Chapter 541

"Mother, as the commander, perhaps you can transfer the damage you sustain onto us," Heijin gang said with concern.

Xiao Yu exclaimed, "I know how to distribute the enemy's attacks, but can damage that's already occurred be transferred?"

If the enemy struck with a force of ten thousand jin, the Black Fish Dragon as a whole could use its force-dissipating technique to absorb one thousand jin herself, leaving Heijin gang and the remaining demon descendants to share the remaining nine thousand jin.

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The previously noisy chatter below the stage had vanished; the live camera turned on, and hundreds of thousands flooded into the livestream.

"Your method of drugging was clever, but you made one fatal mistake," Chen Anhe said with mockery.

They then trained together; Changge had already set a training regimen for Tan Feiyu, and now he further refined it, which made Tan Feiyu very happy.

This was the most luxurious city Ser had ever seen—truly worthy of being the dwelling place of the Celestial Dragons, extravagance pushed to its extreme.

Chen Mo had long known that Puti Yuzhai, which had become famous overnight in the egg fried rice competition, would inevitably be mentioned.

Tang Mei was likely to be chosen as the female lead in the male protagonist's father's movie soon—what a coincidence that this big brother also wanted to make a film?

The main reason was that this seemed to be the first time the system had assigned a task related to ingredients without providing a recipe.

From the task description, Chen Mo roughly understood the requirement: to fulfill the conditions mentioned by Director Ran.

Handsome! A high, straight nose, pale skin, deep-set eyes—he looked almost Western at first glance.

But since his battle with Kaido, Ser's inherited aura had become noticeably deeper, especially after training in the Navy's Six Styles for a while, his aura grew even more profound.

As Ren Sinian spoke, the door was gently pushed open; the person entering was Lao Xing, her assistant.

I slowly said these words to myself in my heart, hoping Ye Han could hear my inner voice.

Zhang Mingjun angrily flung his sleeve and turned away. The other disciples didn't know how to react and mostly stood frozen in place.

Her forehead was covered in blood; bright, vivid crimson dripped slowly from her brow. Though she wore black clothes, Xu Jinlang could still see splatters of blood across her body. She knelt half-bent, her icy eyes filled with despair, yet a cold smirk curled at her lips.

No matter who was beside her or what happened, one thing Ren Sinian would never change was avenging Hansi.

But there was no choice—this was truly how he felt inside. His feelings for Du Ruo had spiraled beyond control; he could think of no better way than to risk everything in one desperate gamble.

The Southern Elder did not retreat from the snowstorm; instead, he stepped forward two paces, letting the snow and wind strike him fully.

They took different routes: the band marched ahead, beating drums and blowing horns, while the eight-man palanquin swayed through Xiangyang City, circling widely before finally arriving at the Zuo family gate.

Though Grandfather was excited, his body was still weak; Ye Qingcheng stayed with him for nearly an hour before he grew drowsy, so she took her leave.

Qin Qing recalled the decorations from ancient costume dramas and, based on Warring States-era clothing, worked all night designing several sets of jewelry on white silk. At first light, she woke up Uncle Yu and told him to find the county's best jeweler and several tailors.

"Ah! Don't say that—it's not your fault. Even if I had taken him as a disciple, the outcome would have been the same!" Ban Fanzi hurriedly said.

Zi Yue Liusu had the crew pack up their gear, then left the set arm-in-arm with Qin Qing; a snippet of their conversation reached Gao Jianli's ears.

His available troops could only be concentrated to defend the southern front; after accounting for those stationed in Xuchang, he could no longer spare forces to look westward.