Day Fifty-Seven Since Reincarnation as Rimuru

"Actually, coming out isn't as severe as you think." Ling Miao playfully patted Su Yuyang's face.

Beneath the tribulation lightning, his solid and indestructible stone body, which had survived for thirty thousand years, was now battered and riddled with countless holes.

Su Wuyang was astonished. He had never known anything about Qin Fangbai's past. Having previously noticed his good martial arts skills, he had asked a question or two, only to learn that he had once served in the military. Now, the local police officer was saying he had even served in the narcotics squad?

The tsunami was less than a kilometer away from the cruise ship. Everyone was panic-stricken as massive gales struck, bringing violent winds on board and filling the air with fine water droplets, making the entire ship feel as though it were caught in a downpour.

Fortunately, Sheldon didn't utter those words aloud; otherwise, Wang Kai wouldn't have known whether he could suppress his temper and keep from punching Sheldon to death.

I tidied up a little, grabbed my car keys, and stepped outside. Hiding at home wouldn't yield any information, so going out for a walk was bound to be better.

In a daze, I returned home, took my clothes to the bathroom, and took a shower—washing away everything about him, washing away everything from the past, washing away anything and everything he had ever given me. From this moment on, we would walk our separate paths, and our bridges would lead to our own destinations.

Facing the attack from this veteran dean of the Immortal Martial Academy, Xia Yang shook his head, then let out a gentle sigh. Instantly, like a violent gale sweeping through, he blew this obnoxious veteran dean beyond the nine heavens, making him vanish from his sight.

Li Ye smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and said, "Let's set off. Once we reach Taiping Town, we can ask Prime Minister Song for provisions. It seems we will have to find other ways to procure food supplies."

Bai Rushuang sat quietly to the side with a full face of smiles. Watching Wang Jie push open the heavy door and walk in, Wang Jie couldn't help feeling somewhat unnatural, not knowing how to broach the matter to her.

Having been away for so long, he had never worried, because he knew that when he returned, his father would still be waiting for him at the City Lord's Mansion.

"The Empress Dowager should immediately dispatch someone to Pingcheng to issue an imperial decree, commanding General Yun to search for His Majesty's whereabouts in Pingcheng," Yang Jiaojian advised earnestly.

Since he had met Qin Fei, his drunkenness came to an end. Ye Feng circulated his spiritual energy to dispel the alcohol from his system.

Wang Xiu felt deeply moved after hearing the story, never expecting his brother to have such a torturous history.

Bardock was filled with anticipation. Having left the ninja world for eighty years, what had it become? Had the original plot already begun? Or had even the Fourth Great Ninja War already concluded?

Yun Fengjin flew back to his quarters and, upon finding his younger sister already lifeless, was consumed by grief. Carrying a towering rage along with his sister's remains, he returned to the General's Estate.

"Qiuyue," Yun Xia called out. Qiuyue didn't hear him; raising her wooden mallet, she plunged into the pit to churn and mash the rice. As the heavy mallet fell, Qiuyue's body darted out of the rice pit—boom! The heavy mallet crashed down.

As Lei Zihao's voice faded, his figure flickered slightly and slowly vanished from the spot. Wang Jie hurriedly followed suit, and the spacious council hall returned to its quiet state.

Sottra was truly convinced now. He finally understood what it meant to have a plan for every contingency. That somewhat long-winded plan had in the end secured the safety of hundreds of his brothers—and naturally, the safety of the defense line as well.

"Good! I'll make arrangements first, and you wait for my call." Song Deqing hung up the phone, a few traces of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

Upon reaching the upper slopes of the valley, Yao Lingzhi had no idea where to look for Yunshan, so she simply rented a room at a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain.

These people were not only wealthy, but they also possessed their own fixed social circles. Those within that circle were either wealthy or noble, and the level of society they interacted with was far beyond the reach of ordinary entrepreneurs.

"Then why are you still speaking with such arrogance?" The alluring charm on Zhao Da's face suddenly vanished, and a wolf-like viciousness flashed in his eyes.

"Why? Even knowing he still wants you, you'd rather raise two children alone than make peace with him? What kind of major issue could possibly make you choose this?" When Swan spoke seriously about a matter, she naturally exuded an authority that made me willingly explain the whole course of events to her.

In this starry continent, it was entirely ordinary—neither lofty nor vast, devoid of any divine miracles or towering ancient trees.

"What about me?" Sun Jinwang, who had previously looked terrified, suddenly changed his expression and reverted to his arrogant demeanor from moments before.

The newly built city of Monterrey possessed a quasi-circular structure. Most cities in the apocalypse favored this design, as it offered the most convenient defense layout.

Murong Yinzhu, who had originally intended to slip away quietly, decided to first check out the Blazing Flame Cavern. If she could take away Nangong Lin's corpse, she would do so.

Mo Qian frowned as he looked at Shen Zhiqiu. "Who knows when that person might suddenly pop up, and then the whole deception will fall apart?" There is no such thing as an airtight wall in this world; deception can only lead to exposure.

Previously, Li Tianbiao had been hauled into the police station for questioning numerous times, but because the police never had substantial evidence, they could do nothing to him.

With her back pressed firmly against the door panel, she shook her head vigorously, thinking she must have gone crazy. Why hadn't she just punched him to ruin his face a moment ago?

A person sleeping in the bushes suddenly sat up upon smelling the drifting aroma of wine. With a stubbly beard and a lingering alcoholic flush on his face, his eyes were half-closed as if he were still deeply intoxicated.

Inside a damp room smelling of lime, Qin Sangruo was bound tightly to a chair. There was not the slightest trace of fear on her face.

Lu Yanying finally grew tired of beating him, grabbed Yan Peng's hand, and shoved him backward, sending him tumbling into a muddy puddle.

The task assigned by his master had to be completed, and furthermore, it concerned the ancestors. Even if it meant locking horns with the other party, he would spare no effort. Zhou杰 bowed his head in thought, picked up his phone, and dialed a call to Song Ze.

After finishing dinner, Song Nanzi refused Qin Sangruo's offer to wash the dishes, and taking advantage of the time before her shift, told her to hurry to bed and get some rest.