57 "Wait for me"

Lin Zhao was amused by the little expressions of the fourth child.

The second child stretched out his arms, mimicking the gesture of catching a child, and deliberately teased his sister, "How dare you turn your nose up at me? You're in big trouble now, take my claw!"

He bared his teeth and lunged toward his sister.

Panicking and finding no escape, the fourth child burrowed into Lin Zhao's arms, crying out repeatedly, "Mother, Mother, save your little one, save your little one."

Though shouting for rescue, the smile on his face was overly brilliant, his crystal-clear eyes curved like crescent moons as he thoroughly enjoyed the game.

Li Yue covered his mouth, knowing how excessively persuasive that mouth of his was; she suspected he could even talk the dead back to life.

All the employees grew excited. Many young people had never been to the Warm Cloud Studio, and they naturally harbored a longing for the high-end clubs of the imperial capital. Now that the opportunity was right before them, how could everyone not be joyful?

A single word awakened the dreamer. Jiu Huang had never been able to figure out why Xu Liang would frame Xu Yang; it turned out to be nothing more than seeking revenge against the Xu family.

Driven by passion and bloody determination, the major factions began a fierce dragon-and-tiger struggle, while hidden enemies in the dark stared with bloodthirsty eyes, closely watching every movement in the Huaxia region.

The two sworn brothers raised their heads and gulped down two pots of fine wine. Under Li Feiyang's watchful gaze, Jade Qilin strode out of the iron dungeon.

Luo Qianhan was trying on clothes. Mo Beixuan was right; since they were married after all, he could no longer keep wearing a black robe. Just as he was halfway through changing, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Lu Shixia picked up a piece, on which the marks carved by a bayonet were still clearly legible: "First Sergeant Zhou Jiashun"; then he picked up another: "Major Deputy Regiment Commander Wang Zhaoyang."

Hearing this, Mu Kun lowered his head in deep thought, pondering how Jiu Huang's proposal might benefit the Heavenly Dynasty. Unable to help himself, he cast a few more approving glances at Jiu Huang and nodded to indicate his agreement with her suggestion.

Ever since the large army participating in this grain transport mission set out, they had been on edge every day, nervously monitoring the movements along their route. In their eyes, during this period, the grain supplies were far more important than their own lives.

Wang Peng was reflecting on the three years she mentioned, wondering how she could have used the word "stolen" to describe it. Did she plan to use those three years right here to freeze her entire lifetime?

Combining the sword steps with the sword wings, Lin Wushuang's figure made a sharp turn in the void, resembling a swallow soaring through the sky. At the same time, he swept his sword horizontally, and a platinum-colored, traceless sword wind carved an abstruse trajectory through the void, cutting directly into the chest of Long Jingtian, who was too slow to react.

Before Director Lai could finish speaking, Jian Han felt a loosening on her arm. Subconsciously glancing over, she saw that Lin Bing had already let go, a momentary look of unnaturalness flashing across her face.

Ye Qingmang felt as though all his internal organs were churning like a stormy sea. His limbs felt weak and powerless, and a mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth.

As these soul-shaking words fell, the void itself seemed to freeze. The young man was granted a reprieve, bowing and scraping in gratitude. Enduring his excruciating pain, he hurriedly fled. The moment he turned around, a flicker of resentment flashed in his eyes—a gentleman does not wait ten years to take revenge; this humiliation would certainly be repaid.

If a beast cultivator whose state of mind realm was higher than the Lion King's were to use the blood-soul technique on him, the Lion King probably wouldn't choose to resist. Given the current situation, to avoid perishing, even if the state of mind realm were on par with the Lion King's, the Lion King presumably still wouldn't resist.

Mo Zeling remembered that many people, upon first arriving in Mo City, had to go do manual labor, earning a single cloud coin a day—it was back-breaking work. Yet Su Luo hadn't taken tens of thousands of cloud coins seriously at all.

That senior student was named Gu Wanqing. Just as Su Luo had anticipated, he indeed was a senior, and specifically a third-year senior who loved to take advantage of others.

Ten years had passed. Nangong Jian was a true soul powerhouse at the seventh level of soul awakening, losing nothing in comparison to Dongfang Haoran and Wang Tianlong; the only thing he lacked was time.

And as for this Zhu Baiyu, she had actually wanted to borrow the Black Feather Token from him to take a look, only to discover that he was actually an enemy.

Meanwhile, before he could even recover his wits, the heavy sword before the mountain, accompanied by the blazing fire axe, struck him one after another.

Gerard frowned upon hearing this, glancing at Arthur, who had already gripped his sword with both hands and taken a stance, wearing a puzzled expression.

Shi Jian pulled Xuan Yi close, rubbed a flint with one hand, and lit a torch. Holding the torch aloft, he lightly tapped a section of the inner wall of the bell tower.

The messenger approached Ji Jiang and Great Wealth Jiang with a heart full of trepidation, then bowed deeply in salutation.

Only after processing the hard-to-transform, impurity-laden accumulated corpse Qi through meditation could it be better absorbed.

Do not assume that a group of people with titles like professors or grand masters possess lofty spirits and noble character; that is simply because you have never witnessed the ugly sights these people make when striving for professional titles and pay raises.

Right, the money hadn't arrived yet—it wouldn't come until next semester, and with only three digits left in his own pocket, it really was quite heartbreaking.

Shaoyang understood Wu Lian's meaning. It seemed that this Sword Washing Pool was long incomparable to the original one where Gan Jiang and Mooye forged their swords; the spiritual Qi had dissipated, so the sword-washing efficacy had waned significantly.

However, even though he clearly understood what was happening before him, the endless, seemingly repetitive words made Zheng Ming somewhat impatient.

Zheng Ming did not continue. His original intention was to make Arthur back down in the face of difficulties, but to his surprise, Arthur's reply was exceptionally resolute.

These forces, like torrents crashing against a riverbank, battered furiously, yet failed to move it an inch.

The cells constituting the eyes were also cosmic genesis energy, so the moment Kang Mangang opened his eyes, they appeared chaotic, and everything he saw was a blur of chaos. However, this condition lasted only for a split second. Kang Mangang steadied his gaze and found that his visual acuity had markedly improved, and his perception of details had become far more meticulous.

"How is that possible? Special forces execute special missions, and special ops soldiers are selected one in a million. How could they possibly be assigned to give us military training? Besides, special forces soldiers would never fall in love with you lot—stop having those daytime romantic pipe dreams." Lin Xue refused to believe Wang Ruolin's words.

Ling Duwu looked at the storage pouch before him, a surge of great joy welling up in his heart. Inside were quite a few sealed jade boxes, which undoubtedly contained various types of flames, along with several unsealed jade boxes. Those were surely hearth ash or smoke-charred stones.

"Since you've so willingly stretched your neck out for me to slaughter, I'd feel bad if I didn't oblige!" Ye Han smiled coldly, pointing his Blood Spirit Divine Sword straight at the purple-green-robed attendant.

With a stern expression, an extraordinary bearing, and hands clasped behind his back, he remained the hero who had single-handedly fought the roc demon, the resilient Tian Sheng.

"Alright, everyone hurry back to your respective cohorts! Tarantum's army has also emerged, and it's time for us to form up and set out!" First Legion Commander Karpus reminded everyone.