Chapter 63: Internet Trolls: Have Some Respect for Us!

No wonder it was so fierce. It turned out to be a Level 235 War Anthem-tier monster with exceptionally formidable attributes, surpassing even certain Bosses. It was only because it was a regular monster that its domain power was much inferior; otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to deal with.

Before she could take a step, however, a hand grasped Dongfang Xin's backward-swinging arm, pulling her abruptly to his side.

Ye Feng turned around to see that the two store assistants were already drenched in sweat, and the clerk responsible for recording had already filled several scrolls with notes.

Slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash! A countless series of bites rained down, and I felt a sharp pain all over my body as my health plummeted from full down to 30%.

"Mother, I heard that the maple leaves over at West Mountain are turning red right now and the scenery is lovely. I have a plan," Xiao Yuanye said, sitting in his chair with enthusiastic interest.

"Where is this?" I looked up at the towering-to-the-clouds building, feeling somewhat curious about what lay inside.

Xiao Yuanye laughed heartily, following closely behind his elders as they strode out the door. As for the servants who had long been arranged, they hurriedly returned to their respective posts.

After a careful inspection, a sudden stir arose in Xing Fei's heart. He discovered that the body of Dongfang Jian, whom he held in his arms, had not yet completely perished in body and soul. Shattered all over, with even his meridians and internal organs smashed into pieces by the impact, a trace of lingering vitality still remained within Dongfang Jian's body.

After wrapping up everything and dealing with wave after wave of chaotic battles, it was already the middle of the night. He casually ate a bit of food and went to sleep.

Her instinctive desire for survival made her scream loudly for help. Ma Er snapped out of his trance and fumbled his way into the water, trying to grab the drifting figure, but the current was simply too rapid, leaving him to watch helplessly as she struggled and drifted away.

If you don't obey, the consequences will be very miserable. Besides, it was just wiping a shoe; they were exercising restraint and didn't put forward any overly perverted or excessive demands.

I let out a sigh. When all of this happened, I had been imprisoned in a cave by Jue Mingzi with iron chains, and I was unconscious at the time.

"Young Master Han did the right thing. It was my own negligence, and I will go find another job," Pei Pei said, weeping anew.

"So you really were the murderer?" Tang Yunyi understood everything at that moment. She glared furiously at Tang Yunqing and said coldly.

Everyone looked at each other, uncertain whether they should trust this suddenly appearing figure in black.

First calling out "Master," they then looked at each other and discovered that everyone else seemed to have completely stopped moving. Knowing this must be the work of their master's immortal magic, Parker and Sam stepped forward, bowed down, and poured out their thoughts and longing accumulated over the past decade.

Does that mean you don't have to spend your own money? Yes, when the renovation is handed over upon completion, he will give you the entire remaining thirty percent.

Looking at the excited expression on Jiang Hao's face, Lin Yan felt her own excitement rise as she picked up a bottle of red wine from the table and took a massive gulp straight from it.

"Very well." Watching Yun Lanying's superb medical skills, Qiqi felt that Yun Hongluo would recover shortly. Relieved, she swallowed the pill.

The reverence in the eyes of the Five Masters of the Sacred Medical Sect grew even more intense. Smiling Buddha Fan Yi, whose single palm could suppress mountains and rivers, was said to be one of the few people capable of keeping Zhao Qianjiao in check.

"Why are you showing me these things? What does this have to do with me?" Chen Ziyang asked Wang Lele.

"So he was the one who saved you?" Yan Kuang's gaze was ice-cold as he looked not far away, where a young man with his hands in his pockets was slowly walking over.

As the saying goes, "To shoot a horse, shoot the rider first; to capture bandits, capture the king." Ding Cheng drew the Minghong saber from his back and sliced two Qing soldiers to the ground with a single slash. Then, with a leap, he flew toward the Qing soldier commander on the broken wall.

"Mister, can I borrow your phone for a moment?" I could still recite Tao Hao's mobile phone number by heart.

Seeing that Ding Cheng's palm strike was utterly silent yet carried the force of a collapsing mountain, enveloping his entire body with nowhere to block, the old man had no choice but to withdraw his stance and retreat to dodge the sharp edge of Ding Cheng's palm force.

He wrapped one arm around my shoulder. I leaned against him quietly, feeling as though the two of us were an old married couple.

How could I possibly fear such a threat from him? I became even more unbunching and bold. His breathing grew rapid, and he freed one hand to grab my mischievous hands.

However, thinking of the wounds sustained by Daniel and Doulus, Zhang Fan's gaze flickered once more.

Although Qin Tian was formidable, it was partly because Chen Gang, Liu Rong, and Yang Xinfu were simply too weak.

He thought for a moment and chose a spot near the door to sleep. Gazing up at the myriad of stars, he remembered the lonely fireworks in the night sky from the night before, and a sudden soreness welled up in his heart.

The fat man stood stupidly under the showerhead, but his lower body had long since automatically saluted; a single hand was simply unable to suppress this instinctive act of reverence.

Pondering this, Yuan Xing's mind stirred, and the golden abacus flew straight out from his storage bag, hovering horizontally before him. He then slowly moved the abacus beads with both hands, his ten fingers flashing with cyan light while he chanted incantations aloud.

Another voice deep within his heart sneered relentlessly: Tie Qingyao dared even to slay his own imperial concubine, so would he care about a logistics unit of an armored regiment? For this self-mocking thought, the fat man chose selective deafness and ignored it.

Amidst the whispers, flames ignited once more in Xie Hui's eyes. Looking closely, they were flames unlike any other moment that night.

At this time, only about ten people were bidding, among whom four were Hu merchants. These Hu merchants spoke with great bravado; whenever an-Tang dynasty merchant called out a price, they immediately raised it by two thousand, never adding any more.

Five gray light spheres traced graceful arcs through the air, falling toward the demonic cultivator camp. Naturally unwilling to await their doom upon seeing the light spheres, those demonic cultivators either cast protective light cocoons, unleashed various defensive treasures, or charged directly forward in an attempt to escape the attack range of the spheres.

The fat man, constantly worried that some reckless pervert would rush in to stage a midnight thriller, tossed a few more large logs onto the campfire by the door to feel a bit more at ease.

From this moment on, the mental power of the Empire's No. 18 humanoid weapon—Libra—lost every last shred of its wondrous mystery.