Chapter 47: Every Wish Can Be Fulfilled

That was a completely fair point. Even if Qiao Ruyi was being overprotective, no one else could find a reason to complain.

Xing Lin was instantly choked up, unable to utter a word for a long time. Yet the two flames in his eyes still burned fiercely, and his complexion was visibly dreadful.

Shen Que genuinely dreaded this behavior of his. He pulled him back, offering not only a heavy hint but also an explicit statement, forcing an awkward smile for once: "We’ve been traveling a lot these past two days, and with Master Feng's situation on top of that, everyone is on edge."

Bai Huier had already begun to feel the sensations, though she remained mostly unconscious. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and a faint, soft moan escaped from between them—it sounded somewhat painful, yet oddly pleasurable as well.

Hearing this, Xu Tian's eyes lit up, but outwardly he betrayed no emotion, merely nodding slightly in response. Naturally, Xu Tian could not be entirely immune to the allure of the celestial herb; it was just that he was far more composed than those cultivators who had already lost their minds to obsession, though he had not reached the point of ignoring it completely.

How could that be? Liu Bei's main force had only just begun engaging the enemy not long ago, yet Zhuge Liang's army, acting as a secondary force merely to divert the enemy's attention, had somehow managed to capture Nanzheng with a mere five thousand men. Huang Zhong naturally found it hard to believe.

In reality, had it not been for the appearance of Lei Zhan and the Dragon Teeth Special Operations Brigade, Lieutenant Colonel Hafumura's plan might actually have succeeded.

Ever since he left the Hidden Dragon, he had never worn his military uniform again, though his military status remained valid and his officer's credentials were still carried with him at all times.

Having concluded their work for the day, they returned to the surface. It was now four o'clock in the afternoon; the sun was still high, and it was far from dark.

Ah, as a bystander, it is so easy to analyze things with absolute clarity, but when one actually steps onto the battlefield amidst all its complexity, everything is forgotten once again.

Liang Dong took a deep breath, raised his arm, and looked at it—his skin was fair and unblemished. This was no longer his original body. According to what Qing Yu had said, only his soul had been transferred out of the Gods and Demons Space, while his physical shell remained behind within it.

Zhang Fei was truly furious. He had been earnestly trying to get on good terms with Tian Yu and Qian Zhao, yet Wei Yan chose this exact moment to shout and stir up trouble.

"Master, did Shuangyue wake you up?" Shuangyue asked in terror, immediately dropping to her knees.

Although Director Liu had already confirmed that Renhe had indeed clinched the top score in the municipal high school entrance exams, he had no intention whatsoever of reaching out to persuade him to stay at their school for senior high.

Terrified that Xing'er might leave him again, Li Yunlong reached out and grabbed her hand. Ah, the poor dear, her hand was swollen with anger; in just this short span of time, it had grown much larger.

"Our old man once consumed the Five-Color Juice twice," Marco said with a sorrowful expression after arriving.

"This is..." Looking in astonishment at the interrupted fusion magic, Fubuki turned her gaze toward the source of the white light—Electronic Dragon Infinity, positioned opposite her, had just closed its mouth, wisps of smoke curling from it. It was clear that the white light had been discharged by it.

"Reporting to the Gorosei, Fleet Admiral Kong and Admiral Sengoku request an audience," a man dressed in a suit rushed over.

The room was quite spacious, and all was quiet without a sound. There had to be an inner chamber further inside, perhaps someone was taking a nap in there. Heaven knew that the weather at this moment made people all the more drowsy.

Upon hearing this, Sandra's heart trembled violently, and he clenched his fists tightly. He had never expected that Tang Ming would cast even his own son's life aside for his sake.

He was heading toward the very forefront of the apocalypse, toward the frontlines of the conspiracy orchestrated by the Stardust Colossus and his own uncle.

The two figures, one clad in black and the other in white, exchanged glances, and the one in black answered Gu Zheng's query. Another Grand Celestial! Gu Zheng managed a wry smile; he should have cast a divination before coming out today. Had he known he would be this unlucky, he never would have left.

Therefore, mainland directors still remained ignorant of the First Club. Perhaps some veteran directors like Old Zhang and Director Feng might have heard of it, but they certainly had no idea what the First Club actually did.