Chapter 124: “33 Days of Breakup

While Qi Hui and the others were busy with "33 Days of Breakup," "I Am a Special Forces Soldier" aired two episodes per day and soon reached its finale.

On the day of the finale, viewership ratings surged straight up, nearing 3.0%.

There was no helping it—the finale was too captivating; the previous episodes had shown brothers turning against each other, killing one another.

The medic was killed by Qiangzi, Qiangzi was killed by the paratroopers, and the paratroopers were shot dead in one shot by Zheng Sanpao, portrayed by Lao Ling.

This scene of brothers killing each other

He glanced at Shen Yanling's chest—her shirt stretched taut into a tent, round mounds like hayricks, utterly intoxicating.

It was a solemn deity, Anubis with a jackal's head, guide of the dead, one hand holding a divine staff, the other raising a scale; one side of the scale bore three doors of varying height, the other an endless line of spirits.

Notably, within his right fist, broken at one finger, a faint outline of a horn-shaped demonic bone could be seen… no doubt, this was why he had not directly participated in breaking the seal.

Li Changjiang suddenly felt a headache—Bo Li Ka's intelligence had been correct; the Americans must have played some underhanded role here too.

Drowsily, she drifted until rooster's crow; Shang Xueshou got out of bed, thought for a moment, she might still need a lot of silver, so she unlocked the chest again.

This statement seemed "contradictory," yet it was not without reason—according to Mo Xiang's plan, from the very beginning, he had never intended for Qin Su to return alive.

Chu Tianxiao… actually used "unnecessary" as his reason for refusal? And in such a casual tone?

Though he could sense the ill intent behind Cheng Yan and the Prince of Qi's every move, he knew this was likely an unseen trap.

This was a scattered pile of rocks, appearing utterly ordinary and unremarkable compared to the towering peaks around it—or rather, the giant eagle, ten zhang tall, perched atop the pile, drew the three's attention sharply.

One day, I'll throw all these common Benz cars into the trash, Li Lao thought bitterly to himself.

Though Chen Haoran's level had now reached its peak, due to the lack of inheritance enhancement.

Seeing the hundred-zhang blade summoned by the Dark Soul King, so close at hand, Zhou Han roared in fury, and terrifying sword qi gushed forth.

In his view, Long Shisan was too stubborn; he had asked about breaking the formation on the train and learned that Mo Jiangbai had discovered the formation, while Feng Xiu had broken it.

She could not stay with Qin Moshen for now—when she met those tender eyes, she feared she would lose her resolve.

Though he could not express it clearly, Qi Ming understood; his anger faded, and he picked up Qi Musi.

Three days later, Wang Tiezhu was discharged in a wheelchair, completely fine, though walking remained difficult and required time to recover.

Unconsciously, everyone's minds conjured the image of that unkempt, ancient, gaunt figure—they froze for a moment.

Seoul was a bustling metropolis, full of wealthy people, especially in busy areas, where luxury cars were everywhere.

After entering Canglei City, Zhou Han made no effort to conceal himself and flew straight toward the Sword God Hall.

Leng Yan placed his right hand directly on Chen Feng's body, spiritual energy flowing continuously as he probed the other's internal condition.

The youth returned heartbroken; she waited in place, waiting for him to turn back and see her, to realize she had loved him all along.

After circling the ghost school once, Qin Yu's face had darkened as if water would drip from it; after his careful observation, he confirmed one thing—the ghost school had become spirit-connected.

Leaving aside Lü Lechi, even the three junior brothers behind him felt heaven had gone blind—look at themselves, weren't they stronger than this man? Then why didn't such a beautiful girl throw herself at them? And those two junior sisters—look at Yang Cheng, then look at the dashing Lü Lechi—there was simply no comparison.