Volume 1, Chapter 37: Eat It Before It Gets Cold

Xu Que desperately wanted to destroy these records. If everything had been annihilated, how did Lubokar manage to document them?

Listening to Liang Jinyu’s words and seeing the confirmation of death marked on the record, the middle-aged supervisor from the Divine Concealment was stunned.

As for Vichy France, the Allied forces had already notified all colonies that choosing to support De Gaulle’s Free France meant becoming an ally of the Allied powers.

It was reasonable that a transmigrator would lack such things. This explanation held some merit, as Zhou Mingyi was certain that this body was indeed his own, though perhaps due to some effect caused by the transmigration, he appeared a few years younger.

If Dream Invincible, the Prince of Shu, remained unresponsive, it was highly likely that the territory of Shu would be seized by rebel forces.

As a once-glorious admiral of the Empire who had seen many high-ranking male insects, Heremis could not help but be momentarily dazed when he clearly saw the male insect before him.

After inquiring with Ling Jiheng, he learned that the types of vegetables here were similar to those of later generations, and seasonings were also fully utilized.

"Pfft." With a flick of its tongue, the creature curled up Mu Yunshang and Jiang Hao, dragging them both into its gaping, bloody maw.

"How did you discover that the bloodline of exotic creatures could be injected into human bodies?" Xu Que continued to ask.

Seemingly surprised that his former sycophant now held him in such low regard, a flash of astonishment crossed Qin Tian’s eyes.

Perhaps from the Black Wolf, the mystery that had plagued the Phantom Spirit Temple for a thousand years—the true location of the Spirit Phantom Battle Hall—could finally be unraveled.

Although the assassin was on high alert, he was caught off guard when an ethereal hand suddenly manifested and grabbed him. His expression shifted, and a flicker of shock and suspicion crossed his eyes. He immediately stabbed his dagger at the hand on his body, but the blade struck empty air. His expression remained unchanged, but he quickly let go of the dagger, turning to strike at Meng Yueyun instead.

Ximen Xueyi looked at Long Chen, observing the aura of a king directing the course of the nation, the very essence that would lead the Phantom Spirit Temple toward glory. Her eyes filled with fascination; this was the kind of man Ximen Xueyi loved most, the only one worthy of possessing her.

Behind this massive cathedral was a staircase structure split into two levels. The lower level was likely some sort of prison, while the upper level contained living quarters and the like, so Calis headed upstairs without a second thought.

Qiu Hanning also launched her attack, evolving the "Three Thousand Falling Snow Technique." Petals of snow appeared, each one imbued with her own Saint-level laws, sweeping forth like a terrifying blizzard that shook the void.

Ye Feng took a shower and changed into clean clothes, only then feeling significantly more relaxed and at ease.

He should not have been so arrogant. If he had been more careful and discreet with his cultivation, his Imperial Father would never have discovered the affair between him and Piaopiao. Thinking back, ever since Concubine Xue had repeatedly summoned Piaopiao to the palace, it had been a trap set by his father. Poor fool that he was, he had dove straight in without realizing it.

Jide walked in after a few steps. Seeing that everyone had returned late today, he had come from his room to the shop, and upon stepping over the threshold, he happened to hear Baozhu and the others talking, so he stood quietly at the door to listen.

Mistress Wang took the braised pork out of the pot and served it on a plate. She untied her apron and smiled, asking Baozhu to tell Runze and the others to move the tables and chairs for dinner.

The young master found it amusing; such a withered old man actually called himself "The Only Immortal"! The name was bizarre and mismatched, and although the old man’s cultivation had reached the Divine Transformation stage, it still sounded quite strange.

This telepathic message was naturally from Huangfu Qi. It was unclear what he had decided, but to say such a thing indicated that the sudden appearance of Tong Ling had changed some of his original intentions. He realized the situation was far from as simple as he had imagined, but a master’s orders could not be defied. After careful deliberation, he prepared to implement a different plan.

"How do you know? They told me it was fake the moment they looked at the chain. This has been passed down in our family for generations; how could it possibly be fake?" the Ghost General said.

Just as Xu Biao continued to uphold his spirit of never giving up and prepared to force an acceleration, the two cars suddenly entered a narrow stretch of road. There were many vehicles moving in both directions, yet Ye Fei’s F0 wove through the traffic as nimbly as a fish in a stream.

Pushing the door open, my gaze swept past Judhart-Philia and rested on the other man, just as I had expected.

"Chairman Chen, Lianzhong Games expects to develop and act as an agent for several new games next year!" Bao Yueqiao said to Chen Chu. Although Lianzhong focused on chess matches and casual games, it still needed to constantly launch new titles to keep users interested.

Xiao Feng dragged the agonized, stomach-clutching Fang Shaoqiang forward and kicked his wrist, where he held the rubber baton. How could he withstand such force?

"Everything you have is thanks to me. Do you really think you can kill me?" Tang Chuan finally spoke, his face devoid of emotion as he looked at the black-robed cultivator.

He had begun to understand: the Underworld Pearl had the ability to sense underworld artifacts, so the red power that had already merged with him was also highly sensitive to them. The energy within the halberd must have been activated, clashing with the red power.

As he spoke, Liudao walked over and kicked Qiushui in the face, sending him flying and causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

The result was destined to disappoint the old man, as the aircraft had already flown beyond the Capital Star.

Fang Xiu did not deny it, nodding instead: "But General Wei is perhaps forgetting one thing: even if my sect were to eradicate all six strongholds, we would still have nothing to fear."

However, at this very moment, the sound of a zither suddenly rang out, at times soothing like a flowing spring, at times rapid like a flying waterfall, at times crisp like pearls falling onto a jade plate, and at times low and lingering like a whispered murmur.