The Homecomer

This Reverie proceeded faster than any before it. There was no squabbling among the kings, nor were there incompetent officials shifting blame onto one another.

Rather than a meeting, it was more like a one-sided announcement.

The meeting covered many matters, including the abolition of slavery, human rights, trade, environmental protection, and public welfare.

This day was regarded as the prelude to the end of the Great Pirate Era, as well as the opening curtain of the great Era of Reform.

I burrowed into Ran Sui's arms, breathing in the pleasant scent of medicine. Goodness, my brother was still the gentlest. He was far easier to deal with than that violent Young Palace Lord. Pah, pah, pah. I'd only just escaped the Young Palace Lord; I didn't want to remember those terrifying years of my youth again.

"Otherwise, you'll lose terribly." I spoke coldly, returning every word of Bai Yue's earlier humiliation without omission.

The moment he caught that intense smell of alcohol, he noticed it. It was different from the scent carried by ordinary drunks.

He was aware of the situation and knew that His Highness seemed to want to tame these vicious dogs raised by the World Government. As an excellent subordinate, he naturally had to cooperate.

Yellow Dragon nodded, preparing to investigate what had happened. But the moment he saw me emerge from behind Mei Niang, he was overcome with terror.

There was only one goal in causing trouble: to add a little color to the Third Hokage's Hokage Rock.

I led my horse around the streets for a while, then chose a clean and elegant-looking inn to stay in. After several days on the road, I bathed and changed clothes, then lay down on the bed and slept until dawn without even dreaming.

Chen Haoran licked his scarlet lips. The Six Spirits Art was pushed to its limit, and his strength had now reached three hundred jin.

Oh my, I thought I was suited for planning work. After my guidance, the prospective fathers-in-law who had shared a table that day agreed to compete fairly and chose today for their daughters' promotional showcase.

Iron Man flipped up his steel faceplate and looked at Ivan Vanko, who was trapped inside the wrecked cockpit.

With a sweep of his hand, countless fiery ghostly hands burst from the ground and grabbed at the Demon Dragon, while countless balls of flame flew toward the Demon Dragon from the front.

Yet under such circumstances, some rather inappropriate thoughts flashed through Peter's mind.

They had originally thought that so many zombies would at least cause Su Bai some trouble.

A clear trail of bloody footprints on the living room floor, faint bloodstains on the doorknob, and somewhat disordered footprints beneath the corridor were all revealed one by one.

Not only did the relatives on Mom's side look down on them, even the relatives on Dad's side looked down on their family as well.

"Defense, please continue your questioning." Gunt came back to his senses. When he faced Karl Laitman again, he was clearly at a disadvantage, as though he, rather than Laitman, were the one being questioned.

Ming Xin was in a foul mood. He had long told his senior brother, the abbot, to spruce up the Buddhist sect's outposts in various places, but he refused to listen. Now they had all run away, hadn't they?

At the time, Her Majesty was still the Empress of the Central Palace. No matter how much she doted on the child, it would not have been proper for her to leave the palace lightly to attend the ceremony, so she appointed Nanny Wang.

They would travel and sightsee along the way, slowly heading north. During that time, they would send letters to the capital so the household would know how they were doing.

Ye Yaotiao pointed at the driver in the front row. Director Lin had no choice but to put on an act as he walked to the driver's seat, took out his phone, and shone its flashlight on the face of the driver pretending to be unconscious.

The player in the false nine position casually passed the ball toward his feet. Zhao Hao suddenly let out a thunderous roar, launched himself into the air, and used every ounce of strength to volley the ball.

The masked youth remained expressionless, but the camera captured the determination in his eyes—a fleeting flash of resolve.

"The shackles can still be used?" Xu Qingyun was secretly delighted. With a thought, he gathered the mysterious aura on the shackles and swung it forward.

Finally, near noon, the three of them saw a dazzling blaze of fiery red racing along the road ahead, followed by a group of people.