Volume 1, Chapter 52: Organizing a Gathering, Let's All Get Together and Have Some Fun

Xie Wannian was about to step outside when she suddenly felt a shadow cast over her, and a sharp scent of alcohol hit her nose. She lifted her eyes unconsciously and saw a man with yellow-dyed hair, the letters "SX" shaved into the side of his head.

He wore a short-sleeved shirt with a sleeveless vest casually thrown over it, revealing muscular arms covered in sprawling tattoos.

A rare opportunity to pass the ball arrived, but the route was too obvious, making it easy for the Paraguayan defenders to anticipate.

At that moment, Cech seemed to short-circuit; he intended to kick the ball with his foot, but as he switched from hand to foot, the ball slipped away.

It first dropped, then soared through the night sky... Her mind went blank, and for a moment, she forgot everything.

Originally, she was in high spirits upon seeing his victory, thinking about the previous duel agreement that had yet to be fully fulfilled. She wanted Pei Qing to set the terms to bring closure to the matter, but unexpectedly, Pei Qing didn’t take it seriously at all.

As the refugees began their journey, Lü Bu and his men also set out. This time, they were accompanying the army to Jiuyuan, escorting over ten thousand armored Han soldiers along the way. In the presence of such a large force, managing the refugees and preventing any disturbances became effortless.

Seeing that the enemy’s Zhou Yu ignored him, casually finishing the Light Sword Formation before retreating, Liu Feng smiled bitterly. Well, all that superb acting was wasted—he didn’t even glance at you.

The assistant helped Hong Jinyun and her mother into a taxi, but his smile faded as he turned back to the parking lot to retrieve his car.

Perhaps those skins taken by the opposing side were deliberately left untouched to make them think they were dealing with novices, catching them off guard.

“I don’t know. The world is vast, yet I cannot find my way home. The debt of gratitude to Warrior Xie is something I fear I can never repay in this lifetime,” Liu Bao said sadly.

Moreover, it’s worth mentioning that Mu Duan’s injuries had healed well. Though he couldn’t fight yet, after two days of rest, he had recovered enough to walk around.

Having him involved in this plan was merely to serve as a vanguard or even a scapegoat.

Everything he did was to atone for the damage Fang Yingkan had brought upon the vast Central Plains. And it was not for Fang Yingkan, nor for himself—it was for the Central Plains.

In that instant, Lou Mian seemed to clearly feel the cold aura radiating from Lu Shaochen.

At this moment, the streets of Ankang City slowly began to fill with residents. They glanced around furtively, eager to understand what had happened last night, yet careful not to be too obvious, lest they bring trouble upon themselves.

Now, she was about to depart forever. She wondered if her brother knew the truth, would he be heartbroken and sorrowful?

“Hate? It’s more than hate! It’s all your fault that I’ve become like this! I hate that I can’t eat your flesh or drink your blood!” Autumn Beauty snarled fiercely, struggling against the grasp of two nannies, venting her bitterness through curses.

Judging from the design alone, this cylinder did not resemble a proper hidden weapon. Such a pure gold cylinder, unless drawn in total darkness, would be conspicuously dazzling anywhere.

After calculating again, the fortune-teller was quite surprised. Then, she scrutinized Yun Yueyao once more and performed another divination.

Grandma Huo proudly told her that all these clothes and bedding had been washed by Xiu. Xiu had returned and just visited her, not only washing these garments and bedding but also buying laundry detergent and soap for the household...

In terms of cultivation, among the three, Xia Sheng’s mastery of the Illusion Mirror technique was undoubtedly the best. But if it came to bare-handed combat skills, Wen Ziyu had once trained in a mortal sect and naturally could hold her own.