Chapter 55: Two Good-For-Nothings

Seeing how utterly incompetent Bai Yecheng was, Yang Hui was burning with anger.
He remembered that old man of his had always been a good-for-nothing loafer.
Back in the days of the communal mess halls, he would slack off and shirk his duties every single day.
If not for his family's ancestral grave smoking with auspicious vapor—meaning they had an uncle who served as a town party secretary—
God only knows in which obscure corner he would still be rotting away today.
"Uncle Yang,..."

Seeing this, Lily directly gave Beibei a flick on the forehead before walking off to contact her father, leaving Beibei behind while clutching her forehead.
It had been a long time since she had soloed a dungeon boss. Having spent all her time on religious educational work and guild leadership and development, it was a rare and exciting opportunity to get her blood pumping again. She hoped it wouldn't disappoint her too much.

Accompanied by yet another massive fireball, two military helicopters once again transformed into balls of fire in mid-air.
Upon entering the spectator zone, Luo Yi discovered that the crowd size was terrifyingly large. It was clear that Diamond-tier battles possessed immense drawing power. Calculated at one hundred gold coins per spectator, the winner of this match would likely pocket millions of gold coins in a single sweep.

There was no time left to charge the Incendiary Thunder Shell. Even as the dragon's breath was brewing, if he dared to charge his shot, the dragon's breath would simply skip the brewing phase and blast straight at him. Zheng Yi decisively put away his anti-materiel sniper rifle without switching it to a pistol; when he pulled it out next time, it would still be in the sniper rifle state.

Abruptly, at that very moment, the sloppy Celestial's voice rang out beside Huijue's ear, acting like a sudden enlightenment that jolted Huijue's consciousness awake.
However, while everyone else was concentrating on leveling up, he—the top divine priest whose supreme throne was already beginning to be threatened—had no choice but to turn his gaze toward the dark faction, where signs of chaos were already surfacing.

"Knowing that he could never win your heart in this lifetime, he passed his lifelong martial heritage on to me, hoping that I could fulfill his wish. But I will not do as he wished," said the giant snowman.
Because Chen Yufan's lounge was connected almost seamlessly to his family's quarters, it was quite convenient for him to keep an eye on their safety.

"It's nothing, I'll take some time to go look for the Dark Council leader," a certain comrade said with a calm smile, carrying a sense of effortless ease.
Even something that Mike couldn't figure out had been successfully resolved by Old Yi in the end; he was truly formidable.

Everything he had seen prior to this consisted of works Ding Lan had painted before she met him. In her recent paintings, however, a faint trace of light had begun to emerge.
Yin Shaolong slowly lifted the hand resting on her shoulder, looked at the bloodstains on it, got up to grab a hand towel, and sat down in a chair to wipe it clean with meticulous care.

After saying all this, Zhao Chen finally paused. A cold wind blew, making Zhao Chen feel chilled to the bone, yet he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What frustrates me endlessly, though, is that with such a massive amount of energy, I only got a tiny fraction, while the rest was all snatched up by you, fellow," Xun Yi said with lingering resentment and reluctance.

This was Leng Zhi's advantage. Now that Leng Zhi had completely transformed his appearance—something many people were surely aware of—they would be even less likely to make a move against him.
Inside the hotel room, Geng Peiyou had been constantly worrying about Zhou Anluo, torturing herself with endless self-blame.

Mo Xueting then fell silent, his expression distant as if recalling something from the past, the corners of his lips curling into a trace of bitterness.
Struggling, she removed her oxygen mask and wanted to sit up. Xu Minuo helped her arrange her position so she was leaning back against the headboard, but this single action alone drained all of Qingluan's strength.

"There's one more thing: if the Grand Marshal captures Kaifeng City, does he intend to pillage and plunder it?" asked Xiaoyaozi.
Whether to choose a frontal interception or a timely retreat to save the ball—the deciding factor for all of this would be how Rosen chose to act next.

"I truly regret not slaughtering those beasts back then, which allowed them to leak my ability and eventually spread it to other super exploration teams!" As it turned out, what truly infuriated Wuji was right here.
Li Song's marksmanship was truly beyond reproach, on par with the cyborg snipers; however, Li Song possessed an incomparable intelligence, timing grasp, and judgment that they lacked.

The remaining one or two thousand defeated soldiers fled into the mountain ridges and ravines, utterly terrified by the Scorpion-tailed Winged Tiger aerial cavalry, making it virtually impossible for them to regroup to face the Changding Army.

Regardless, this matter had nothing to do with him in the first place, so Jiang Fenghyan stopped dwelling on it. Today's matches still had to proceed as usual.
"Hand your body over to me," Locke said. The very instant Akulas tried to reply, his body was officially taken over by Locke's will.

"You can do it, Qiao'er, keep it up!" Facing his eldest son's expectant gaze, in the end, classmate Haisong offered Qiao'er some spiritual encouragement.
Kuang Pubai was clean-shaven, tall, with well-proportioned facial features and a steady presence, looking to be in his early forties. Chu He was unable to determine his true age; after all, experts at such a realm of cultivation possessed methods to preserve their youth and enjoyed extremely long lifespans, making it difficult to judge their age from mere appearance.

The moment the door opened, Xiao Liang's sword had already pierced the opponent's throat. There was not much sound in the dark space, but the night was so dead silent that one could clearly hear the wet, squelching sounds of the blade.
Mid-air, a man wielding a weapon-like object slowly descended.

For every ten catties sold, a commission of half a catty of rice was given. All things considered, the earnings were quite substantial, and the primary benefit was boosting the staff's enthusiasm and increasing the closing rate.
"How about it, is that a problem?" Wang Mo didn't even look at the two of them, staring directly at Wu Qinghui, sensing he was the strongest among them.

A towering mental force flooded her mind, and Mu Lan let out a painful groan before focusing her gaze on Song Yu.
The waiter looked at them with a smug expression. Right at that moment, a fireball flew in without warning from outside, directly striking the hunting ground's service counter, and the waiter was blasted straight into the wall. Immediately following that, several more fireballs flew inside.

Halfway through lunch, Chu Wanyue suddenly noticed that Mama Li was nowhere to be seen today. No wonder she kept feeling like something was missing! Without Mama Li's nagging, this meal was truly a pleasant and relaxing experience.