35 Performer (2)

Monomakh had already realized that this city was nothing but a hot potato for him. Internally, the various factions were deeply entrenched, while externally, it faced pressure from Georgia and the Seljuks. As any sensible person would, his course of action ought to be to rid himself of this burden—and indeed, that was precisely what he did.

With this, the first scene was finished. The subsequent scenes were much the same: for instance, Jigglypuff disguised as a nurse tending to patients, Growlithe as a police assistant chasing criminals, and Snorlax in the retirement home helping the elderly fall asleep?

When she left the house, she instinctively thought that Ming Wuyou might have gone to the shipyard or the clinic, and so accompanying her seemed perfectly reasonable.

On the ground, every so often, the remains of bones could be seen, while from above, meteoric fire threatened to descend at any moment to strike the two of them.

Moreover, infrastructure construction not only generates wealth, but also stimulates the development of all industries throughout the Great Tang—improving the people's livelihood and economy. As these improvements accumulate, the national strength of the Great Tang would naturally be enhanced.

He had met a few young ladies at first, but they were either constantly throwing themselves at him or putting on exaggerated airs, making him sick to his stomach.

In her previous life, Murong Yuanhao had never been to Jiangzhou; she had met this child at the Regent's residence in the capital.

Upon boarding the vessel, Captain Prolev spotted his crew. Yet, as soon as he laid eyes on them, his brows furrowed, for their awkward manner revealed them as nothing more than fresh recruits recently drafted from the fishing villages.

Su Xun couldn’t recall exactly how fast he moved, only that in a flash he had already slipped inside.

"Yu’er has no right to comment on Uncle. Fifteenth Aunt, you should return to your room and rest," Murong Yu said, then walked away without looking back.

Today, Huang Xuanling performed terribly; his father’s gaze never settled on him again. Instead, his four elder brothers received repeated instructions and admonishments, leaving him wholly ignored.

"Master Hua, I hope you will not regret the words you have spoken," Long Tianqi remained seated, as steady as a mountain.

When Qin Kai called Shen Fei for help at noon, he thought little of it, merely considering Lin Yifeng an ordinary person with exceptional athletic talent. He never imagined he would encounter a kindred spirit in such circumstances.

Bai Junye was relentless, brandishing a smile as he pressed forward, slashing again and again. Though every cut missed the Ice Emperor, the ancient trees nearby suffered; no matter how thick, each was cleaved in two by his blade.

Wolf Howl Sky rose and opened the door. Xuan Yuan Shuai entered, hastily bowing to Ouyang Yan in gratitude.

Lin Yifeng watched her from behind, a hint of tenderness in his gaze. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly sensed something spying on him. He turned quickly, peering into the rainforest behind, but aside from the insects' chirping and the rustling of leaves, there was nothing.

In the main hall of Xiaomo Entertainment Club, the owner, Niu Xuguang, was puffing on a cigar. Seeing Yuan Shuen supporting Xiao Yu as they walked out together, his jaw dropped to its limit.

"Ah, Master Zi, you need not take offense. In my view, Zi'an's words ring true. This concerns the Son of Heaven and the Han dynasty's very foundation; Champion Xiao will never sit idly by." It was Fu Wan who spoke, for back in Luoyang, Xiao Yi had not yet married Zheng Ying, and the position of principal wife was vacant. He had hoped to become relatives, but the timing had simply passed.

Ye Han roared, pushed to the utmost rage. He had never felt this way before. Even when facing the strongest foes, with no hope of victory, he could always fight with abandon, staking his life—if he fell, so be it, there would be no regrets.

The destination of White Robe and Azure Lotus lay beyond Water Dragon City. Twenty yards outside the city, upon a hill, stood an unyielding manor, enduring wind and rain day after day, year after year.

"All right, you may die now." With these words, Fan Chen sliced off Queen Siqi's head and kicked it to pieces.

Though spared imprisonment, Husky still received a fine from the English Football Association—five thousand pounds and a three-month suspension, which meant he would miss all matches before the winter transfer window.

Li Yan kept fleeing and leaping, secretly devouring and growing stronger. He needed to amass his strength to contend with the saints. Having just slain the Ancestor of Corpses and a mid-level powerhouse, he acquired their treasures—plenty of energy crystals and weapons, enough to sustain his devouring technique for quite some time.

"Well, now we can get down to business. Once we're done, I still have a journey to make!" Fan Chen said, striding over and tearing off the serpent spirit's clothing, intent on ravishing her immediately.

These were all cultivators of the Dao, for whom several days without food, drink, or sleep posed no problem. Even though Ye Xing's cultivation was not as strong as theirs, he too had long reached the stage of fasting.

"Forget it! Let’s just pick a direction and fly over to take a look!" Fan Chen shook his head and mused.

There was no time to think, nor to counterattack; the figure darted to escape. Yet the oppressive force suddenly intensified. A sharp sonic boom pierced the ears, and with a bang, blood mist exploded before their eyes—their companion had perished on the spot.