Chapter 84: Cui Xiangqun Might Be Right Beneath These Waters!

Jiang Butong had originally wanted to go into the water as well. He and Jiang Yuan had grown up by the river since childhood and were both excellent swimmers. However, after thinking it over, he realized that if he also went in, there would be no one left to direct the group. So he chose not to go into the water.

Eagle descended from the small building. Spotting Jiang Butong, he hurried over.

“Brother Tong...”

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“Officer Du, you flatter me. Exchange would be too much to say; I’d be honored just to go there and learn,” Tang Cheng replied with a smile.

The Blind Monk, seeing that the Sword Demon had unleashed his ultimate move, didn’t linger but turned toward the middle lane, while the Sword Demon chose to return to base.

He had undergone rigorous training in strength, speed, reflexes, and hand-to-hand combat. Even among the most elite special forces of the Southern Sea Military District, not even hundreds of their so-called kings of solo combat could compare to him.

Looking at Mo Ling’s figure and the direction in which Huang Yi disappeared, one was searching for the true meaning of the game, while the other persisted in his e-sports ideals.

They were still dreaming naïvely of some utopian camaraderie among their peers—how foolish and innocent.

My fighting strength kept declining. That damned mage on the other side had killed me five times already, and I was powerless to resist. If this were reality, that person would probably have been crippled by me by now.

Heruda managed to calm herself, but after thinking it over, she felt something was wrong—never did anything bad? Tea Cultivator used to be a noble brigand, didn’t he?

Without even realizing when it began, she had already developed a psychological reliance on Gu Jun’s presence.

This left Gu Shiba feeling as though something was missing. With hidden weapons, naturally, the more one knew the better. But Cui Shaoqing only learned them for self-defense, so Gu Shiba didn’t care for refinement—he simply taught Cui Shaoqing everything he knew.

What Xu Zhu hadn’t expected was that the one teaching him to play chess was none other than the world’s most notorious villain, “Overflowing with Evil” Duan Yanqing.

The president of the Romanian Football Association, Shandu, expressed disbelief that Chelsea could be “so foolish” and stated that Romania would definitely submit a protest letter to FIFA and UEFA.

Thomas’s hands, previously withered like those of an old man, suddenly swelled up like balloons. In the blink of an eye, they became as large as human heads, his sharp claws glinting with a chilling light. Each nail was as long as an average person’s middle finger.

At that moment, Master Liu was so overwhelmed with grief that he almost wanted to cry, the bitterness in his heart as intense as if he had swallowed endless bitterness itself.

Watching Qin Tian reach behind himself and pull out such a long object, Shadow Snake couldn’t help but glance several times at Qin Tian’s backside, puzzled as to where on earth Qin Tian could have hidden something that long.

Hearing Wang Feifei say, “I know Xiao Mei’s character better than you do,” Qin Tian instinctively wanted to retort, “What kind of illicit affair do you two have? Better confess now.” But thinking of the consequences, he promptly changed his tune, picked up the phone, and dialed in front of Wang Feifei.

“Again, Divine Power!” Xiao Cheng called out in a low voice. His aura surged, his height shot up, and in an instant he became a giant over seven meters tall—twice as big as before.

The residences of the powerful and noble families of Yan were mostly located in the northern part of the city, including the Yan King’s Mansion and Huangfu Zhen’s residence. To avoid unexpected incidents, after entering Ji City, the group didn’t delay, hurrying through the main avenue straight to the residence of the Magistrate.

Hearing Qin Tian’s mocking laugh, Thomas’s eyes grew even redder. With a furious roar, his punches toward Qin Tian became heavier and more forceful.

In the countryside, no one ever slept in. From the first crow of the rooster, the village gradually came alive.