Chapter 264: One Man, One Army

They finally halted before Olivia, knelt, bowed their waists, and raised their trays high, offering them to Olivia.

Previously, Tong Xinlan had merely wanted to verify Qin Xuanbing’s survival and rescue her as soon as possible, but now Ye Fan had directly sent her to the Fox Clan, leaving Tong Xinlan powerless.

“I’m going out to meet up with my high school classmates—want to come along?” Shen Kangning asked; from now on, he would have to care for this younger sister, so he needed to learn well now, adapt early, and avoid being unprepared.

As Tong Xinlan turned to leave, Chen Tianyou could not let the conversation end on a note that displeased him—would she ever give him another chance to speak if she walked away?

For a moment, Xiao Tianchen sensed most of the Lunhuijieqiangzhe within this mountain range beginning to pursue his and Xue Jie’s spiritual avatars.

Along with the voice, Mu Ziyang swung a fierce, ruthless punch that tore through the air, striking straight toward Nan Lichen’s demonic face.

“Qiqige, what do you need from me?” Ren Laifeng tried to soften his voice, fearing he might frighten this timid girl.

His blood qi surged like a roaring sea, his entire body glowing with rich, brilliant radiance, as if he were an emperor without equal, invincible under heaven.

She had always looked down on Yue Yue, yet she had to admit that Yue Yue possessed a face that could make any man fall helplessly in love.

His form spun rapidly, leaping into the air, hands flailing as sharp, peerless blades shot out in all directions, carving waves of qi.

This was something no one wanted to see—injury was a nightmare for athletes; how many talented players had their careers shattered by devastating injuries during their ascent?

In an instant, Bai Yidong’s right hand passed the ball between his legs, shattering Stockton’s balance.

“When you can’t control yourself down there, have you ever thought about what responsibility means? Responsibility? He actually dares to say those words—doesn’t he fear being slapped?” Shen Qingwu raised an eyebrow, her lips curled in a light smile, her slender hand lifting to point directly at the man’s lower abdomen as she laughed in retort.

Moreover, Manchester City’s head coach was Luis Enrique, former manager of Barcelona, Roma, and the Spanish national team—this made him arguably Manchester City’s best successor after Guardiola.

After emerging from its Poké Ball, Qixi Qingniao stood on the ground and exhaled a cold breath that enveloped the drink; visible to the naked eye, the liquid’s moisture was gradually freezing into ice crystals. As the drink grew colder, Ting Shu reached to unscrew the cap—but then suddenly lifted his head.

In the 38th minute, Sneijder took a long-range shot from outside the penalty area, about 25 meters from goal; the ball grazed the post and flew wide, sending a chill down the spines of Roma’s players and fans.

Su Xin hugged Shen Qingwu tightly, urging her incessantly, hoping to ignite her fighting spirit and will to live—but apart from the tears dripping onto her hands, Shen Qingwu remained silent.

Bai Yidong wanted this match to be his return battle; he would allow no one to block his comeback.

Ting Shu’s gaze flickered—between a nation’s fate and Qixi Qingniao’s fairy aura, which would prevail?

Today was the sixth day, and four days remained until Modred and Tsumugi’s first memory cleansing.

Ling Yichen said nothing, simply scooped her up in his arms and tossed her onto the large bed.

Xu Rongrong’s face was visibly pale from pain, yet Pei Moyan seemed utterly oblivious—Yan Jingxuan finally could not bear it and intervened.

Damn, if I really decorate this apartment according to this plan, it’ll be absolutely stunning after completion.

“Wife, next time something like this happens, let me handle it—you’ve only just gotten out of confinement, your body hasn’t fully recovered in over a hundred days!” Dong Yejue kissed her knuckles.

Still, he couldn’t help but marvel at his and Su Li’s Moqi —both always thought of the same bad ideas; truly proving the saying: “If you’re not family, you don’t enter the same door.”

Qing Rong stared at the scene before her, wondering inwardly: was it because Ling Ge couldn’t come that someone had been sent to fetch her?

Shi Muyang froze for half a second, suddenly feeling as if a spot deep in his chest had slowly caved in, tingling softly.

Vision blurred, but after a long while, it gradually focused—and Gu Qiqi finally saw the person before her.

No wonder whenever Mr. Yi looked at her, she always felt he was seeing someone else through her—though she’d known he had an old acquaintance who looked just like her, she’d never realized that person was already dead.

Ni Lingge arrived at the top floor of the Dongsheng Hotel’s guest services, where his private suite awaited.

She still felt uneasy describing the setting, as if each utterance of those two words reinforced her identity as a virtual doll.

After closing her eyes and carefully sensing, her soul power increased at the normal double rate, yet her insights from actual combat training were negligible.

As he ran, he shed his backpack and pulled out a glass bottle, linen cloth, and alcohol—all pre-positioned inside.

Zhuang Biqiao stared at the black stone Jiang Huai produced; she sensed the spiritual energy within it, but could not identify it.