Day 53 as Rimuru (Bonus chapter for 200 likes)

No, such a wonderful opportunity cannot be wasted. If I let it slip, I would be failing both the Buddha and the Almighty.

Hearing this, Gu Haoran trembled slightly. It was not as if he had never entertained such thoughts before, but too many people and matters were involved, and he simply dared not let his mind wander in that direction. To make such a conjecture without solid proof would be enough to cost him his head.

In the present state of Daqing, as Elder Zhou Ji was helped up by both hands, his entire body trembled, lowering his head so that he no longer dared to look at the magistrate whom he had previously found impossible to gaze upon directly.

"Retreat? What retreat? All the Japanese devils here will be dead in a moment," Cao Hu said without even sparing Yulong a glance.

Elderman Zhao's passionate and stirring words immediately won the support of almost all the gentry present, and the previously gloomy atmosphere began to liven up.

The wound on his arm had stopped bleeding, but because of that casual slash from Isar, which had shattered the bones throughout his entire arm, that limb was effectively ruined.

Yue'er remained silent, only listening intently to the voice on the other end of the line. By the time Jing girl walked up, the person on the other side had already hung up. With a troubled mind, Yue'er put down the receiver and told Jing girl she had to be excused, as she needed to go out for a while.

Their eyes met. She saw his thin lips pressed tightly into a cold, straight line, his gaze fierce and as chilling as the biting frost of the twelfth lunar month.

Especially Lü Shi, who was well-traveled and experienced—having absorbed plenty of underworld tactics from modern movies, television, and city streets—unleashed an endless array of sly and wicked modern tricks.

She raised her gaze in a daze; there was not a single star in the sky. "Is this what is called a calamity?" She suspected it could not be that simple.

Xiao Yue stared at the character "Xuantian" embroidered on the clothes worn by the few people before him and muttered to himself.

"Isn't this just being a security guard? I applied for a driver's position," Li Tianchou said, feeling somewhat dizzy as he interrupted the long-winded, foot-binding-cloth-like speech of the dark-faced man.

Gao Chong picked out a few quartz crystal-like stones himself and asked Dachu and the others to sort out the bornite within them to take away.

By evening, Qian Mu made his way to Gao Chong's courtyard early. Dachu waited from afar and welcomed Qian Mu into the compound. Security pickets had been deployed out to fifty meters.

"Yes, yes, revered Beast Master, you are entirely correct. You are now a free person, but since you are currently within our military base, you must abide by our rules," the general explained, seeming intent on carrying out some action.

Zhao Jing looked at Zhu Yu, hoping to catch that confident smile on his face. Every time she saw Zhu Yu, Zhao Jing felt an indescribable sense of security, but now she could see nothing. She looked at Chu Feng, feeling a trace of unease.

The so-called fake Golden Core meant that his core had been snatched from someone else. This plundered core was then fused with his body to elevate him into a Golden Core stage cultivator.

This time, even though Feng Yiming's sword light contained sword intent, it still struggled to withstand the might of the five blade Qi slashes, and without any suspense, they were successively neutralized.

Zhang Guo took the letter. As a personal guard minister to Li Yu, he was granted direct audience access without prior announcement. He immediately walked into the main hall and handed the letter to Li Yu.

"Although we are an association composed of aberrants, as an organization with lofty ideals and a sacred mission, we still require rules."

As for Zhao Bi, how could he not yearn for a hearty, unfettered battle? Yet who else could offer such a thing now? That person at Shaolin Temple would likely never do so.

Li Hai told Wu Wei not to be affected, to practice with single-minded devotion, banish distracting thoughts, and try his best to avoid external interference.

Before long—before Caioesse could even find a suitable, less greasy spot in this less-than-clean tavern—her drink had been mixed.

After dinner, Meng Jinxing's ultra-luxury recreational vehicle was responsible for driving Wu Wei to the Spring Festival Gala broadcast hall. Zhang Yu and the others accompanied him in the vehicle. Upon arrival, Wu Wei rested in the car for a while, and seeing that the time was right, he had Zhang Yu style him.

"His Highness must first agree to a few conditions from this concubine," Wang Xifeng said with a smile, catching his restless hands.

At past nine o'clock, Bai Yuze awoke from a hazy slumber, washed his face, and stepped out.

At this moment, apart from Zhou Qing, Du You, and a few others, almost everyone else was a Guardian or a former Guardian, possessing ample experience in dealing with the descent of the eerie fog.

"Since Xinxin cannot come, you can come instead," Wang Sizhen recalled the delicate and charming Huang Xiaolan from the dinner table yesterday.

Looking closely, every single object in his office was arranged with absolute neatness. Any paired objects were strictly symmetrical from left to right, presenting a picture of extreme tidiness.

Tang Hui leaned slightly against the imperial couch, supporting her head with one hand, her phoenix eyes half-closed as she lazily rested with her eyes shut.

"Since that is the case, it happens to coincide with what I desire." The wizard's brilliantly bright eyes suddenly locked onto Murong Qingyu's face, smiling inexplicably, in a way that felt utterly bizarre.

"This..." Master Lin also witnessed Meng Yu's 'scene recreation,' and his conviction in what he had witnessed that day instantly began to waver.

Murong Qingyu pushed aside the person blocking his path and strode forward to forcefully pull Ling Aoxue out from the sandy earth.

The two people standing not far away looked at this scene, a reaction that could hardly be described by mere shock alone.

"Haoyu, you have always been very calm! You should think certain things through clearly by yourself, and you surely know what kind of decision you ought to make!" After saying this, Hua Qiange glared fiercely at Liu Qinghe, then turned around and left the place, just like Jing Ruoqing.

Inside the council chamber, various clan elders expressed their own views and argued without yielding, plunging the room into chaos for a time, with some even shouting until their faces turned red.