Chapter 63: Share Certificate

Before Stewie even showed his head on the left side of the sewer, nitr0—who had just helped a teammate throw a low-wall flash—encountered Qin Feng, who swung out toward the T-tunnel first.

Wu Dan involuntarily thought of streamers engaged in certain specialized professions, and then recalled the sensational "yellow eel scandal," forcing her to admire just how wild this girl's imagination truly was.

Looking at the white-haired man before her, Wu Dan realized she was already lying in her own large bed, with not a single memory remaining of anything that had happened before entering the room.

Machine watched the paused screen in the game, feeling somewhat bored as he chatted idly with the live stream chat.

The old man moving mountains! With a shout, he blatantly adjusted his crotch a bit, exchanged a few casual pleasantries, and returned to his room.

A classic example of this style, which leans toward frontal assaults, is the A-site execute on Mirage.

The onlookers let out a long sigh of relief, each breaking out in a cold sweat for the two of them, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause.

Seeing Yan Xi shake her head at her, Qingzhi gritted her teeth and slammed her coffee cup down heavily, then asked with her eyes: I can't bear to watch this, what should I do?

Meanwhile, as the five members of IG prepared to leave the stage and saw the players waving to the crowd, countless spectators were overwhelmed with emotion, once again unable to help bursting into frantic cheers.

The pent-up malicious fire in his chest previously had nowhere to vent, but now it was just right. Looking at the two people before him, he revealed a faint smile.

Struggling to calm the churning in his heart, Mo Li picked up the invitation card on the coffee table and examined it closely. The content was nothing special, merely inviting him to dine at the Star-Plucking Pavilion in the evening. The sender's signature bore a familiar name—Ji Yao.

Seeing the primeval land restored to its original state, Houtu finally calmed her mind, her resolve to achieve sanctification growing even firmer.

Zhao Hui walked forward a few steps, smiled at Li Zhenguo, and struck a pose while Li Zhenguo took her picture.

Contemplating that his current strength was inferior to the two of them and he had no way to fend them off, and recalling the scheme he had been plotting all along, he gritted his teeth and, taking advantage of their secluded cultivation, slipped away from the heavenly court without a sound.

Because Liang Ziyan remembered that Liu'er was scheduled for the afternoon shift today, whereas the morning should have been her rest time. Why did Liu'er wake up so early today?

"I hope that the collaboration between Eilure and Caons will create new brilliant achievements this time! I am very much looking forward to our partnership!" Song Zhiyong said firmly, facing Jin Haidi through the screen.

Over the span of a month, Yan Che used the navigation system to closely monitor the Taklamakan Desert in the southwest.

As the waves crashed against the beach, the sun contentedly retreated behind the clouds, seemingly intending to use wind and rain to cool down this scorching summer.

One must know that when Hongjun previously established the holy thrones at Purple Heaven Palace, there were only seven in total, and one of them even vanished after Hongyun underwent reincarnation and recultivation.

"Then we'll be leaving first!" Tianjun greeted me and Shuni, and then walked toward the school gate together with Zuoer.

Although he couldn't see Sun Wukong's expression, Lao Zhu knew he must be wearing a smug look. Yet these remarks lacked even the slightest detail, leaving Lao Zhu still none the wiser.

Over on Ye Chen's side, he tossed the Protector of the Country in his hand away. The latter cut through the void like a shooting star, crashing heavily into the ground, gouging a deep trench into the earth before finally coming to a stop against a pillar.

Though thinking thusly, his movements did not stop at all. As a disciple inscribed on the Artifact Stele, he was two generations senior to Liu Miansheng; if he couldn't even defeat her, he would have no face left.

Sun Quan, wishing to avoid leaving people with the handle to accuse him of mistreating his father's old subordinates, had not brought anyone with him upon entering, leaving all his guards behind in the plane. Hearing Sun Quan's roar just now, he had assumed they were under attack and rushed straight in, only to find no assassins—just Ling Cao, who was unable to get out of bed, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"There is no need. We are not suited for each other, because we simply do not belong to the same world. What is the point of meeting, knowing, and spending time together?" Ye Chen said, his figure dissolving into Ling Mengxi's embrace.

Every root, every branch, and every leaf was constantly under the influence of the laws of temporal sequence, with the processes of renewal and aging being irreversible.

The workers hammered away as they moved bricks, sweating profusely with soaked feet. They suffered through the exhaustion, yet others watched them leisurely. Hearing this in their ears, they deeply envied the village lord and the steward.

Qian Xiwu glanced at the wagon-and-horse meat, having stared at it for quite some time. He wanted to eat. Boiling it should be good; horse meat is coarse, and only by boiling it until thoroughly tender does it taste good.

Toad Eating Phoenix paid the player no mind; when the time came to fight, who would win and who would lose was still uncertain anyway! It was already a blessing from the heavens that Toad Eating Phoenix wasn't plotting against others—could anyone possibly dare to plot against him?

Zhu Tianpeng was somewhat baffled. Since Sun Wukong had been captured by the Purple Sage, he naturally was no match for her. Based on his usual temperament, encountering her again would mean fleeing first; why didn't he run this time?

Amidst the trance-like state of the crowd, a bizarre and terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the black vortex.

Before he could finish his sentence, Xueyan leaped like a phantom of a flying soul. When the crowd refocused their eyes, the black walkie-talkie previously held by the receptionist was already in Xueyan's hand.

All sorts of taunts, curses, and unmentionable abuses erupted like a tidal wave. The "grudge" between the two teams ran too deep; once they met, it truly was a life-or-death scenario, and the Manchester United fans also did everything in their power to "humiliate" their opponents.

On his forehead, muddy water resembling fine sweat continuously dripped from Lin Yang's body, only to be reabsorbed into him in an endless, ceaseless cycle. It was precisely under these exceedingly arduous conditions that Lin Yang began to familiarize himself with, or rather connect with, the various acupoints and limbs of his demonic body.

This involved the broader environment; although there were no large-scale wars at present, covert conflicts were certainly numerous. Many people would readily seize the opportunity to cause a little trouble for their competitors or hostile factions.

And the fire-red mane fluttering as it leaped—resembling blazing flames—added an extra aura of majesty to it.

Chen Yang followed him out. Being older than Chen Xi and much calmer, he glanced around: the living room was completely intact, and the students Chen Xi had brought back were sitting safely on the sofa, so he said nothing.

Lacking spiritual energy to fill their bodies, they were like ordinary mortals in the mundane world and couldn't even cast defensive spiritual shields. Before Lin Yang's formidable physical body, they were completely powerless; for Lin Yang to kill them, a single punch would more than suffice.