If you want to know whether I am injured or not, you can examine it yourself.

Xiao Ming burrowed into the quilt, turned over, and faced away from him.

Ling Zhao took two steps forward and finally stopped just a step away from the bed.

Chuner and Qingzhu tactfully and silently withdrew from the room.

"Minger, you have lost weight..."

He saw her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were weeping.

Xiao Ming took a deep breath, abruptly threw off the quilt, and sat straight up. Without making a fuss or shouting, tears simply fell in a cascade as she stared at Ling Zhao with reddened eyes.

Everything he had said for so long, all those words, were by no means wild and reckless talk, but rather the result of careful and deep deliberation.

Lin Chen was definitely not an ordinary person. Pulling such a figure over to the side of the China Alliance would undoubtedly be immensely advantageous.

As for whether Chuchu of Yanjing City had managed to find the ancient martial arts supreme techniques in the wilderness, Qin Li was also eagerly awaiting the news.

Although the Hong Sect held a lofty position in the martial arts world and boasted numerous formidable experts, Qin Fan was not afraid of them, nor would he submit to Wu Zeming's threats.

At the same time, Li Qingfeng waved his left hand, transforming it into a massive Prison-Suppressing fist that radiated a golden light, channeling his metal-attribute Dao seed to collide directly with the Emperor of the Qingye Kingdom.

"This is the space of the Phoenix Divine Staff." Just as Chen Feng felt a surge of panic, a voice echoed in his mind.

"You are also a divine mentalist." Before Qin Li could finish his sentence, Qin Long interrupted him with a laugh.

Everyone understood that on the boundless surface of the ocean, this single wooden plank was their only hope of survival.

Was this Chen Feng not an immortal cultivator? How could he be so terrifyingly powerful? With a sweep of his empty palm toward them, Chen Feng sent all dozen or so divine cultivators flying. Upon hitting the ground, they discovered that the cultivation within their bodies had been sealed, reducing them to ordinary mortals devoid of any power.

At least that would be the case for the first year. Yet, playing up to this point, he had already managed to secure 14 points! Although his court time was the highest on the team, this was also the result of his own hard work. Not long after joining Brooklyn, he had already earned the full trust of the coaching staff.

Before Bai Feng could return from the left-wing wall to the fortress, Lopez had already transferred twenty fire-attribute mages who had hurriedly rushed to the fortress out to its very forefront. These fire-attribute mages had been dispatched by Marquis von Rundstedt, and they naturally would not refuse Lopez's orders.

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, harboring an urge to explain, yet feeling that any explanation would be entirely futile—or rather, that even if he explained, no one would listen. For a moment, he felt utterly disheartened and couldn't even be bothered to ask who on earth had invented that bizarre term.

"It's just that bringing these matters up now is far too late; I can no longer turn back," Yan Fei said with a despondent expression.

Yet, as a regional commander entrusted with heavy responsibilities on a major front, he could not act purely on impulse. He had no choice but to force a smile and engage in superficial pleasantries.

For children to call off an engagement was not a particularly pleasant topic of gossip among neighbors. Although Ni Jianren's behavior today was utterly scummy, given her mother's predictable temperament, she certainly wouldn't agree to break off the engagement; she would probably just mutter some muddled nonsense that completely missed the point.

And yet, what was the result? The people, in their frantic adoration, still built the Heavenly King Pagoda for him, and its height happened to exceed Otamendi's Emperor Pagoda by precisely one kilometer.

Just as the Supreme Master Tairan flew away from the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, the transmission jade slip in his storage ring flashed intermittently.

All things in the world possess a balance. As Yun Yang's superpowers continued to multiply, reaching an astonishing sixteen types, the burden on his body increased correspondingly. Recently, Yun Yang had noticed that the speed at which he acquired new superpowers was slowing down, likely due precisely to this excessive physical burden.

Fan Yanyan felt a mild headache coming on because both his identity card and passport had been confiscated by the police, rendering him completely unable to provide them. Moreover, Ouyang Xueqi did not belong to this era, making any attempt on his part to provide her name and occupation sheer nonsense.

This was a lament, as well as a heartfelt reflection and self-reproach. Ever since the outbreak of the War of Resistance, the forces north of the Yellow River had been winning consecutive victories, whereas the region south of the Yangtze River, despite having a million Nationalist troops, had fallen to massive enemy territorial losses and even the loss of the national capital, turning the National Government into a laughingstock. Of course, the Communist Party had received the support of the Northeast People's Allied Army in their combat operations.