Chapter 332: Innate Talent

Xiao Yue, Duoduo, and Doudou all stayed overnight inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner instead of returning home.

Since Shen Siyuan used the Art of Landscape Creation to establish a small world within the banner, they found life inside it far more carefree and liberated than in reality.

Because Shen Siyuan had complete control over the banner's rules, they could truly live like human beings within it.

The night passed without incident; the next morning, Shen Siyuan and Ruan Hongzhuang rose early, standing on the balcony to slowly practice their morning exercises facing the sea.

Po Xin Dan? Bai Jiu Dao was stunned—this pill only works against the Hundred Moon Heart Devouring Poison. Could this girl have been poisoned by it?

Chang Gexing was pondering why his mother had suddenly visited Du Kang Ju; if she had come merely to supervise Yang Jian, then his father's position as emperor was indeed rather pitiful.

The violent running had dislodged his Hunyuan Headcloth, and his iron crown was nowhere to be found; his long hair now hung loose, soaked by wind and rain, and paired with his Daoist robe, he resembled Ouyang Feng in the throes of demonic cultivation.

Sunlight filtered through the tall trees, dappling the road with patches of light, also falling upon the man and his horse. The white horse, originally pure white without a single speck of color, now appeared less pristine under the alternating shadows and brightness.

The instant Chang Gexing touched her shoulder, Li Xiuning trembled slightly, her hand moving toward the dagger at her waist; her drowsy eyes opened just a fraction before closing again, and the taut muscles in her arm gradually relaxed.

Watching the Hua Xia Princess's indignant expression, Luo Jie casually curled her lips into a sly smile.

Inside, there was a spacious cave; at its center stood an altar, upon which rested a luminous pearl emitting brilliant light.

He had somehow emerged from the alchemical furnace and appeared directly above the encircled forces of his own troops.

Those Britishers were old acquaintances—Peter had previously used his connection with the refrigerator to manipulate them into conspiring against Kosonov, making the organization believe he intended to defect, which directly led to Kosonov's death.

The second implication, then, is that if one does not marry or wed, one is not family; and if one is not family, one may become an enemy. For a potential enemy who holds one's secrets, the best solution is to silence her with earth.

Lei Ming sat beside her with a smile, his fingers gently tracing her sleeping face; she jolted awake reflexively, drawing back, her dark, grape-like eyes fixed on him with wary suspicion.

He rarely cried; he could usually control his tears—even when parting from all his worldly family and friends, even the despairing tears of that moment, he had held back.

Because it was a surprise attack, he left the shotgun in the car. First, the shotgun was too loud and risked compromising the mission; second, carrying both a shotgun and a repeating crossbow would exceed his carrying capacity and drain his strength.

The Mutant Super Soldier Program was temporarily shelved due to the lack of death row inmates, so Ye Qiong shifted her focus to Strike's Sentinel Program.

"Two hundred yuan. Not a cent less." Lin Guozi held up two fingers, tauntingly thrusting them beneath Meng Fei's nose.

He pulled his car alongside hers and glided slowly, lowering the window bit by bit; he leaned out and called to her. Zhu Zhu stopped and turned back; Meng Fei halted the car, opened the door with his right hand: "Come on, get in." His tone left no room for refusal; Zhu Zhu obediently got in.

Yes, transferring for money sounds a bit "vulgar," but upon reflection, it's hardly incomprehensible. Players are, after all, in a profession that consumes youth; seeking better conditions—or even prioritizing compensation over trophies—is entirely understandable.

Among serious injuries, there is one type that every player, regardless of rank, hopes to avoid as if fleeing a plague: damage to the anterior cruciate ligament of the knee. Unfortunately, in his previous life, Ding Yue suffered precisely this injury.