Chapter Thirty-One: You, Truly, Are a Bore

"Damn it, they’ve brought so much weaponry. Are they planning to go to war or what?" Chen Erpao couldn't help but feel deeply puzzled.

"Oh, you’ve offended Young Master Huang, you’d better leave quickly!" a student wearing glasses as thick as bottle bottoms advised with a look of pity. He glanced around as if the walls had ears, and terrified that someone might see him talking to Lin Feng, he scurried away in a panic.

It was fortunate that Fang Linghua stealing the map was only intended to help Lin Cheng avoid the Shanghai military patrols while smuggling medicine; how it later blew up into such a massive scandal involving widespread black-market trafficking was truly baffling. Xiao Cunqin felt increasingly guilty toward Qi Yu, but fortunately, Qi Yu had already made new arrangements, rendering the old city defense map obsolete.

Luo Ya yawned and prepared to return to her room to sleep, but was suddenly pulled back by Chu Xun, who pointed at his own face with a serious expression.

Mo Xiwei was about to lose her mind. Half-shy and half-furious, she covered her chest with her hands, glared at him fiercely, and fled in a disheveled state.

"Spatial rifts cannot be detected; one can only determine their approximate location by deriving them through this equation!" Lin Feng explained.

"Oh my, Duke, look at what you’re saying. I am well aware of my own worth. Just as you said, I am nothing but a dog to you, right?" Neymar’s calm voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

The indifference of human nature left Xie Feiyuan feeling helpless; she should have known that Americans and Chinese were simply different.

Near the entrance, my sworn brother first used a spell to seal the guards, then forbade me from going down, telling me only to wait at the entrance for his return.

Li Ziqi was filled with worry, her mind racing to find a way out for Guan Bing. But after thinking it over and over, there was only one solution: hope that it would never be discovered that Guan Bing was the one who did it.

A freezing rain fell, spreading a layer of ice over the lake that locked away all the wind and waves, as if even the sounds had been frozen, leaving everything in dead silence.

I truly lack experience; in terms of worldly wisdom and conduct, I am far behind my sworn brother.

"Boiling two eggs for a dog, pfft!" A moment later, Luo Mo suddenly turned his head and cursed, getting even more into character for the performance.

For a scene like this, it was clear that Feng Xiaogang would spare no effort to film it perfectly, and he demanded the absolute best from every actor.

It was obvious that this bizarre zombie thought the attack power of the curved blade in Yang Guangming’s hand was inferior to the broken blade held by Old Zhu behind him.

Yao Guang glanced toward Li Yaohua; she seemed to have something to say but ultimately held back, picking up her tea and drinking it all in one gulp.

However, in their eyes, as long as Wu Fan unleashed his "Soul-Taking Triple Slash," this man would undoubtedly be defeated.

Although it was only two or three in the afternoon, Yang Guangming had no desire to continue hunting zombies; he was anxious to return to a safe shelter and upgrade his system to level three.

A year and a half ago, I happened to pass by the alley where she set up her stall. Seeing her nimble movements and the fact that she sold plain porridge, I went up to try it—and ended up eating there for over half a year.

The eyeball swelled and contracted rapidly, struggling desperately, tearing itself apart until flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Yet, before the final, lethal shot, it could not escape its fate of destruction. With a "bang," it exploded, spraying blood all over the room.

I used my phone to call Lu Pan to ask about the situation. Sure enough, Father Lu had been released safely, the company had returned to normal operations, and the partnership with the Xu Group continued as per the contract.

He said again: "I guessed the arrangement of those four stacks of money wrong. Influenced by my own psychology, I thought I had seen through his scheme, but that wasn't the case at all. He hadn't pulled a single bill from them; those four stacks were a complete forty thousand."

Still, having been grazed by the sharp edges, it still stung, and within an instant, a red mark appeared on Dean Hao’s cheek.

Yet, he still couldn’t feel the slightest sense of superiority over him; Yu Xiubai hadn't even bothered to look up at him properly.

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Got it. I'm going to find my cousin now and see what the future cousin-in-law is like." With that, he walked out the door.

"This soup was made by Mr. Yu, wasn't it? It’s hard on him, even knowing how to make postpartum recovery soup," Du Ruo said while drinking.

It seemed that quite a lot had happened while I was asleep? Morgana tried hard to recall, but her memory was a complete blank.

I knew it; for love to survive, the most important thing is trust. Mutual trust and understanding are more important than anything else.

As the words fell, the Primordial Furnace evolved into a profound black hole, swallowing the Haize tribe and the war beasts.

"Fatty, you didn't hear wrong; the screaming was real." Wei Wuji sped off in the direction of the sound.

Although he had been invited by the Daoist Sect more than once, the fact that the Vice Sect Master had come personally was a surprise to Yang Di, especially since the man had mentioned selecting him as a candidate for the next Sect Master—which was truly extraordinary.

Seeing Ji Ran staring with wide eyes, speechless, suspicion deepened. She turned and ran into the side room, crying out in panic, "Master..." Seeing Xu Yue in such agony, she could only manage that one word before freezing in place, unable to continue.

The old man of the Ji family, Ao Zhouhai, and the Jade-Faced Shura Feng Yuzhang, among others, joined without hesitation. Although their ancient ancestor was no longer there to oversee them, they now held an absolute numerical advantage.

"Keep hitting, don't stop! How have I taught you all this time? As long as the hammer is in your hand and the red iron is still on the anvil, the forging cannot stop," Jiang Yizhou instructed his three disciples.

Gunshots rang out continuously, and bullets sprayed from the doorway, darting about the room like headless flies. It was clear that the people inside were terrified to the extreme; they feared the powerful enemy outside the door.

Just then, the blue dots in the formation map suddenly evolved; one blue dot split into hundreds, scattering in all directions. Not only were Ji Xuanzi and the head of the Ji family stunned, even Ji Wentian himself was left gaping in disbelief.