Volume One, Chapter 37: The Law of Survival

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I practically burst out of the dormitory building and hurried into the alley beside it.

I cautiously poked my head out and watched until Sister Yuzhu came rushing out of the stairwell in a panic.

She stared at the darkness surrounding the factory, her tear-filled eyes brimming with terror.

Of course she was looking for me, and of course I could not let her find me...

After standing there dazed for a moment, she dashed out of the stairwell toward the factory gate.

I never made a sound. I merely drew myself in tighter, making sure she would not notice me when she returned.

When she finally came back, she looked as though her soul had been torn from her body...

Step by step, she stumbled forward. As she entered the stairwell, she leaned against the wall and collapsed...

At that moment, Red-Eyes, who had been pestering Kikyo all the way, spoke up. After learning through the team channel that Su Yuan was in Maple Village—the village where Kikyo lived—Red-Eyes had insisted on coming along with her.

Kikyo seemed to hesitate for a moment before walking over slowly. She glanced at the way the two of them were sitting and at the round stool. People of this era still sat formally on their knees, and furniture of this strange sort, at least in Kikyo’s eyes, did not yet exist.

“I’m the head of the Italian Mafia. I have far too many enemies; any one of them could try to take revenge on me,” Wilson said with a bitter smile.

Obviously, Su Yuan, who was merely five-star, was bargaining with the Era Tree, which had one foot in the forbidden realm. He was simply borrowing the prestige of the Imperial Armament, since the Era Tree had seen Imperial Armaments before.

But Durant had summoned McGrady over precisely so that McGrady could challenge him one-on-one. Naturally, he would not use such a method.

When Douglas saw that James had no intention of asking for the ball, he was utterly bewildered. What was he supposed to do? The boss did not want the ball anymore—how was he supposed to play? He needed an answer urgently.

Yet this crude and straightforward style of play was enough to carry the Thunder to the top of the Western Conference, which seemed utterly unbelievable.

Qin Yan had seen this kind of script—where teamwork allowed the weaker side to defeat the stronger—more than once. He could say with confidence that this was precisely the kind of play he feared least.

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Wearing a tank top and shorts, I followed the Devil out of the barracks with the toiletries I had prepared. Not far away stood a row of faucets for washing up, with dozens of mercenaries crouched beside them, washing their faces and brushing their teeth. We went over, filled a basin, and carried it aside.

After a few cups of wine, the brothers finally let go of their worries and began rambling. Du Gou and Jing Ye continued venting their dissatisfaction with Liu Rengui, while Cheng Huailiang kept teasing Qin Huaiyu. In the end, there was still some regret, and Huaiyu understood Cheng Huailiang, occasionally offering him a few words of comfort.

Lan Fenghuang had already recovered, but living among the Han people on Ox-Back Mountain made her somewhat uncomfortable. Fortunately, Ren Yingying had arrived, allowing her to continue serving the sect master.

He glared at the fixed teleport operator inside Bicheng City with a pair of blood-red eyes. He looked like a lone wolf driven from its territory—ferocious, yet carrying an indescribable air of pitiful disarray.

Using this Starforce Pill would result in severe aftereffects. Back then, in those ruins, Gu Yun had practically been carrying half the Dexterity Sect on his shoulders. He could not afford to suffer a serious injury, which was why he had endured everything without using even a single pill.

Xu Hanyang had met the young lady from the Zhao family once and had been thoroughly satisfied. He urged his parents to settle the marriage immediately after the spring planting, claiming that this would put his mind at ease and allow him to prepare for the autumn student examination.

For a time, three figures crossed and recrossed in midair. Most people could not even make out the trajectories of their attacks. Only a few powerful individuals could see that Feng Lengyue had held the upper hand throughout the battle, suppressing both the Blood Demon Sect Master and the Yinsha Sect Master.

Li Shuyi looked around warily, both hands already resting on the hilts of her swords. Yet she could not locate the source of the voice. It was extremely strange, seeming to come from directly in front of her and yet also from every direction at once.

In 1862, the first year of the Tongzhi era, Li Hongzhang led his forces to southern Jiangsu to suppress the Taiping Army. Ding Ruchang subsequently joined Cheng Xueqi’s forces in battle and was incorporated into the Huai Army.

At that moment, Sweet Potato also noticed Li Tianfeng’s condition and began roaring incessantly. During this period—especially after the ordeal of crossing the tribulation over the sea—he had already come to regard Li Tianfeng as a friend.

He was going to play the part of a wastrel himself and put on a proper display. Since two hundred thousand had already been poured into it, he was only one step away from achieving his grand performance. There was no need to begrudge the remaining money; those few hundred thousand amounted to less than one-thousandth of his current income.

Kusakabe was not weak. With the support of the Songstress Technique, in particular, she could bring out two hundred percent of her strength.

Lu Chen glanced at Yamanaka Erbi, curious about what the people of the Imperial Way faction wanted him to do for them. Although those people were destined to fail, he could still milk them for benefits while they retained a little real authority.

But faced with Wu Bihua’s completely unreasonable claims, she poured out every grievance she had been holding inside.

Leng Yue acknowledged her and left at once. The disgust in her heart had grown even stronger. She had sensed the way Xiao He looked at her just now, and that gaze filled her with revulsion.

“Contestant Number One, Jun Wuqing. Please identify the following medicines.” As soon as the judge finished speaking, more than a dozen medicinal herbs appeared before him, all of different varieties.

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Yaga broke free from Panda’s embrace and shot Shoko a vicious glare before taking out his phone and making a call.

Before the man had even been welcomed through her family’s door, he had been taken away again. Su Qingyuan twisted her handkerchief tightly, blaming only the Poison Doctor’s overwhelming reputation.

The shirt was torn straight in half this time. No matter how she tried to cover herself, she could not manage it. Her face flushed scarlet with panic, and scalding tears were forced from her eyes.

“You may not believe me, but I’ve never studied design. I’m just very good at drawing, and I’m also very good at making clothes!” Whenever Su Qian spoke of this, she could not help straightening her chest proudly.

“Enough!” Dong Zhanyun was made so embarrassed by his words that he hurriedly shook his head. “That flattery of yours has gone far enough.”

Guo Pinlan nodded as well. “What a coincidence—I feel the same way...”

Dong Zhanyun was rendered speechless by the retort.

This golden giant held an ancient golden war hammer in one hand and stood ten thousand zhang tall! Its feet pressed against the earth while its head touched the blue heavens. Divine light spread in all directions, radiating boundless heavenly might!

“What was that request you made just now that caused Hans to make such a fuss?” Wang Zeming asked.

At the sound of the knock, Peng Mo’s hazy desire instantly cleared. She hurriedly wriggled out of Jin Xiuchen’s arms, her face so flushed it looked ready to bleed. With a pair of limpid eyes, she stared at him, seeming both coyly reproachful and resentful.

“Roar!!!” Taowu let out an angry bellow. Swaying its enormous head, it glared viciously at the burly man and paced slowly around him, growling under its breath without pause.

“The Earth Army’s White Dove Warrior Banner? Where is it now?” Xiao Menglou was astonished that he had failed to realize this earlier.

Whether she was sleeping rough beneath the open sky, riding until her palms were rubbed raw, or moving alongside the hidden guards, there was no trace left of the bearing of a noble princess.

Dong Zhanyun had finally managed to finish a whole vat of wine when Lin Ke’er suddenly kicked him in the backside. He staggered and plunged headfirst into the wine jar... What followed was a barrage of kicks to Dong Zhanyun’s rear, including several from Yu Qingqiong.

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