Chapter 95: Too Small, Your Vision is Too Small

"Fine, then. I'll tell you my home address." Chen Qing didn't stand on ceremony with him; after all, he was doing him a favor. After telling Shen Jiguang the address, the two exchanged a few pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

"Is it you?" A voice inside muttered in confusion, and that sentry suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Yang Huimin raised her head. Zhang Yuan suddenly discovered that beneath her flower-like, gorgeous face lay such haggardness, yet her eyes were filled with gratitude. Who would have thought a simple glass of milk could earn such a look? He had really made a huge profit.

The seven hundred members with the strongest combat power would serve as the main assault force for the initial offensive; this detachment would be directly commanded by Tang Zhan. The remaining three hundred members would not be deployed in combat during the initial phase; they would be responsible for looting equipment dropped by combatants. Before departure, all personnel must list their equipment.

Some herdsmen lit several large bonfires. Above each fire, they set up grills, then placed the six slaughtered cattle and three sheep upon them to roast.

"Life and death are easily counted, changing in an instant. Do you truly think you can say you will kill me?" A flash of killing intent passed through Lin Xiao's eyes. He formed a hand seal for a divine technique and activated it swiftly. Strange energy flowed, instantly imprisoning that shadow.

Seeing that the brawl at "Apricot Blossom Restaurant" had driven all the business away and cost several thousand taels of silver, Xue Yun's heart was dripping blood. What stuck with him most was Gu Zhengnan. Thinking, "I didn't provoke or offend you, yet you've locked horns with me, you kid. You're like a dog scrambling up a latrine, looking for shit."

"Crack!" The door opened. The three turned back warily. A man walked in from outside, wearing a green bishop's robe. Only then did they relax.

All the demonic beasts were surrounded in the center. Meanwhile, dozens of military soldiers took the opportunity to jump onto the trucks and raise the high-lethality weapons inside. High-yield missiles and large-caliber laser cannons were all aimed from a distance at the demonic beasts trapped in the center by the crowd.

It had been half a month since the wedding. On the second day after he woke up from getting drunk, he received three letters, from Qiu Ruoshui, Liu Piaopiao, and Yang Yuexian.

The messenger pigeon flew to Naruto's window. Watching the pigeon slowly fly away, Naruto felt that a very big matter had now been completed. Naruto now only hoped that everything would go smoothly on the Emei Sect side.

Only Ye Fengqi possessed such strong comprehension ability to parse the meaning from Zhang Zhiguo's simple words. If it were anyone else, they might not have known what Zhang Zhiguo was saying. Without a clear explanation of the misunderstanding, it would only give people the impression of him talking nonsense.

She leaned against the window. A few threads of rain were blown in by the morning breeze, carrying a faint scent of rose fragrance, sweeping across her cheeks.

"That is because Prince Jing looks down on Crown Prince Yan Xiulin of Southern Yan!" The black-clad man's words rang out. Everyone around wore expressions of shock, disbelief, and confusion.

Those ability users who had beaten all the cultivators here into having no means of retaliation had become mere dregs before Liu Xiaomang.

"The B City Police Department sent this five minutes ago." Li Qiang said, raising the mobile phone in his hand.

Hilton was also fighting with great momentum. The dragon race's innate brute force allowed him to perform to the fullest, especially after receiving Lin Feng's guidance; his application became even more transcendent. Hilton could be seen snatching commoners from the soldiers' hands with every move, then throwing them with great force down below the city wall.

Mo Wanli raised her dark eyebrows and said, "Playing with fire leads to self-immolation. Who is being burned!" After saying this, a smile had already condensed at the corner of her lips, and her gaze also glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the signs of beating on Yan Qingchen's chest.

When the black-robed figure's second sword strike came down, it seemed as if time stopped, the storm stopped, and that powerful light explosion instantly extinguished.

"Regardless, Your Majesty should be happy that the Empress, having gone through war and turmoil, has returned to the imperial palace?" Hongxian offered comfort.

As long as Lorenzo is alive, no matter who you choose, his favor towards you will continue to grow. If you do not intend to reciprocate these feelings, it will likely lead to a tragedy.

When Huan arrived with the doctors and nurses, he only managed to see the man in the white coat disappear at the end of the corridor.

Ling Xi smiled and shook his head, thinking in his heart, "Not many, only twenty or so times." Then he was "rescued" back by Xinya.

After Chai Wang sat down, he sat on the sofa with only his buttocks touching the edge. As for me, I stood behind Chai Wang with full self-awareness. Knowing that even Chai Wang respected such a person, he must be extraordinary.

Jiu'er didn't think about why he appeared here; she just tightly grabbed his clothes and burrowed hard into his embrace.

You can only answer Tianfu this way; after all, it has been in production for less than two years. Let's not mention the old story of seducing a drunkard in an attempt to suck blood.

Yifei's divine technique "Wind-Through" was taken by Ilusha 3 and placed on Ilusha 2. Currently, your most formidable and all-around subordinate is none other than Ilusha 2.

But now, the message given by Barak claimed that the flying object possessed a maximum flight speed exceeding Mach 6. This obviously exceeded the limits of all military aircraft, including the AI Air Force. Chen Feng, well-versed in the principles behind this, could not help but ask Barak in a tone of confusion.

At the instant the long sword appeared, a clear sword cry like a dragon's roar echoed through the clouds. Around the long sword, layers of seven-colored halos formed, firmly protecting the shimmering, colorful long sword in the center.

Li Fan and Qin Wei exited the private room door. Li Fan originally intended to let go of Qin Wei's hand, but Qin Wei continued to hold Li Fan's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Immediately, the cold wind on his back stopped. Long Leiyi wiped away his sweat and panted heavily as he turned his head. Indeed, the towering figure of Fifth Uncle Ya appeared not far away. In his hand, he held a strange weapon, more than two feet long, jet black in color, with a short handle in the middle and a tip as sharp as an awl, very much like an ancient hooked spear.