Chapter 207: Who Says This Prince Can

"Refining humans?"

The words left the Prince and the troupe master utterly bewildered.

They simply could not grasp his meaning.

How could one possibly refine a human?

Seeing their confused expressions, Wu Wang spoke fluently: "Refining humans is just like refining medicine."

"Maximize the utility of the person to be refined, enhancing their abilities in every aspect."

"The most crucial part is—let him

Countless sleepless nights on the frontier, he had always believed he had etched her features deep into his heart; he told himself he would protect her for life—but now that he saw her, he realized his notion of protection was never enough; he wanted to possess her, to stand beside her openly and proudly.

He did not expect to leap directly to level 200 like Barkal Bloodhoof, becoming a demigod who could tower over the entire continent; that would obviously shatter game balance—even the most incompetent game designers wouldn't craft such an absurd reward for players.

Real Madrid fans are more arrogant and find it hard to sustain deafening, suffocating chants from start to finish.

This stretch of road, without Lin You leading the way, would kill eighty percent of those who attempted it.

Finally, UEFA President Platini and the President of the European Sports Magazine Alliance, Hartzsch, were invited onto the stage; Platini announced Iniesta as the 2012 European Player of the Year, and Hartzsch presented the award.

Zhou Ji paused, his expression shifting uncertainly, as if making some agonizing choice. At last, he clenched his teeth, a firm resolve flashing in his eyes. He cast one final glance at the main tent, then walked straight toward a certain spot within the camp.

The Yun family mercilessly leaked the information they had uncovered, and now it was the Xu family's turn to suffer.

Qin Yun maintained a calm exterior, but inwardly sighed. Fortunately, Guo Ju had been there; otherwise, the Six Ministries Bureau would have long been swallowed by the Eastern Factory, Western Factory, and the Guard Dragon Manor, and would never have retained its core elite forces.

"I ask you—where did you find Qu Shi?" Jiang Huanzhang acted as if he hadn't heard Li Tong's words, pressing further.

As the medicine took effect, in less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Qi Tian felt utterly refreshed; his bones restored, his damaged internal organs healing at an astonishing rate.

She and Li Jin'an would meet again in the future—if he failed to recognize her, how would he know she was living happily with the Emperor?

Jiang Yurong propped her chin in one hand, the other stirring the water in the tub, occasionally brushing the smooth scales of the fishlets.

This was where I once outwitted Fu Biao, but now it's like a party here.

The TV drama promoted Duke White Sack and mentioned the imperial clothing brand, mainly to establish the brand's reputation.

Since Chen Cheng has been investigating the former antiques dealer for me, I've been managing the hall myself these past few days.

The carp's fins appeared more graceful than those of ordinary carp; its head was silvery-white, its tail golden, and its scales shimmered with a golden gradient from head to tail.

Moreover, Wei Hexue had lived in the household for years; she had seen his character, virtue, abilities, and his devotion to Qingnuan with her own eyes.

His mind kept returning to her faint smile with its dimples, and to her rosy lips.

"Mom~" Si Yan wanted to say more, but glanced at the several people in the living room with varied expressions, fell silent, and carried the tea out.

Song Guiyi sighed, as if she had long foreseen this outcome; the moment that suspicion took root in Chen Zhao's heart, this ending was already sealed.

As he spoke, a colossal infant suddenly appeared in his mind; a giant hand pointed at its soul, then beckoned. Amid Hu Laoge's roar, his plump hands suddenly produced a flame, enveloping the soul from above and below, setting it ablaze.