Where are the monthly votes, where could they be? (Tonight’s update has already been posted~)

At the sound, Zhou Wei’s chest tightened with panic. The other men under his command also overheard the conversation, and immediately drew their knives, leveling their halberds at Ran Fei and his companions.

Without giving the warden another chance to explain, Si Haoxuan, furious, hung up the phone, his expression dark and foreboding.

“It’s obvious to me you’re all working together, plotting to secretly hand the vehicle over to someone else. You’d better come clean—tell me the truth! Tell me now!” Mr. Li shouted loudly.

What? Why are you dropping out of school? What happened to you? Did your parents agree to this? I was going to come to your house to look for you, but my aunt just came back recently, so I didn’t go.

Alman was forced back, his mechanical body completely suppressed, unable to make use of its advantages. Even his warblade began to crack under the pressure.

“Big brother, let’s find a place for Old Six to rest first,” Feng Yaoli stood up, scanning the surroundings for a safe haven.

Qin Chen followed behind Jiang Zheyu back to his courtyard. As soon as they entered, Jiang Zheyu activated the formation, then immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed, his face ashen.

Zhang Biluo was skeptical. Yan Beichen couldn’t even leave the house without help. Even if Yan Lao Si came back and drew attention, how could Yan Beichen leave openly?

This batch of swords was prepared by Ran Fei for his own private army. Matters of the military have always been top secret from ancient times to the present. The number of weapons and armor produced for Ran Fei by the Swordsmith Hall increased every year, but no one ever asked why—because it was classified.

“I suspect her very birth was influenced by the old master’s aura of annihilation. Now that most of that aura has dissipated, I fear she too will soon vanish,” Wu Jiansong speculated.

Once again, I had that dream. When I was drained and no longer wished to compete with Chen Xiangning, Fu Shaochuan looked at me with unwavering resolve and said, “Lulu, let’s get married.”

In that instant, a flicker of panic crossed Han Jiang’s eyes—clearly, he hadn’t expected me to notice this as well.

Neither of them was surprised that Kyoko had never been meant to be involved from the start.

“Because three days from now, the Guardian must return to attend a betrothal ceremony. When we act, the Guardian won’t be able to respond immediately,” Long explained.

He had already noticed that both Yang Chen and Dao Ye were being overwhelmed; given a little more time, they would surely be defeated.

The weather was so bitterly cold that not a soul could be seen on the streets—not even a stray dog, all of them hidden away.

The light came so suddenly that Kiriarod immediately assumed a defensive stance, believing that Diga was about to unleash a devastating attack and trying to shield himself from it.

At that time, the Dongmen family offended some mysterious powerhouse—several of their top experts died in succession, and the family went into decline, withdrawing from the ranks of the elite.

“Exactly! If he’d known about this cooking method, why didn’t he make fish for us before? And it’s not like he’s never cooked fish before—I remember last time, his fish made a lot of people sick!” Another soldier chimed in after hearing his comrade.

Though the opponent’s grappling techniques were flawless, perhaps the world’s best, the man’s conduct was thoroughly despicable, wasn’t it?

Staring deeply at Nangong Jingyue, Bai Shaozi knew he could kill him with a wave of his hand, but he would not escape unscathed. So he wavered, unable to decide whether to trust or to doubt.

Everyone stared in astonishment at Natiel, especially the dozens of men guarding the Eight Treasures Pavilion. They circled him several times, still unable to believe what they saw.

The Thunderfire Pearl was forged from the rare Black Buddha Flame—a fearsome elemental energy capable of effortlessly shattering countless shackles.

The synchronized sound of marching arose as a dozen king-ranked soldiers returned to their own barracks and locked themselves in.

“Commoners?” Ye Haoyang seemed genuinely surprised. “I really don’t understand politics—aren’t only the wealthy and powerful supposed to become members of parliament? Since when can ordinary people run for vice president?”

She cried out in alarm, her speed only increasing as she hurried anxiously toward the source of the sound, with her companions hastening after her.

Saint Son Jiang Siqi of the Holy See led hundreds of thousands of troops from this mysterious army, rushing toward the headquarters of the Church of Light. In less than two days, they reached the outskirts of Bright City.

Only now did he realize that Huaxia, too, possessed mechanical exoskeletons and was capable of assembling exoskeleton corps.

Wang Siming and his men also dismounted and returned the greeting, before both sides got straight to business and began to exchange opinions.

“The energy fluctuations are too intense. At this rate, even if you escape through the dungeon, you won’t make it out before he awakens,” Kong Lao said solemnly.

The “Thousand-Handed Centipede Sacrifice” was a hidden weapon technique. Unleashed, it sent a stream of projectiles covering all three directions—high, middle, and low—enveloping the opponent in a deadly assault that few could withstand in battle, hence its name.

Though Lin Zheng spoke politely, he’d already pulled Su Qin down beside him on the sofa, showing no trace of apology, not even bothering to shake hands with Lu Houliang.

As for cargo planes, it would be necessary to find a way to increase the size of the cargo hold, especially its width and height, to accommodate the transportation of large items.

Watching them depart, Song Zhongdong’s face showed a faint smile, and an unexpected sense of contentment arose within him—he found himself enjoying this kind of life.