Chapter 26: The Show Is About to Begin

"Wait right there." To my surprise, Qi Yuzhou did nothing further and immediately let me go.

He retreated to the walk-in closet, looking remarkably flustered.

"Mr. Qi! Don't you dare forget to bring those clothes out for me to wash!" I called out, finding his hasty escape quite amusing.

While Qi Yuzhou was inside the closet changing, ...

Because of the incident with Zhou Shuyi, he hadn't paid any attention to what happened after the match ended. Now, seeing her spirited state, it seemed her injuries had completely healed.

It appeared to be a mechanical planet teeming with artificial creations. In his dream, the cyborg "Chosen One" even saw robots operating on its surface; this seemed to be the place where "Gods" would go.

Watching 4D movies, playing team games, exploring the exhibition hall, learning how to pitch a tent... every one of these activities filled Mao Doumao with excitement.

The man holding the rolling pin looked at Xia Ze, who was frozen in place, with a sneer. He muttered something; although Xia Ze couldn't understand the language, he could guess it certainly wasn't a compliment.

After enduring countless rounds of being used as a punching bag until he passed out, Wei Yinxi had barely managed to master a few of Xia Ze’s devastating fist techniques. He hadn't quite grasped the true essence of the moves, but he had learned their form.

Tian Youyou finally stopped laughing. Her eyes were round and bright, filled with a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and a hint of fear.

The bottom lane had secured an advantage, so was there an opportunity to take the Dragon? The jungler rushed toward the river near the bottom lane. Even with the enemy having vision, there was no need to worry; with the coordination of the two heroes in the bottom lane and the mid-laner keeping watch nearby, they should be able to take the Dragon. Su Ye arrived at the lane to clear the minions that had just pushed in.

Except for Xu Dajun, who abstained, and Liu Yinyin, who stubbornly cast a vote for Xu Yinyin that couldn't change the outcome, all the other seven votes were cast for Liu Yinyin.

Exhausted after a long night, Old Man Xu couldn't hold on any longer. He had his wife divide the grain to be milled, intending to get some rice to cook porridge so everyone could have a decent meal.

Mao Doumao was smiling happily, but his grandparents' eyes were wet with tears. Mao Doumao felt he had to do something to make them happy again.

The problem for Lu Ci was that he might not even live until the calendar was reset the following year—he would only ever be known as Emperor Yongchen.

Zhang Yifan’s anger stemmed from something else. When he first arrived in Shuangjiang City, He Xiaoxiao had been kidnapped and nearly met with disaster. Now, Hu Lei had been reduced to this state?

Chen Yuan was deep in thought throughout the journey, his mind filled with memories of the giant demonic corpse from last night and the man named Xie Wushuang.

Leading them was a man built like a black tower. He sat on his horse, his blade-like gaze sweeping across the chaotic camp. The men behind him stepped forward to interrogate the group, asking if they had seen any strangers coming from the direction of Qiuling County.

Then, while you were recovering from your injuries, he cultivated the atmosphere around you, performing acts beneficial to the common people—repairing official roads, inviting merchants, reforming state-run kilns, and a whole series of other measures.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Chen Yutong retorted bluntly to this young man who clearly thought himself dashing, her stubborn gaze shifting back to Qin Chen in an instant.

Some turned and ran, while others, eyes gleaming, grabbed their weapons and charged headlong at the incoming black dragon.

After Feng Yuanchen and Feng Qian were seated, Elder Qi took a careful look at Feng Qian. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly walked over to grab Feng Qian’s wrist to examine him.

This was initially a self-deprecating remark from the Old Madam, but it was also a veiled interrogation of Long Linfei.

A metallic clang rang out as the slender blade of Luosha struck the transparent white boulder with precision. Yet, just as before, the boulder only sustained a shallow scratch; it was still a long, long way from splitting apart.