Volume 1, Chapter 51: Whether It Is or Not, Why Not Just Ask and Find Out

Taking advantage of the brief gap while the opponent was reloading and before the others could sweep their submachine guns across, Xiao Yunfei raised his hand and pulled the trigger toward the corridor. "Bang, bang, bang..." A rapid series of gunshots rang out, and more men were hit and collapsed to the ground, blood flowing freely.

What on earth was Gu Xian trying to do? What was his real intention? Lin Yumeng felt as though her brain was failing her, completely unable to guess Gu Xian's purpose, and walked toward the inner courtyard with a blank expression.

"If you like it, I can make one for you too. You just need to go down to the riverbed to pick out the stone yourself, and then I will carve it for you," Zhang Donghai said with a smile.

Although Xi'er's alluring and pretty face still wore a seductive smile today, her eyes were filled with solemnity. She quietly entered a room—with heaven knows how many hidden sentries watching outside the door—and after closing the door, she began her bath.

"Oh dear, look, look, you are being far too polite, Junior Brother Master," the short, stout man said, though he eagerly reached out and took the *Miraculous Gate Escaping Techniques* into his hands.

Xu Qianru radiated an overwhelming, tyrannical aura. Though she knew no martial arts, she still managed to cow several martial arts masters into docile obedience. She had no idea how much trouble this single sentence would bring to Meng Fan, nor how much trouble it would bring upon herself. But right now, she had made it clear: Meng Fan was her man, and nobody could stop her.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Fang Jingrui called out to stop her from behind. Cao Liangjin reacted and quickly turned back to walk with her.

"Boom—" With a loud explosion, a grenade detonated, and several vehicles parked behind caught fire. The people inside hurriedly opened the doors and scrambled out, terrified that the next second would turn them into toast.

"You—didn't you escape from Flower City? How dare you show your face here?" Song Yuanyuan widened her eyes as far as they would go, leaving just a tiny slit through which she carefully scrutinized Lin Yumeng.

Meng Fan scrambled to his feet, only to be brought down by another move, pinned to the ground once more. Su Yun泽 effortlessly toppled him again, then withdrew his foot, showing not the slightest trace of intended insult.

Zhao Yan, however, stared with a perplexed expression at every move he made, examining the items placed on the table. Aside from an ivory seal, most of the objects were deeds of property and the like. Seeing these things did not resolve Zhao Yan's doubts; instead, they deepened his confusion.

A few grassland barbarians actually dared to utter such wild boasts. Zhang Wujiu glanced at the spur emblem on the waist token. This place turned out to be a clandestine outpost of the Great Yan Brocade Guard, though unfortunately there was no news of Qingfeng and his companion. For now, his only option was to find a local snake to continue gathering information.

The so-called forbearance brings peace and calm. Since the opponent had already unleashed their ultimate move, and such a formidable one at that, knowing full well he couldn't beat them, it was better to take a few steps back and wait until their ultimate move cooled down before returning.

The Prince of Luo was slightly startled, gazing fixedly at him for a moment before suddenly bursting into loud laughter. Averting his gaze, he closed his eyes and murmured softly, "I only hope I do not betray my original aspiration!" He lowered his head to stare at his tightly clenched hands, an unreadable expression on his face, though an overwhelming desolation emanated from his entire body.

The enhancement of a game character's strength boils down to three aspects: level, equipment, and skills.

The large-caliber artillery shells lacking any electronic guidance devices, upon entering the magnetic field range of the forest, would experience a drastic drop in flight speed. They fell as slowly as drifting leaves, descending gently without a single echo, posing zero threat to anyone or the forest itself.

"Very well, I wonder if today is acceptable? We are planning to retreat tomorrow and wish to take them back today!" said the Elf Elder. The war in the north had already ignited, and they had very little time left.

Before Li Chenfeng could savor the thought, a voice suddenly echoed from not far away, giving him a tremendous fright.

And by the time they recovered their vitality and wished to attempt such a feat once more, they would be astonished to discover that this continent had long since been controlled by a single faction, leaving them with no such opportunities ever again.

"Yang Du, the grandson of Elder Yang. Among the currently serving senior leaders of China, Elder Yang's authority is second only to the First and Second Leaders. Yang Du holds a position of immense prestige and status among the Beijing princelings, ranking third among the Four Young Masters of the Capital," Er Xi replied.

"Ah, right. Perhaps you aren't entirely clear; to be precise, I came here in search of those two," Qinglin said with a faint smile, shifting his gaze toward Yunying and Beiyou.

"Mm, he was very happy," Jiang Chuo thought back to how Luo Chu used to flash a silly grin at her, causing her own face to break into a happy smile as well.

At this thought, Zhou Minggao prepared to deploy his usual routine. He put down what was in his hands, feigned sadness, and quietly slouched back into his own seat.

If his deduction was accurate, then the other companions, including Ye Yu, probably also possessed ethereal spiritual roots or pseudo-spiritual roots. With that premise, everything else fell logically into place.

Luo Chu had no idea what had gotten into her today; the moment she stepped off the plane, she headed straight to the Qi family residence, and as soon as she entered, she made things awkward for everyone.

"Look at you, don't you even know your own tolerance for alcohol? Why did you have to drink so much with them?" After setting down the bowls and chopsticks, Zhou Minggao habitually began to nag Shen Niaoniao.

Qin Lu had been sharply scolded by Old Man Lu just moments ago, and naturally harbored resentment. Now that such a golden opportunity presented itself, she had no intention of letting it slip away.

Lost in these thoughts for God knows how long, she suddenly saw Zhen Yu walking over with a handful of syringes in one hand and pushing an IV pole with the other.

The garden was vast, fully equipped with amusement facilities, and designed in a fairy-tale aesthetic. Every few steps, one would encounter figures from animation and fairy tales.

The tough guy let out a roar, then clenched his fists and threw punches in two completely different directions.

Lately, she had virtually zero chances of crossing paths with Wang Kaitai; perhaps he was deliberately avoiding her.

Putting aside Qingchen's self-reproachful inner thoughts, at this very moment, a sharp, piercing radiance enveloped his entire body.