After a while, the dog kept barking, annoying Lin Fei. More importantly, the other customers kept turning to look, and even the barbecue shop owner came over, asking Lin Fei to calm the dog down to avoid scaring the other guests.

There it was—the source of the underground river. All they had to do was pass through the opening, and they’d surface, less than 200 meters from the vortex entrance. Just a few steps, and they’d be there.

Having a true friend for a lifetime is rare. When young, people may connect easily, but later, life’s paths often diverge due to professional obstacles, sometimes turning them into strangers or leading them to part ways.

At a certain moment, Zi Yun’s figure on the stage began to fade, only to be replaced by a mysterious, green-faced elder dressed in a red robe. Instantly, the atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming solemn.

“I heard quite a few celebrities are coming tomorrow. You young folks love chasing after stars, don’t you?” said Zhou Dewang, the manager of the Pearl Department at Dafook Jewelry, over the phone.

Behind Chen Yingfu, Yan Hong, Fu Feiyang, Qin Xuanzi, Bai Qianyu, and Xu Jin stood, each clad in treasured armor, their gazes fierce and fixed forward.

Langqi, the King of Trampling, was a member of the Elephant Tribe, wielding a massive iron staff and serving as the tribe’s previous leader.

Under the effect of the Drain Skill, the aura on that arm weakened, and Chen Feng seized the moment, activating a flash skill to close in. In his hand, the Hextech Gunblade gleamed, unleashing a barrage of blade energy.

However, sinking the *Benales City* was a fortunate accident for the Germans, as they had unwittingly caught a big fish.

Facing Li Chengxu, Xiao Yan didn’t dare show any negligence, especially since they were asking him for a favor. Naturally, he extended his courtesies to the utmost.

Chen Zhiming felt quite embarrassed. His words were half-flattery and half an expression of deep admiration for Jiang Shan.

Shen Tong stood silently on the boxing ring, watching his opponent, the Blood Shadow Killer, an underling of his competitor Tasa. This match was Shen Tong’s stepping stone. Each blow was fierce, with neither side holding back.

Lan Yu knew that on a battlefield with no combat experience, it was foolish to go to higher floors. Even the most inexperienced sniper knew that was a dead end.

Guang Ying and the others immediately handed the prepared clothes to Qing Xuan. After she dressed, she stepped out of the box, a bit unsteady—perhaps due to her recent death. She nearly stumbled upon standing.

For a long time, environmental pollution, low resource utilization efficiency, and a lack of core technologies in product development had hindered this region’s sustainable development plans.

Regarding the entire situation, Lan Yu couldn’t quite figure out one thing—Wang Mei hadn’t once used her personal communication device to contact him. She had always relied on the tracker in his shoes to follow him.

I shouted loudly, “Is anyone out there? Step back—I’m about to throw a grenade!” When no one responded, I pulled out two grenades, removed the safety pins, and tossed them into the flames.

Although I was nearly her husband, we weren’t actually married. If she decided to help her brother instead, I couldn’t really complain.

“Hmph, out of respect for Felicia, I’ll let this slide, you jerk…” Su Jun muttered as she pulled out her money.

Baima approached and pressed her hand against the heart of the ritual leader, absorbing the poisoned spiritual energy born from her own tainted blood back into herself.

Due to the low concentration of poisonous gas and the slightly stronger southeast wind, the toxic air in the town was beginning to dissipate.

“So, a lot of them are looking to remarry, hoping to find new partners at the resort. Maybe it’s because they lack a sense of security,” Taozi mused.

Seeing the enemy behave this way, Wang Qiang suspected a scheme. But with the advantage in numbers, he had no fear. The complex terrain around Longmen Town also hindered cavalry maneuvers, so he led his troops forward. Spotting the enemy forming ranks, he ordered his own formation, preparing for battle.

This time, Xiao Yi hoped that Lin Qingxuan would join his sect’s disciples to gather ghost mushrooms in the cave and vie for a *Hua Ying Pill*.

Without hesitation, Tao Yiting let out a shout, raised her Purple Shark Sword, and struck with all her might at the giant wolf’s head.

Her hands gripped the armrests tightly, as if afraid that letting go would cause them to slip away.

Lin Qingxuan realized his teacup had disappeared. He was still surrounded by the dense fog of the Silent Sea, with a gloomy, boundless haze stretching out in every direction, utterly silent.

Hiding behind a tree, it watched nervously, wondering if it should drag its injured leader back later. But after comparing their sizes, it abandoned the thought—after all, even if it wanted to drag the mutated tree, it wouldn’t have the strength to do so.

Following the chaos caused by foreign invaders, the forces led by Yunfan and Xiru received worldwide recognition, becoming a core part of the anti-war alliance. Yunfan was even appointed as a leading general, specifically in charge of fending off extraterrestrial invaders.

“The Prime Minister has been ill for over half a year, so why is he suddenly back today?” The Emperor couldn’t hide a mocking tone as he accepted tea from the eunuch, took a sip, and maintained an impassive expression.

“What did you say?” Madam Ziguang’s face went pale upon hearing Zhu Qi’s words.

Hu Dongmin had many considerations. His decision was simple: he could discuss things openly with Li Zhaofeng in private, but publicly, he had to flatter and support the Gratitude and Charity Foundation, giving them all the respect they deserved.