Striking First

"Ruoyu is so photogenic." Wang Yan exclaimed sincerely in the livestream room, her words drawing a chorus of agreement from the staff.

After the grand award ceremony, Zhang Ruofeng was surrounded by a tight cluster of reporters. This newly crowned MVP of the high school league captured the vast majority of the camera flashes.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that his first time with Shanshan would happen under such circumstances.

Just as he put down the phone, Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, Yanzi walked over carrying a cup, placed the tea on the table, and seeing Lin Mu resting his eyes with a fatigued expression, she stepped behind him and gently massaged his temples.

"Count me in too!" Being at a disadvantage in numbers, Big Honey decided it was better to go with the flow.

For the Jiang family, the past two days had slipped away like a white horse passing a crevice, fleeting and swift; time was like shifting sand between one's fingers, impossible to hold onto no matter how hard one tried. Jiang Dong looked even more emaciated. Two consecutive nights of nightmares had completely drained the life from his eyes, leaving the flame of his life flickering on the verge of extinction.

The entering Maokai activated his Gargoyle Stoneplate, causing his size to swell drastically. Then, his Q ability, Bramble Smash, swept casually toward the BF team members. Soon after, he was also stunned by Gragas's E ability, and subsequently focused down by the continuous fire of the BF team.

This meant that people in ancient times already had a certain understanding of the soul! Coupled with the flourishing state of Daoist magic back then, ghosts and spirits must have been quite common. Then came the question: where did those souls inside the puppets come from? Why were they placed there? What were they guarding?

Roland let out a scream, hurriedly covered her face, and stared at Ye Yaotiao with an incredulous look, her face flushed red with anger.

Liu Jiacheng immediately stood up and walked over. Tang Wei glanced around and stood up to follow them.

Blood-red liquid dripped within the subterranean hall, carrying terrifying corrosiveness that devoured the underground rocks piece by piece, sending chills down one's spine.

However, this was not a modern advanced hunting rifle, but an antique style. Before firing each shot, one had to pour gunpowder and iron pellets down the barrel, and after every single shot, it required a long, tedious process of tinkering before it could be used again.

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Greenbird's face was covered in a mess of tears and snot; she gave it a casual wipe with her sleeve and then continued to howl and cry.

Looking upward, the light likewise extended toward a river, yet it was bizarrely broken in the middle, letting the river water flow past.

Whenever this term crossed his mind, Nangong Zheng could not help but picture that nightmarish scene, shivering to the absolute extreme.

"For the sake of Eldest Sister, I won't charge today!" Meiga said as she walked out the door, grabbing a handful of snow to wash her hands. Suddenly, Snow Eagle and the now-grown Sheng'er walked out from the path behind the tent and, seeing her approach, leaned against her feet.

From afar, Li Jiuming felt his entire blood flow spiral out of control, dropping to his knees in terror and groveling. Even on the North Island three nautical miles away, countless supernatural beings, mercenaries, and even magical beasts felt a terror originating from the depths of their souls, making even breathing exceedingly difficult.

Yet how easy would it be to obtain evidence against this man close to Old Jiang? With no other choice, Bureau Chief Mao had to seek out the Eldest Young Master, hoping to secure his assistance in unearthing this insider close to Old Jiang.

Because what appeared before him was not the ordinary rock he had envisioned, but a piece of jadeite wrapped in merely a thin layer of stone skin.

The most crucial thing was that these people were kneeling here as if bewitched, unable to be pulled up no matter what. If this were to spread, it would undoubtedly hit tomorrow's headlines, and he might even lose his official cap as vice president.

He had originally thought it to be an ordinary monster core, but when Zheng Taihua's gaze fell upon that purple monster core, his eyes lit up and he stared at it fixedly.

She kissed too fiercely, bumped her teeth, and let out an "ao-wu" cry as she clutched her mouth, tears welling up from the pain.

Murong Fei strode forward rapidly, walking from the outside into the main hall, and reported to Murong Feng with fists cupped.

Yet, after all, she had once made an agreement with Ma Zhenzhen. After some hesitation, Madam Ma decided to consult Ma Zhenzhen first before making a decision.

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Minors in Great Xia were not yet permitted to use optical brains, so their four-dimensional experiences were limited strictly to movie theaters.

At that moment, Ma Zhenzhen was pestering her again, asking what kind of person Madam Ma truly was and when she would be able to meet her.

The moment Lin Feng raised his eyes, he recognized the beast before him as a Tier 2 High-Grade beast, the Purple-Blazing Flame-Tongued Wolf, listed in the Monster Registration Records.

Whether it was blueprints for warships, new weaponry, or simply mechanical diagrams for which there was no immediate use.

Seeing that his grandfather was exceptionally happy, Wei Ziqing hadn't the heart to stop him. As he drank and chatted with Ye Chen, the bottle of wine was emptied before they knew it.

Anyone visiting a temple for the first time would feel a subtle sense of wrongness. The four wooden statues were actually all facing backward, with their faces pressed against the walls of the earth temple.

"It is simply too late to bring up these matters now; I can no longer turn back," Yanfei said with a desolate expression.

Four young men appeared before them, seemingly in their early twenties, and ought to have been college students.

Perhaps cultivators hearing this would find it laughable: cultivators who paid no heed to science in all things were actually seeking the help of "science"?

Though the clarity was average, every single strand of hair, every expression, every fold of clothing, and every blade of grass and tree in the surroundings was exact down to the fraction, looking precisely as though captured by a camera.

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