Volume 1, Chapter 41: Death to Anyone Who Stands in My Way!

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I used pre-purchased colored markers to draw a few bruises on my face—the kind where even my own brother wouldn't recognize me.
Then, I put on a face mask and glasses, and changed into an innocent-looking pair of overalls.
Looking in the mirror, I actually looked quite refined and scholarly.
"Chen Hui," I stared at my reflection, "you can do this..."
With that, I shouldoped the pre-packed backpack and headed straight downstairs from the hotel.
As I walked out, the front desk owner stared at me intently. Obviously, he didn't recognize me either, probably wondering who I was and when I had slipped into his hotel.
That was precisely the effect I wanted.
I watched from afar as that honest man was being beaten...
"Liu Fang has Tier 3 Earth-type abilities; Liu Zichen has Tier 3 Water-type abilities and Tier 3 Lightning-type abilities," the system replied.
Leaning against the car window by the dining table, I took out a steaming hotpot and placed it on the table, turning on the electric burner to keep it heating. Then, I took out an unfinished flask of milk tea, sipping it while looking out the window.
Back then, the Imperial Father doted solely on Consort Donggo. The birth mother whom he had only met a few times lived in melancholy, finding it difficult even to force a smile. Eventually, grief settled deep in her heart, leading to an untimely death.
The match between Happy and Tyranny was undoubtedly the most anticipated of this round, and the television broadcast had also chosen this game to air.
This dragon walked on all fours and had two wings growing from its back, presenting a bizarre appearance that combined ferocity with majesty.
"Erha" was Guan Peng's evaluation of Douglas after using the Insight skill. The system wouldn't lie; his skills were uniformly trashy—to say nothing of firearms, he didn't even possess basic hand-to-hand combat techniques. The word "cowardly" further proved that he was merely an all-talk champion.
As soon as she left, the imperial kitchen staff scrambled up from the floor, downing several bowls of cold well water before they could finally steady their trembling legs.
"What did the Grand Princess say? Isn't the Third Prince of Nanling dead?" Grand Court Minister Ji Liang asked the question on everyone's mind.
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Suddenly, I felt a strange movement at my right leg. Turning my head, I saw a hunting beast biting my trouser leg and dragging it to the side.
However, in the team competition, Happy's players had now fully adapted to the newly buffed characters. Thanks to the special nature of the dual-core command, their coordination with the new Lord Grim was becoming increasingly smooth, yet they ultimately suffered defeat due to substandard healing support.
"This happened half a month ago, hasn't it? Why is it only being exposed now?" Upon seeing the trending search, Jiang Chun contacted Ye Qian.
With that, he stepped aside to let Mo Jingxuan enter first. He could well imagine Xue Xuening's reaction upon seeing him.
Those departed souls were mostly captured and stowed away into his pouch before they even had time to reveal their faces.
Some of them were residents of Qianmu Town, some had come drawn by reputation, and others were registered martial artists.
Feng Lingxue gave her a reassuring look, then calmly walked to the center of the drill ground and stopped, standing in opposing position to the veteran General Qiu.
It felt like an existence that had been forgotten for a very long time was suddenly rediscovered; that indescribable joy was impossible to express in words.
Unless the majority of the native beasts were dealt with, the martial academy and the beast faction could not break out into an all-out war, because both sides feared a loss of strength, which would make it even harder to seize benefits within the native beasts' territory.
Lin Xia bit her lower lip. From the man's tone, she knew he was angry, but for a moment she couldn't articulate her thoughts. Subconsciously, she wanted to keep her distance from him and avoid any excessive entanglement; in truth, she was simply afraid she would lose control and sink so deep into it that she wouldn't be able to extricate herself.
Pausing for a moment, Chen Meng simply looked at him quietly and stopped speaking. She understood him; despite his robust physique, he was actually a very shy person at heart.
Riding the Wind watched silently from behind as the captain expressionlessly completed these operations, a line of cold sweat inevitably beading on his forehead.
Xizi spread his wings and soared, taking advantage of flight to evade those wave-like white light sword blades. He knew his mission very well and would never waste too much energy on Kunt. Circling around in a wide arc, Kunt finally exhausted a surge of divine power and plummeted toward the ground.
When Xiao Shaohua went to the restroom, he passed a fellow three rows away from his seat, likely an engineering and technology major because he was wearing a helmet and glasses for entering holographic scenarios, seemingly conducting some rough weapon application calculations. He glanced curiously, finding it rather reminiscent of a first-person shooter game.
In any case, there was certainly no scenario where a Sentinel lay flat out on a white hospital bed like this, silent, motionless, and completely unconscious.
After three rounds of drinks, the three scoundrels had already reached an agreement: Dong Zhuo would attack the North Gate, Lü Bu would attack the East Gate, and Cao Cao would strike the South Gate. After defeating Zhang Xiu, they would divide Wan City into three parts.
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As for poaching his own father's turf, he didn't feel anything was inappropriate about it. Even brothers should clear their accounts, and the same applied to poaching from one's father.
Xiao Shaohua followed his gaze, only to see the videos in the hands of passersby being successively cut off, replaced by the words "Unable to Play." Although it lasted only a dozen seconds, some people had already recorded their screens, replaying them with relish from their photo albums during the gaps of crossing the street.
The soldier began to cough violently, but after a spell of coughing, his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had stumbled upon a treasure, and he leaped straight up from the ground.
In the eyes of many, Song Weiming's existence was actually a huge eyesore! He was clearly a man of Huaxia, yet he refused to help the Huaxia region rise, surpass the American region, and dominate the Confederation Council. Instead, using his martial might to restrict the development and growth of Huaxia, how was this any different from a traitor?
Landing, Rumble roasted two people with an angled ultimate, simultaneously blocking the retreat paths of the mid and jungle players with Troll's pillar.
Jiang Yin showed not the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if his choice were merely a simple logical problem where one executed the result once obtained, completely devoid of any emotional factors.
Qin Luqi returned home and called the S-country babe to inquire what kind of background that Song Changning actually had. The S-country babe's father was a governor and was very familiar with local power dynamics.
Yet, to have someone smash through bulletproof glass—which was sturdier than steel plates—with mere fists was simply defying common sense.
The Daoist in white was in his thirties, with the secular surname Xia. At eighteen, he entered the Sword Sect and received the Daoist name Qingxianzi. Three years ago, he responded to the world's call to descend the mountain and save the common people; half a year ago, his wife and child were murdered, and out of vengeance, he killed countless beings.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man attempted a self-detonation, but was restrained by the man's spiritual energy and rendered immobile. The man pinned him to the ground, channeling spiritual energy into him, and behold—the previously honest and mild-mannered middle-aged man transformed into a malevolent demonic cultivator, shocking everyone.
Seeing her chest still heaving up and down, looking like she was struggling to regulate her breathing, Gu Yanzhi's eyes darkened.
Yet he could completely take advantage of this event to insert himself into Jinx's network of connections, thereby pulling in even more characters.
"That's why he died. My father probably never imagined until the day he died that it was Huang Shitong who sent people to kill him." Mentioning his father, Sima Nianzu shook his head slightly.
At this moment, her hazy gaze looked up at the firmament, her complex mind recalling the past. She thought of the scenes when she once fought side by side with Yun Tianyi, reminisced about their life-and-death experiences together, and recalled the words he had said to her: I will marry you.
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