he would be able to work at the Rocket Research Institute.
Cao Guang sat cross-legged on a rush mat and continued to circulate the Five Elements Breathing Technique, absorbing the spiritual energy within the medium-grade spirit stone.
However, how this book ever managed to get a contract is beyond me; what I wrote was complete garbage. Well, it was college life—no pressure back then, and I didn't even own a computer, so I chopped it off after tens of thousands of words.
"It's fine, we can't sell many in a month anyway. It's even better if you buy out the rest. This price is authorized by the manager, and who knows, I might even get a bonus," Old Jin said while smoking.
At that time, when choosing his class, he specifically picked the thief. Using phantom clones to steal things in the early stages felt insanely awesome.
Everyone was staring fixedly at the case file in Zhao Shiwu's hands, their eyes wide and expressions shocked, unable to utter a sound for a long time.
The other one was mainly used to simulate high-speed conditions at sea; it was rather special and specifically designed to explore hypersonic anti-ship missiles.
However, kidnapping in Southeast Asia was not rampant back then; it wouldn't be until a few years later, when it became harder to trick people over from the mainland.
For a crown prince, such a divine sword was like a tempting dungeon; regardless of his skill level, he still wanted to give it a try.
Zhang Zhen hesitated somewhat. It wasn't that he was worried about an extra mouth to feed, but he was currently away from Chang'an, and there was no way he could bring him all the way back to Jiangnan. With all the bumpy travel, the old man's body probably couldn't handle it.
Saitama merely glanced at most of the items and passed over them; the only thing that caught his attention was a single detail.
Qiu Wanchun stood outside the room, utterly desolate. Even though the sunlight was bright, it felt more oppressive than an overcast day. Yet this fragile wooden door had become the most unreachable distance between him and Huangfu Rou, filling him with a hatred that knew no bounds.
Furthermore, as both "Hilariously" and "Absurdly" had said, there was definitely no fortuitous opportunity within the Meteor Divine Realm that could allow the two of them to advance and become Chaos Heavenly Venerables. To achieve that, they still needed to go to the Endless Fire Domain.

By this time, Mumen Rider could also clearly feel that his strength had undergone a transformative, bone-shattering change in every aspect compared to before his evolution, and his desire to advance to an S-rank hero grew increasingly intense.
Pity that Mu Lin refused to let Xiao Xinghan save him; he chose to die by his own hand. When the first attempt failed, he tried a second time.
As he spoke, Saitama felt an increasing sense of helplessness. Although his strength was growing stronger and stronger—to the point where even he had no idea when this growth would reach its limit—could punching things alone really maintain the ecosystem of an entire planet? Could it make humanity stop destroying the ecosystem? What was he supposed to do?
A grand carnival—a long-overdue gathering of the Huangfu clan. Afterwards, it was no longer just for the wedding, but because the family members simply loved that kind of atmosphere.
Thinking of the pain from bumping her head earlier, Mikasa immediately dismissed the thought. Following that, another conjecture surfaced in her mind: could it be that she had amnesia?
Xin Hu was someone who could not tolerate any flaws, especially when it happened to Lin Luochen. Roaring with rage, he rushed forward and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks at the Qiang people, but within a couple of minutes, he unexpectedly collapsed and passed out on the ground, leaving Black Panther and A Chen too shaken to act rashly.
"Watch yourselves when you shoot! Don't fire too fiercely, or we'll run out of ammo later!" Wang Tianyi warned.
"That's the Mark of the Demon, isn't it?" The one who answered him was not Lilith, but Tassadar. Although the veteran demon hunter used a question, his tone was certain; it was obvious this was not his first time seeing such a thing.
Entering the Hundtian Realm, Lin Luochen and his party stepped on colorful clouds, slowing their pace slightly to take in the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Yuyu Prefecture in their entirety. Yet as the massive army swept past, those originally magnificent landscapes had somehow turned somewhat desolate.
Amidst his wild reverie, a piercing sound cut through the air, and then a figure appeared at Ling Feng's doorway.
The very moment the black eyes vanished, the Tower Spirit, which had quickly withdrawn its focus from the mountain void, cast a gaze brimming with lethal murderous intent directly at everyone present.
Arriving at the hospital ward, Lin Luochen told Che Nan and Luo Wuxuan about finding a matching donor. Amidst their excitement, they all shed hot tears, and even Che Nan, a man of unyielding fortitude, instantly felt his eyes grow red and moist.