Chapter 213: 213 When the Roof Leaks, Rain Comes All Night; When the Boat Breaks, Headwinds Hit Again

Zhang Xuhao was in his dorm room, staring at a computer screen with another young man, discussing something.

Today was National Day, and all the other roommates had gone out to have fun, but they stayed in the dorm all day working on their own things.

It was this past April that he and three like-minded friends—all students at Jiaotong University—founded an online restaurant called “Eleme.”

The early days of entrepreneurship were joyful yet grueling; everyone fought side by side, and the team had just begun.

The legendary War God nodded, and above the laser tower, a massive black vortex appeared, followed by a dark red metal door emerging from within it.

“Those ten dead were all elites—their burst speed rivals mine,” said Senior Sergeant Gao, stunned; even one of them would have been hard for him to defeat, and now ten powerful fighters were dead, his mind reeling.

Twenty-one participants took the exam, forming seven teams; Kakashi had already rescued one team, and the remaining six teams each faced a Hellhound.

That “senior” title made Ao Zheng blush and lower his head; once Chen Feng was at his mercy, but now it was the opposite—he was at Chen Feng’s mercy.

A thin figure appeared before Chen Qinhu, glanced at his battered body, pulled out a black cloth, wrapped him tightly, and vanished toward a spot far from the battlefield.

Afterwards, Zhang Shujie and Wang Shihan dropped the subject; they chatted casually about trivial matters until Li Mu called him, prompting him to finally tell Wang Shihan to rest well so she’d have energy for class tomorrow.

At this moment, Chen Zhifan roughly estimated that the time until the barrier appeared was drawing near.

The God Organization spared no effort or thought to turn the Terminator into a myth and legend, and its two strongest, youngest members became the Terminator’s shadows—Fire Phoenix being one of them.

The instant the Earth Flow Wall rose, Kakashi had already buried a trident shuriken marked with his unique Flying Thunder God seal into the ground.

Startled, the old man dared not speak again; the porters burst into laughter, but when they turned around, they saw someone sitting in the cart, clearly impatient.

The three Holy Envoys were much the same—they had spent the whole day accompanying Tianci without eating, and now being able to enjoy a proper meal felt truly wonderful.

Da Zhuang spoke without thinking; as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake, clapped his hand over his mouth, and looked at Zhang Dayan, who was the most reasonable of them all—he immediately turned his body aside and began scanning the surroundings for threats.

My seedlings were planted in neat rows like an army; a few flower buds had just broken through the soil. I wore a floral shirt and shorts, tied my hair into a loose bun, and walked barefoot, my feet caked in mud… he appeared in my world like this, bringing me surprise, making me unable to help myself.

After passing through initial confusion, Pacchi calmly surveyed his surroundings several times—and then suddenly felt he had arrived in another dimension beyond Earth.

Kark was the patron saint of thieves, a legendary semi-divine thief—an ideal so lofty that countless thieves could only look up to and worship him, striving their entire lives to reach it.

I took it, opened it curiously, and found inside a delicate crystal sunny doll pendant, strung on a thin chain—clearly chosen with care.

Long Xing Tian had always wanted to build a good relationship with Lin Feng; now that he saw him, how could he not greet him? So he walked over this way.

“Gale Step!” Lin Feng moved like a gust of wind, evading the attack from “I’ll Kill You for Sure.”

Even as a spiritual entity lingering around its master, that Servant generated such intense heat.