Chapter 26: Golden Tofu

"Just know that..." Before she could finish her sentence, the phone was snatched away, and a timid voice came through, stuttering.

If the giant zombie were allowed to just fall to its death like that, even the reward for killing it would be lost.

As a disciple of the Ying clan from Shangshui, he had always been one to defeat the strong with the weak; it would be a disgrace if he were ever challenged and defeated by someone of a lower rank.

Seeing that Wang Peng and his group were safe, Zhang Hao let out a sigh of relief, though his eyes remained filled with sorrow as he looked toward the location where flames were soaring into the sky.

Banderas ran excitedly to the sideline and suddenly threw himself onto the ground, sliding across the turf. His teammates piled on top of him, forming a human pyramid.

The Wuxiang Demon Sect had a massive reputation as one of the Seven Sects and Eight Schools, yet it was the most elusive among them; even now, no one in the martial arts world knew its true location.

But this Lu Zi'an had also taken on a disciple named Ying Xuan, who not only perfectly inherited his mantle but also possessed his own unique ideas. Well, he was also... a genius, so we’ll just have to tolerate it.

Back then, Xiang Chong had yearned for the world of martial arts. In Northern Yan, he was suppressed by Xiang Li and saw no hope for himself. For him, he would rather have been a wandering swordsman than born into an imperial family, living in constant fear every day with no sight of freedom or hope.

This was likely why Hu Jihua was moved. This was the inevitable, ritualistic behavior that Qingwen performed without a second thought.

Every time she was asked this question, Yaomei would always respond by saying she didn't know, which left the Iron Castle Master increasingly perplexed.

Underneath every martial arts manual, there was a corresponding price. Xu Qing compared them to the prices of the manuals in the Main God’s Temple.

Chu Yuan never imagined that the person who had been looking after his grandmother for five years was actually Zhang Lei, his high school classmate and best friend.

Su Jinmin learned of the matter that afternoon and remained calmer than the others, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile.

And indeed, one of the ninjas, a tall and sturdy fellow who had been leading the charge, stepped forward toward the three demon envoys of the Star Eagle Kingdom, muttering something in an unintelligible language.

Zhang Sheng, Huang Lingfeng, had been promoted to Chief Constable this morning. The reason he could sit in the Yuelai Restaurant, leisurely enjoying his food with Kong Nan, was, of course, because his subordinates were busy doing the work.

In order to descend into the human realm, it had even sacrificed most of its body, including its very last finger.

Seeing the man in black taking her away from the Cui residence, Cui Yao’s pupils trembled violently. On such a hot day, she felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, her entire body stiffening from terror.

Pei Nanxun clenched his fists; faced with Han Zhao’s wanton mockery, he was currently powerless to do anything.

In the final moments of her stay in this world, Qi Chuchu built a cenotaph for Xu Jinzhao, which the members of the Xu clan were all required to pay their respects to.

He glanced at the researchers who had stopped their work and told them to continue with peace of mind.

The stone walls were covered in murals, but due to the influx of outside air, they had all oxidized and peeled away.

At such close range, once blasted off by the roar and sent tumbling into the mud, the consequences could be extremely dangerous.

Since there was no need to convert the blood of calamity, the gnawing insects circled above after they had finished feeding.

"So that's how it is. Darling, later, have Cheng Cheng and the others pass down orders to the frontline commanders to put in more effort. Strive to capture another flag; we must not let the Eighth Route Army hog all the glory."

At the entrance of the storage cave, the crowd waiting anxiously heard an explosion, followed by thick, violent smoke billowing from the opening.

The pungent, spicy smell of smoke irritated my lungs and brain nerves. After a violent coughing fit, my head gradually cleared.

Humanity currently neither wants to actively observe the movements of the forbidden entities nor wants to be left with absolutely no intelligence before the great war arrives.

To prevent such a situation, her thoughts aligned with those of the Heavenly Dao and Rong Chunhua: subdue the most powerful of the anomalies to ensure everything goes perfectly.

The Arisaka rifles were nothing rare; his two main forces, the 771st and 772nd Regiments, already had an equipment rate of about fifty percent, while the rest used Hanyang-made or Jin-made Type 65 rifles.

As for the enemy, one must make them feel the chill of winter. However, it isn't as if everyone in the world has a grudge against Mo Feng. Mo Feng craves power, but he has his own path to pursue it. He doesn't mind taking a shortcut, but he must see if that shortcut truly leads to the Great Dao.

Reflecting on how Ye Zetao had deduced the subsequent techniques of the Five Animal Frolics himself, the old man couldn't help but sigh at the profound cultivation insight possessed by the young man sitting cross-legged before him.

Wang Li watched them and smiled inwardly. These people being pushed onto the defensive and uniting to resist was exactly what he had hoped for.

The most important thing now is to hold Lianyungang and the Longhai Railway, so that in this era of economic collapse in the future, we can preserve a shred of China's economic vitality and safeguard the hope of China's revival.

In their bridal chamber stood a massive mercury mirror. Undoubtedly, this was invented by Lu Bu, who had guided inventors like Zheng Hun, Ma Jun, Zhuge Liang, and Liu Ye. It had just been created, and it was the first glass mirror in the Great Han.

Chen Xiaotang felt a bit uncomfortable, but knowing it was the "custom" of the royal family, he signaled Jack to stop the car and stepped out with his hands raised.

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiangyue’s eyes widened; she could hardly believe her ears. Giving everyone a home? Was he joking?

Yes, at this very moment, an astronaut in a spacesuit was gliding through the sky, performing all sorts of graceful movements as if in zero gravity.

For a time, the attention everyone paid to the charming and enchanting Zhao Yazhi even surpassed that of Chen Xiaotang, the protagonist of the day. Everyone was shouting hoarsely at her, but all they received was a faint smile from Zhao Yazhi.

Lu Bu initially stipulated only two points for all future recruitment of officials and soldiers: anyone who could not speak standard Mandarin would not be hired, and anyone who could not speak standard Mandarin would not be permitted to enter the city of Luoyang. These two points spurred most of the Han people to study Mandarin diligently.

The atmosphere between the two sides grew increasingly tense, and Zou Guang decided to strike first to take out this patrol of bandits.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye, and there was never any news from that painter. Yet, Yi Xinlian’s longing for him did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it grew even more. She looked at other men as if they were trash, seeing only that painter as the only true man in her eyes.

What the hell, a criminal police officer? This delicate-looking little police flower right before my eyes? I was completely stunned.

I have great confidence in these cats, and Wu Sheng shouldn't have any more spirit pets. As for some stray dogs, I’m not sure if he has the guts to find his way here.