42 (Bonus Chapter)

"Brother Xu Lei, isn't it a bit bad for us to keep breaking the rules like this?" Kuang Yi said with a grin.

Because E Team still had things to do after the match, setting aside an entire day for competition meant losing a day's opportunity to earn money from events.

A few thousand Göktürks could never reach this place. It would take at least tens of thousands, but against an army of tens of thousands of Göktürk soldiers, how could their three thousand men possibly be a match for them?

Everyone's hearts tightened at this, and they immediately thought of Tie Jiang and the others behind Feilong. No one had seen that group before, yet they could effortlessly crush opponents of the same rank. Could this conical-hat man be one of their remnants?

He truly had not changed much. Perhaps he was different from ordinary people, so the changes were slight enough that only he could sense them.

The Yin-Yang Pool had been completely covered in purple, brimming with terrifyingly violent energy. Yet not a trace leaked out; compressed by the light barrier, it shot straight toward Qin Yun.

"Movies don't guarantee profits, but I also have the right to choose projects more likely to make money." Zhang Yingxia smiled, making his refusal quite clear.

The feed switched to the backstage area. TSM Team's fans gradually began leaving, while those who remained waited quietly. Curious about the interviews that would follow, they stayed in their seats to watch the interview footage.

"I, Ning Hao, am not an opponent who can be dealt with so easily." Ning Hao sneered.

The leader thought to himself, if the meat captured by the human race were all roasted like this before being eaten, would it not taste a hundred times better than raw bloody flesh? After eating the fire-roasted venison, his belly felt incomparably warm, without even a hint of bloodiness.

At those words, the bearded man holding the greatsword changed expression. A dark glint flashed across his hand, and when they looked again, the extraordinary greatsword had vanished. He then swiftly turned and walked out of the room.

Brother Pig hung his head, constantly fiddling with the cards in his hand, having not even heard who had said that.

Everyone watched Wang Zhipeng, who was undergoing Hydrotherapy, with solemn expressions. As soon as they learned that Wang Zhipeng and the others had been attacked and severely injured, they immediately left the auction house and rushed nonstop to the Wang Family residence.

But Consort Yi should have been in the Cold Palace. How had she ended up hiding beneath the Empress Dowager's chambers in a secret passage, neither human nor ghost, surviving alone for more than two years?

The phone in my pocket rang. I did not answer it and walked straight toward the door. As I rose, I held the phone against my chest, and in its reflection I happened to see that the man in the baseball cap behind me had also stood up and followed me out.

"Lion King, there's no need to be so polite... Where should we go now? Do you know the way?" Jiang Yuhan asked.

Wei Wushuang galloped through Sea-Viewing City on horseback and saw many warriors racing through the streets, a scene completely unlike before. The townspeople stared at these hurried warriors in astonishment, not knowing what major event had occurred.

The remaining mages and more than three thousand Qing Army soldiers waited quietly. The surroundings were utterly peaceful, with only the faint sound of wind rustling the leaves.

Was that so? If that were true, it would be easy to handle! As long as they were truly recluses with no identification, then so what if they died? No one would know anyway! Chen Tianming thought this after hearing Zhou Yan's words.

Xia Haoran personally caught a late second-rank peak wild ox. They cleaned and roasted it on the spot, and the two people and one fox ate until their mouths gleamed with grease and their bellies bulged.

The proprietress took her in and promised that she would only perform, never sell her body. She also sent her cousin to Mount Qingcheng to study swordsmanship.

If others gave me an inch of respect, I would return them a foot; but if others offended me, what awaited them would be my thunderous retaliation.

Upon hearing this, everyone praised the dancer for her cleverness. With a single sentence, she had not only found a good excuse for her own ugly behavior, but had also lavishly praised Young Master Xuan.

But for Zhao Zixian, it was no small matter. When he saw all those zeros, and every one of them was in his own account, he knew that his father's son had truly become rich—filthy rich.

The reason they appeared here was that the families and financial groups behind them wanted to use Freemasonry's high-end platform to exchange for, or pair with, more and better equity institutions.

"At noon today, the Second Young Master had someone push him out for some fresh air. It was only in the afternoon that we discovered he was gone," the person beside him replied stiffly.

Blackstone came from the Western world. From humans to familiars, he had experienced countless legends and witnessed innumerable bizarre powers, but he had never heard of a human being capable of reaching such a level.

Luo Chu had some complaints in his heart about Beiming Yao's inaction, but he would not voice them and increase the conflict between the two sides. After balancing the various forces in White-Tide City for so many years, he had long become exceedingly shrewd.

Back then, when the artifact spirit could sense Qiao Xue outside the bamboo garden, she had already thought it impressive. She never expected that after breaking through to the fourth level of Body Tempering, the artifact spirit could even sense Beiming Hong and Xuanyuan Xun without being discovered.

Even Gu Xiran, Zhou Shiyue, and the other person who heard this could not help suddenly laughing aloud. For a moment, the dormitory atmosphere became much better.

The people guarding outside let the four of them enter. The gymnasium was already packed with people—or rather... there were people, vampires, and many wounded as well.

"Of course there is. Everyone gets a share. Mother said you're one of us." Dong Ling answered naturally, then went to get something else.

Feng Luoyu snorted coldly. Pure white spiritual power suddenly exploded within the Half-Moon Bear's sea of consciousness, and in almost an instant, the purplish-black mental power dissipated completely.