Chapter 53: The Rat-Catching Brigade Dispatches

With that, the little sand cat reached out its paws again to hug the thigh of its master, the black-footed cat.
Struggling, it lifted one of the black-footed cat's slender front legs: [Great Rescue Worker, my master says it wants to sign up too~]
Her thigh being hugged by the little sand cat, the black-footed cat helplessly raised its paw: [Count me in.]
The little sand cat cheerfully spun around in circles, jumping up and down: [Yay! With both master and disciple joining forces, we are invincible!]
The black-footed cat's pale gold eyes—
If memory loss happened to anyone else, it would be normal. But ever since she was merely a soul, she had never known the Spirit Descendants, let alone experienced any loss of memory. Why would he say such a thing?
He had probably not been home for two whole days and nights; his younger sister must have been worried sick at home.
The world has its own immutable laws. In winter, nature appears desolate, but all things are actually storing up the power to burst forth. In spring, sunlight, rain, temperature—everything arrives at once, and all living things grow, full of vitality and vigor. A dead seedling will never see the light of day, but those who harbor dreams will always break through the earth.
Furthermore, without realizing it, Jiang Feng had somehow managed to draw the attention of the students in Class One, as well as those in various surrounding classes.
"Please forgive me, Senior!" Tao Yao interjected with a plea, immediately picking up the Immortal Ascension Decree and shoving it into Zhang Hao's hand.
After leaving the Cliff of Wuji abruptly, Muran's figure paused in mid-air. He suddenly crouched down, clutching his chest as he coughed up a large mouthful of dark brown blood.
Continuously slaughtering his way forward, Zhang Hao suddenly recalled a saying from his past life: To kill one is a crime, to massacre ten thousand is to be a hero. To butcher nine million makes you the hero of heroes.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into an eerie silence. All eyes turned toward Xia Ling, making her instantly feel a sense of tension and pressure.
But they had no idea why ten Void-Cave realm experts would lower their status and dignity to come to Earth just to protect Han Dong's hometown.
Further out, near the streets, tents were pitched across the open ground. Well-to-do commoners bustled in and out, trying to snap up some cost-effective household goods. Thanks to the ample supply, most people managed to find what they were looking for.
Ling Hao soared upward, effortlessly plucking the Spirit Qi Fruit, cast one deep glance at the ground beneath his feet, and immediately streaked off into the distance.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shook his head and said. What the Dragon Clan is doing is the righteous path. They transform into auspicious omens to protect the human race, and the human race honors them with offerings. There is no right or wrong in this; it is merely a transaction.
As for the one who had improved the most in strength, it had to be Xu Wuyou. After all, most of the fortuitous encounters had been won by him; as mentioned before, Duorou and the others had constantly been yielding to him.
Facing the countless shocked gazes, the towering figure raised its scepter high, sweeping it across half the dome of heaven like a strike to split the starry sky and extinguish the sun and moon as it pointed down toward Han Dong.
Jian He frowned. Amidst a faint sense of strangeness, she vaguely felt that the other person's features looked somewhat familiar. After a moment of recognition, a bolt of lightning shattered her spirit.
Mai Shiranui, despite being a popular character in The King of Fighters, did not quite match up in terms of sheer strength.
By that time, as a loyal subject of the Sun King, she too could make a comeback as his right-hand woman.
Wasn't this state of death identical to the way the cultivators of the Ye family had died in the forest the day they first arrived?
Waking up in the morning, she found herself on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar environment—a hotel room.
Emotions surged like a roller coaster. This world had experienced heavy rain, severe drought, darkness, and a sea of flowers that began to shatter the moment it was born.
Both Good-Buy's distribution channels and costs were vastly superior to theirs. Coupled with these years of online and offline expansion, the exclusive sales of Xiangnan agricultural products, and Good-Buy's unique quality-verification model, the opponents Good-Buy faced both domestically and internationally were dwindling. Perhaps in a few years, Good-Buy's only rival would be itself.
Nan Dou had no doubts; narrowing his eyes slightly, with a crisp *clang*, a crimson color rushed into his pupils, and three ink-black tomoe materialized in the depths of his eyes as he opened them to scan his surroundings.