Chapter 211: Adou's Great Battle Against Zhao Zilong at Changban Slope!

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A cold gleam arrived first, then the spear shot forth like a dragon.

The Prince's sharp rebuke appeared almost at the same instant as the bright silver spear pressed against Wu Wang's throat.

Under the horrified gazes of the other players.

The spear tip pierced straight through Wu Wang's skull from bottom to top.

His whole body hung on the spear point like a captive displayed for public punishment, his arms dangling limply, a picture of utter desolation.

"This... book boy, didn't you say you hadn't detected his—

She wasn't without progress, but her progress was nothing compared to Professor X Charles; the mutant she had once pinned down had long since surpassed her.

Black Cat let out a cold laugh, showing no intention of stopping her, instead hugging herself with an air of watching a show, quietly observing in anticipation.

This was precious, because in the Nothing Universe there were no particles at all—neither photons, nor electrons, nor neutrinos—nothing, an utter emptiness; in the truest sense, nothing. Because any particle that appeared here would, under quantum transition, leap down to a lower-energy universe.

The intense sense of crisis made the Giant Crocodile Beast King dare not wait any longer. The great fireball in its mouth shot out at once, transforming into a spear of flame that hurtled fiercely toward Nangong Mingzhu.

At the street market near the city wall on the south end of the city, Chen Shuangran suddenly flung open the carriage curtain and looked toward the direction of the explosion. The carriage driver, and even several pedestrians nearby, all stopped to check where the sound had come from, their gazes uncertain and uneasy.

Half of his silhouette suddenly released a silver liquid like mercury, which rose a short distance, then curved down to the ground, and flowed back to his feet.

Murong Qingran casually pulled free from Xuanyuan Che's arm, which was still supporting her, and walked over to the charcoal brazier as she spoke. "Tonight I observed the heavens and found that tonight is not the best time to attack the city. Moreover, these few days are all inauspicious for an assault, which is why I did not order the soldiers to arm and set out."

"Married one day, and when it's time to march out we still march out. Isn't that just how it is for us soldiers?" Zhuo Yongqing said with a smile to Qu Qing.

In a relatively quiet courtyard, in a sparsely furnished room, Tang Minjie sat on a chair, looking at the crumpled letter in his hand. The man across the table was dressed in rags like a beggar—a member of the Huaxia Army who had made contact with Tang Minjie after Lu Mingfang's departure.

What matters is the repetition of the process, not the stating of the conclusion; many truths of this world, people may well have known five thousand years ago.

"White naturally appears pure and icy; with a sister's matchless, breathtaking beauty, white would make her look like a fairy descended from the heavens, untouched by the dust of the world." Su Xiaoxiao said sincerely.

"Boss Zhou, no need to be so polite—just order whatever you want to drink!" I said in a stiff tone.

And the third move—after I had unlocked my genetic lock on my own—was perfectly dodged by the opponent, who even tripped me up.

Slowly, he moved his gaze bit by bit, sweeping past one figure after another, toward the direction of that silhouette.

Sakata Gintoki shook his head, released the hand gripping that man, and in an instant his left hand seized the ankle of the man who had kicked out at him.

Truly not wanting to keep talking with Mo Qianning any longer, An Ruoran felt that continuing would be pointless.

Wei Xuanyu slowly shifted his body aside, and Shi Tian's demonic face appeared once more before his eyes—only now the demon's face no longer wore a savage grin, but anger, using that anger to mask the fear welling ceaselessly within.

"Potatoes—oh, what you call them, 'horse-bell tubers.'" Su Jinyuan had originally said 'tudou,' then suddenly remembered that in ancient times potatoes were called 'horse-bell tubers,' and hurriedly corrected herself.

First they had dinner, then went to a KTV to sing. That kind of smoke-choked place Qiao Anming would normally avoid if he could, but the client was passing through Chongzhou and Qiao Anming was the host, so he could only brace himself and satisfy the client's demands.

Zheng Xiuyan stared wide-eyed as she watched Qin Ming walk out the door. She clenched her small fists, bit down on her cherry lips, and pounded the hospital bed hard.