Volume 1, Chapter 31: Not Wanting to Wake Up

When Bai Xuanxuan lost consciousness, she was still thinking that, after all, they had once been husband and wife. Surely the man would not truly stand by and watch her die.

She tried to grab the man’s clothes, but her consciousness had already plunged into chaos.

Che Minzai had not been cultivating in the room. He had merely used a few pills to restore his bruised and swollen face. Hearing someone knock, he assumed Mo Qiqi had something to tell him. He summoned his strength, opened the door, and found Wang Yuelun standing outside.

Earlier, after leaving the capital, the two of them had been hurrying toward Pearl Lake. Yet they had not gone far when Michelle seemed to notice something. Her expression changed slightly. She stopped, crouched down, and pressed her ear to the ground.

First there was this boundless ocean, filled with far too many unknown dangers. On top of that, they had no definite target, making it impossible to proceed smoothly.

Churchill was deeply worried about London’s safety. Ever since half of Buckingham Palace had been destroyed, the royal family and many ministers had pinned their hopes on Hitler.

Linda hurriedly picked up a ring cake and stuffed it into Kana’s mouth, blocking the rest of her sentence. At the same time, another tube extended from his forehead toward Igarashi Kana, transmitting rings of light.

For him, this was truly an unprecedented experience. One moment he had just flown out of Regina to investigate the situation near the border; the next, he had to lead several thousand people in laying an ambush and launching a counterattack against the Church. He could not help imagining what would have become of this army if he had not arrived in time.

He admitted that he had once been attracted to the girl who had so dazzled him. There was always something mysterious about her—the legendary experiences she had endured, and those extraordinary ginseng roots. Every detail suggested that she was a girl with countless stories to tell.

There was simply too much meat. It covered the large square table so completely that not even the slightest gap remained. A rough estimate put the total at the equivalent of two pigs.

“Could it be that he is the elder sent by the Magic Association? They actually want me to work with him…” Chen Yiran’s voice had begun to sound strange, as though she were extremely afraid of Zhao Jiahao.

He raised his head again and looked into the mirror, tidied his hair, removed his bloodstained shirt, and changed into a brand-new T-shirt.

With a bang, Jiang Feng was sent flying. Although he had held back, Number Forty-Five still could not withstand the force. His body was blasted from the back of the Great Earth Bear, where he could no longer remain seated.

Yet humanity’s greatest threat had never been the vast armies of demons. It was the twelve Demon God Pillars, each shining with dazzling brilliance.

Last time, we left off with the cockroach exposed and the situation at an impasse. Secretary Jin and the others were at a loss.

And yet, despite being so busy, Mr. Zhang Anli had somehow taken part in planning and carrying out every one of the Bamboo Union Gang’s famous campaigns.

Ye Meng was horrified. He could feel his Path of Fire beginning to slip beyond his control, while the world of flames he had constructed also began to collapse.

Park Kun lay sprawled in the snow, staring blankly at Mo Xiaosheng. He found it utterly incomprehensible. He had clearly held the advantage, yet in the blink of an eye, the situation had turned against him.

Guye Zhengchuan, who had lost half an ear to Golden Eye, lay quietly behind a rock. His eye pressed against the sniper scope as he searched inch by inch for the positions of Golden Eye and Flying Eagle.

Fang Guoxiang’s expression grew somewhat ugly. She naturally knew exactly what was happening, since she had arranged everything herself. With Sun Jiao interfering like this, was she not going to ruin her plans?

Continuing forward, Jiang Feng carefully examined the marks on the stone wall. They were indeed not man-made; they were cracks formed when the mountain had split apart on its own.