The Power of the People Truly Is Great

"Flander?"

Flander suddenly heard someone calling him and instinctively shifted his attention.

"Erlong!"

Delight appeared on Flander's face. At last, he had seen Liu Erlong, the woman who had haunted his dreams.

Surges of excitement welled up in his heart. He wished he could rush over right now and give Liu Erlong a loving embrace.

When the sudden upheaval broke out during the Soul Master Tournament, he had caught a distant glimpse of Liu Erlong. But at the time, someone had already been chatting happily with her.

To avoid a conflict between his side and that person, he could only suppress the longing in his heart.

But now...

This was not the time to reminisce!

Because he saw a figure standing behind the four Nether Flood Dragons...

"It's fine now, but I took a palm strike, so I'll need to recuperate for half a month longer than last time," Xia Zihan said.

Unfortunately, Chu Lin did not cooperate much with Mu Nuanxi. After that, it was basically the teacher and Mu Nuanxi asking and answering questions, while Mu Nuanxi likewise said nothing about the fight or the police station.

It was good that Xiaoxiao was all right. Perhaps that was the luckiest thing that had happened today. Lin Luoyu thought so, yet he still could not shake the sense of loss welling up from deep inside.

Sang Han's fingers flew over the keys as he said, "Just logged in. I'm chasing them." Having awakened only a few days ago, his body had already recovered fifty or sixty percent at an astonishing rate. It seemed all that mountain-load of food he usually ate had not gone to waste.

His palm lay open, and a box of condoms rested conspicuously in it. His eyes were fixed on her, his gaze shifting as though he were deliberately tempting her.

I walked the whole way without encountering any danger. It seemed that whatever lurked in the shadows was deeply afraid of those two coffins—or rather, of their owner.

That logic was like saying a plate used for breakfast could just be used again for dinner. Harry's mouth twitched.

Just as Xia Zihan was deep in thought, a childish voice she hated to the bone rang out.

The Song Family members also entered. The moment Song Li saw Lu Yanshan, she rushed over, wanting to say something, but the court bailiffs stopped her.

The two then landed on the ground. Yin Zikai set her down, then pressed his body over hers. Hua Yuxiang panicked, but she could not move at all and could only submit to his actions.

In later generations' understanding, the Dragon Boat Festival had always been a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. Because Qu Yuan had thrown himself into the river and died for his country on this day, it had also gained an added layer of patriotic significance.

The collapsing mountain buried the robot factory. T47's first stronghold in the star cluster was destroyed by the power of nature.

Han Qiang did not feel much discomfort either. He nodded and said, "My lord speaks truly. I was promoted from the ranks precisely because I killed the Tatars. The one who promoted me was Commander Nie." As he spoke, a hint of nostalgia unconsciously appeared in his eyes, and even the way he referred to himself changed without his noticing.

Afterward, she placed several items beside the campfire, on the ground covered with special fabric.

"Erlang, could you teach us some of those fighting skills you used just now?" Ruan Tong did not dwell on the matter and instead made this request. He had seen clearly that Yang Zhen's fighting style had been highly methodical. Though it looked simple, it was incomparably fierce.

His duel with Sophia had been going on for some time. In Roy's eyes, that enormous sword, long and broad, seemed to grow larger and heavier. An invisible pressure gradually enveloped his entire body.

A beam of white light pierced his skull, and his head exploded with a bang. Boss Xiao screamed and fainted. The quasi-Emperor-class Robot reached maximum speed. Su Lin caught Boss Xiao, while the fragments of the meat cleaver suspended in midair became crystalline and fully energy-based. They leaped through the air several times, and several Flying-class Killers died as well.

At this moment, the center of the tower's first floor was already littered with Inner Disciples crying out in pain. One could see long needles gleaming with silver light firmly embedded in their bodies.