Chapter 302: Sick Leave for One Day, Smith Masai

Sick leave for one day, Smith Masai

Xue Fengyan ate two plates of pastries, one plate of peaches, and three cups of tea, finally satisfying his hunger; as he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, he shook his head.

When many believed the sea of fire had calmed and lowered their guard, the second wave of demonic beast attacks struck—these beasts differed from the first, each covered in a fiery red carapace like brilliant crimson armor, imposing and majestic.

Han Li’s current strength appears strong—he destroyed fifty thousand Japanese troops—but in truth, he cannot withstand a war of attrition; moreover, North China and Northeast China are now occupied by Japanese forces, whose numbers there exceed two hundred thousand! Meanwhile, the fertile regions around Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Yangzhou are also being slaughtered by the Japanese.

He came this time with fiery determination, seeking martyrdom, willing to die—even if it meant assassinating high-ranking Japanese officials.

Several experts continuously attacked the Jufu on the cliff; Jufu’s severed body parts piled densely at the cliff’s base.

The remaining two thousand soldiers preferred to break out through them rather than face Zhang Yi alone; this filled the people of the Shangzhi Realm with pride.

“Qing Lai, Bo Da Lun, La Ma…” Wu He Jia Lou’s gaze slowly shifted from Qing Lai to the others beside him, naming each one in turn, his expression calm.

The other man led Lin Jiajia in one direction; Lin Jiajia silently followed behind, since she could see nothing anyway, she might as well see what he intended to do.

The spectral shadows of two Dragon Kings floated silently behind the two, and from Gu Chen and Gu Yuen as the center, a dragon aura erupted outward in all directions.

He asked the 731 virus experts—this virus thrives exceptionally well in winter, present everywhere in the soil and air—so the experts advised evacuating all of Tokyo’s citizens.

“I still need to stay here for another year. If I reach the Seventh Rank True Person realm before you turn into a demon, I’ll restore your human form,” Lin Fan said.

Wang Long couldn’t help but be startled—he wondered if that guy was bluffing! Had he deliberately guessed high only for this guy to successfully show off in front of him?

Liu Guang remained silent and headed again to the mine; no matter what, he must craft his first card tonight.

“Enough crying—you haven’t answered me yet: will you or won’t you?” He gently wiped her cheek, then raised the flower and ring in his hand.

A flash of cold light gleamed in Liu Guang’s corner of the eye. He leapt up instantly, blue energy currents swirling around his body once more.

“Remember: whatever I told you tonight—even to your best friend—don’t mention it!” the gray-clad man said sternly, glaring at Ah Hui, who instinctively nodded. The gray-clad man removed his hand from Ah Hui’s head, then patted it once more before turning and sprinting away.

She quickly took out the remaining mung bean cakes from the kitchen, gave one to Old Xie, and picked up another to savor slowly.

“It’s getting late?” Hearing those four words, she froze, glanced at the clock—it was past seven—then looked out the window; the sun had set, leaving only a sliver of its edge visible.

Especially since Liu Ming wasn’t merely the Chief of Police—he also held the post of Deputy County Magistrate, giving him greater courage to defy the County Magistrate.

The true energy within him was restoring at an unprecedented speed, and he felt no sign of depletion from the ten spirit stones brimming with immense energy.

Han Ran was locked in fierce combat, and it was night—he had no idea someone was ambushing him. By the time he heard “Golden Phoenix” and tried to dodge, it was too late; an arrow struck his right chest. Han Ran cried out, toppled backward from his horse.

“Yes, yes, Demon Beast Lord, you’re absolutely right—you’re now a free being. But you’re currently inside our military base, so you must abide by our rules,” the general explained, as if planning something.

What is humanity’s greatest sorrow? To grow old with nowhere to live, no children or grandchildren, merely counting days in an old people’s home, waiting for death.

“Even if the path is hard, I will walk it! Not for anyone else—even just to avenge my grandfather, I will walk it!” Xiao Yue shed his previous demeanor, raised his head, eyes gleaming.

Finally, our side also began moving; besides me, Shen Ying, and Tian Chen—who each found opponents—the others slowly sought suitable rivals for themselves.

“Lei, how many more things are you hiding from me? Can you tell me?” Suddenly, Tie Mu Yun asked an odd question.

Arriving behind a fallen tree, Chen Feng sat down with his back against it, holding the jade slip in his left hand; his Xuan Zhen energy surged, and with a soft whoosh, the jade slip transformed into a streak of light and entered his mind.

Instantly, around all of them, a hundred-meter-wide area erupted from the ground with countless vines—these plants, like tentacles, blocked the entire incoming sea of water elements.

Black Disc Ants have another trait: they can evolve. It’s said someone once raised mutated Black Disc Ants whose strength rivaled fourth-rank demonic beasts; though he raised only dozens, those dozens granted him great fame in the cultivation world, striking fear across regions.

Though dying in the Void Sage Realm doesn’t mean true death, it still gave Ling Xiao a lesson, slightly diminishing Yuan Fei’s hatred and obsession.

Unfortunately, minutes later, the sneer on her face vanished completely, replaced by utter disbelief.