Chapter 370: Seven Straight Losses! Regain Your Honor!

In an instant, those wild, frenzied sword intentions were subdued.

Following this, the blade of Shan He gradually stabilized.

Yet the vast sword qi remained unchanged, even intensified!

"To subdue sword intention with sword intention—so this is how!"

Yi Chengyin finally understood Chu Wange's method.

I have to say, it's very imaginative.

And this pure, yang sword intention was truly terrifying.

"Don't talk anymore," she said, her voice muffled—no trace of her earlier fear or dread, only a shy, lovely blush.

When Shen Mubai was still alive, had his actions been too extreme? But even if he could relive it, nothing could be undone.

So in her world, a Level One zombie core could fetch at most ten jin of grain, and usually only seven or eight jin.

The old lady didn't hold it against him—he was her grandson—but she didn't care much for Tao Yiran either. Her eyesight was dim, but not blind; she had seen the disdain in Tao Yiran's eyes—she looked down on the old woman.

"The Tropical Pavilion has a basement, built by my own hands. Deeper still is a tunnel connecting to the school and commercial district's air raid shelter—it's perfect for our family," Wu Yingting said.

The consecutive three updates this month already strained the author; now this storm was adding insult to injury.

Tang Gang's hopes were dashed. He thought that once Tang Rong had voiced his feelings, he'd scold him verbally, then go to the old lady and plead—perhaps she'd hand over a few items.

Of course, that's ideal—impossible to pack zombies like cargo containers. Currently, they've only filled a few middle sections; over half of the eighteen-kilometer stretch remains empty.

Next came Zhou Yuwén's patients and their families, but this pre-op consultation did not go smoothly.

Lu Xingzhi's face was cold, his gaze fixed on the alluring face before him; he heard the noise outside but showed no reaction.

Meng Shanshan and Yang Lin had been together for years; Su Ling had once believed they were the couple destined to walk into marriage and grow old together.

"When you've trained the Cycle of Life and Death Scripture to its highest level, you'll understand," Bai suddenly made a grotesque face and vanished before Li Yiwan's eyes.

Without another word, Zhang Zhe pulled Chen Chen out first. Zhang Xuan glanced back at Liu Xuan and saw her staring fixedly at Zhang Zhe's back. Zhang Xuan couldn't understand—it had only been a week together, yet she acted as if deeply in love. He shook his head and walked out.

Some of the torn crimson bat wings flapped, sending scorching winds that whipped up the surrounding dust.

In the next world, I won't write a single thread of fate's path. Even if I know it, only the protagonist will know—never post it. Posting it is suicide; you reap what you sow. I finally understand now.

"Only the original staff were properly trained; the rest were taught hand-to-hand by them," Rong Yi said, clearly displeased. She'd long thought these girls were disrespectful.

Countless pairs of black eyes opened in the shadows around Ya Te. Shadow crows emerged one by one, while Ya Te's true form was instantly swallowed by a veil of black shadow, sinking into the darkness.

"Copy? The system has this function? Not bad. How much energy would copying this plot require?" Ye Yun had worried he'd miss something valuable due to unfamiliarity with the plot—now it was solved. But he didn't know how much energy it needed; if it was too much, he'd rather skip it.

Finally, the man unclenched his tightly gripped fist, his gaze toward her now tinged with cruel coldness.

Bai Xi's words nearly made Zhang Qianqian burst into tears; Lin Qiu, driving, could only grimace helplessly.

Qin Yu is a man of great pride and vanity; under uncertain circumstances, making an impulsive call to offer empty comfort could easily backfire.