Volume 1, Chapter 39: A Kick to His Posterior

Zhuang Qiaolang rarely interacted with others. He was not exactly reticent, but Meng Hexin was the one he spoke to most often.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!" Four muffled, light gunshot sounds rang out. The muzzle flash was completely obscured by the camouflage netting, not a single glimmer escaping.

Others were here, sipping premium coffee and chatting about gossip and life, while he had just finished scrubbing the toilet. He couldn't help but sniff his own hands; thankfully, there was no odor.

Therefore, when the sun is out, it illuminates the entire hemisphere, and the sky appears white or blue. I won't explain here why the sky is blue; feel free to look it up yourself.

Had Cang Hongchen not considered this idea? But do you really think Fourth Master Qin would help me like that?

An expert at the Innate stage has already cleared all their meridians, allowing for what is known as the circulation of Qi. However, because one must shatter the lower Dantian when breaking through to the Innate stage, this spiritual energy can only be integrated within the meridians. Too much becomes difficult to control. What must be done now is to continuously condense this spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

We walked past the camera, which is to say, we walked right past the head of the cameraman, Meng Zhen, without him even noticing. The camera remained motionless, seemingly unconcerned by our presence.

Lin Xiyue was originally just curious. But seeing the manager's ambiguous attitude, she could not help but feel an even stronger sense of curiosity.

Perhaps she felt uneasy because she believed she could only rely on him, to the point that she couldn't even help, only depend on him.

The first to decide the outcome was the sniper. The opponent used an AP heavy sniper rifle; this weapon was powerful and extremely accurate. However, it had one fatal flaw: it required manual reloading, meaning the bolt had to be pulled after every single shot.

Back inside the house, Zhao Hui had finished his business and come out. Mu Chumen met him again, and he suddenly called out to Mu Chu.

Feng Qianchen, Hatsune, and Luo Tianyi were now on a high mountain, from which they could overlook the distant world.

"Because of the birth of quantum mechanics, light revealed its solid side, allowing humans to turn illusory light into physical objects through some special means?" After hearing this explanation, Hai Ge had a sudden epiphany.

Drawing the blade from its sheath, there was not a sound. The seven-inch blade was like a pool of autumn water, so thin it seemed transparent. The biting chill still made Huo Yuhao, who was already accustomed to such things, shiver involuntarily.

Now that he had finally made it to summer, he had another two-month buffer. During this time, he kept a low profile, remained silent, and refused all media interviews.

Feng Qianchen looked up, his eyes reflecting a wild battle intent. Seeming to sense Feng Qianchen's gaze, Yato looked back at him, both their eyes burning with the same frantic desire for combat.

In that moment, it was as if they saw a giant dragon roaring amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, feeling the most primitive and instinctive sense of dread.

However, this pricing strategy had a flaw: would Ren Jiuge accept such a large volume? Jingyang Wan'er was actually gambling, betting that Ren Jiuge possessed the ambition to swallow the world.

Meanwhile, Shen Lin also recovered from his meditation. His golden eyes flashed with a spark of spiritual light.

At that time, the Sun-Moon Empire managed to survive among many nations and earned the title of the premier empire during the great chaotic wars.

Mu Nianxue was sitting in front of a computer, fingers clattering across the keyboard. Hearing hurried footsteps outside the door, she then heard Sun Yuchen, who was guarding the entrance, call out, "Captain."

The Emei master holds the Pure Yang Immortal Sword, but what is this thing we are holding?

I used to hear authors say that writing for a long time easily leads to various occupational diseases, but I thought they were exaggerating.

At this moment, the ME team's mid and jungle players also arrived, but seeing their bottom lane duo fallen, they dared not approach the battlefield further.

The Great Chieftain was wearing a simple robe at the time, his body still carrying the strong aroma of roasted meat.

They did not understand military strategy, but they had basic common sense. Thus, over two hundred of the tribe's six hundred people charged toward the hillside. Although they suffered heavy casualties under several volleys of musket fire, some still reached the front of the military formation, and the two sides immediately engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand fight.

"Wei Chen, you don't understand Zhan Long; you are simply no match for him!" Seeing this, Huo Feng'er looked at Wei Chen with a solemn expression and warned him.

After Quan Zheng finished his explanation, the sky outside had gradually darkened, and customers were entering the venue one after another.

With a sweep of his broad sleeves, seven red rays flew out. The seven rays intersected and intertwined in the air, instantly forming a disc-shaped red cloud of energy that hovered in place.

Therefore, professions like alchemy and artifact refining are not for those without deep pockets, and certainly not for those with weak hearts.

Huo Ziyou hurriedly supported him. The latter gulped down a cup of water, and the metal spikes clattered to the ground in defeat.

"Alright, Aisha, your heart has already been felt by the God; he will not punish us. Besides, even if he were to punish us, I would not let you suffer."

I smiled and winked at Ming'er, saying, "It's no matter, sister will find you a bodyguard." With that, I pulled her toward the Yue Lai Inn.

Those three fire-footed crows sent the group to a ledge near the summit, then let out a few strange, croaking cries, expressing their discomfort and unwillingness to go any further to the young attendant.

"What terrifying potential! Even I cannot withstand his mental pressure!" Zhu Ziming was deeply shaken.

Moreover, he was stunningly handsome, unlike anyone else in the world. Whether in terms of ability, martial arts, or wisdom, he was a supreme figure who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Gu Xisheng, not losing to him in the slightest.

Frowning in confusion, Emperor Mo rubbed his aching temples, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

Su Mubai and Zhu Xi were pulled inside by Ling Tianxu. As soon as they entered, they saw the freshly cooked food laid out on the dining table, and Su Mubai was just about to complain.

A heaven-shaking scream tore through the tranquility of the morning. The maid who went to feed the fish by the pond every day overturned the porcelain jar filled with fish food, scrambling and stumbling all the way, screaming at the top of her lungs as she ran through the mansion, looking as if she had seen a ghost.