Day 61 of Reincarnating as Rimuru

In the sky, dozens of entities suddenly appeared. Some were ferocious and clawing desolate beasts, while others were tyrannical, humanoid beings, forming a defensive line across the firmament.

This was because only the Great Xia world could erase the traces of the powerful, causing them to completely vanish from time and space, from past to future. This was a vanishing originating from the very source of the world, making it seem as though those people had never existed in the first place.

Outside the celestial prison, Zhao Chun paced back and forth with his horsetail whisk, looking somewhat anxious. He did not know why Liu Cheng had gone to see Sima Fang, and the longer Liu Cheng stayed inside the cell, the more uneasy he felt.

He was quite surprised; Africa was not a peaceful place, especially after European forces intervened, making it only more chaotic.

Under Jin Zhong's expectant gaze, Old Ba raised his chin, unzipped his tote bag, and pulled out stack after stack of US dollars.

Both banks of the Weak Water River were surrounded by deserts, interspersed with occasional oases. These oases were inhabited by various barbarian tribes, including Xiongnu, Qiang, and Xianbei peoples. This place was a mixed settlement of barbarians, and when Liu Cheng’s western expeditionary army had returned previously, they had taken this exact route, so he was somewhat familiar with the roads.

With such thoughts in mind, he could not help pressing down a bit harder on the accelerator, speeding toward the Pengzhan Group.

Keane’s taste was not too bad, after all, he wore brands like Polo or Armani. However, his shoes did not match; after putting on one of Keane’s windbreakers, Liu Zhan had walked here wearing a pair of slippers. Coupled with his frantic dash all the way, he inevitably looked rather disheveled.

Generally speaking, a subscription-to-favorites ratio within twenty showed great potential, while those under ten were practically one-in-a-hundred miraculous herbs.

Zhou Longfei released his spiritual sense. Under the coverage of his spiritual awareness, his heart was filled with astonishment—the water here truly seemed a bit different. As Zhou Longfei observed the surrounding environment, a wave of shock rippled through him, though he wondered if he was just overthinking it.

At the lead was a young man with extremely pale skin, a lock of short, bangs-like fringe falling across his forehead to obscure one eye. His other, slender eye exuded a sharp and fierce radiance.

However, regrets were useless now; what had happened had already happened. What they needed to consider now was how to escape the clutches of the devil.

In Cui'er's eyes, given that temper, if not for the Emperor's immense favor, her mistress truly would not have been able to survive long in this inner court.

Without realizing it, she had spent a tremendous amount of time in the gaming world. As the clearance of the game finally drew near, she suddenly remembered that her frail, useless body was still lying in the hospital.

The village was twenty miles west of Beast Soul City, and that crippled expert was called Zhong Qiang, who was a werewolf.

Tiesuo could tell that this was a disguised threat, nothing more than a declaration for self-preservation. By claiming to hold the title of imperial court officials, it meant they could surrender to the court and turn their swords against Yanzhou at any moment, because they were indeed officials appointed by the imperial court, no matter how incompetent or corrupt they might be.

Liuqin laid down the empire to accompany her into seclusion. At this thought, a warmth bloomed in her heart, and her eyes grew hot as crystal-clear tears welled up and slid down her cheeks. Seeing this, Liuqin immediately reached out and gently wiped them away.

Ye Sichen's heart sank involuntarily. Aside from Wuyou and Nianci, no one had ever caused him to feel this anxious.

As transcendent beings, they naturally stood high above ordinary martial artists. Under normal circumstances, lower-tier martial artists would consciously bow and pay respect to transcendents, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

"Alright, alright, alright, my fault, my fault, is that not enough?" Lin Feng shook his head, saying with a helpless expression.

She slammed heavily against the wall before dropping to the floor, her eyes rolling back in pain from the agony. At that moment, I heard the sound of a door handle being turned and instantly darted over to Li Shuke, pressing the short blade I had just used tightly against her neck.

Everyone immediately burst into laughter. Indeed, people usually used Dao techniques to counter Dao techniques, or ghost slaves to counter Dao techniques. Using whatever was at hand to fight back—I was probably the only one who would do that.

Seeing Li Shuke glare fiercely at her before turning her gaze toward the distance without answering for a long time, Hongye felt extremely puzzled: usually, the princess would have blushed long ago and scolded her for talking too much. Yet right now, there was nothing unusual about the princess's face, only a lessening of worry and attachment, replaced by a greater sense of peace and calm.

They were as large as big cats, and then the meticulous sky-burial master opened the shroud, placed the corpse face-down on the sky-burial platform, and fixed its head to a stone pillar with a hada scarf.

"Second rank, fire!" Another dozen or so Eight Banners soldiers were picked off, and the remaining ones pulled their horses around in a panic and began galloping back.

"Xu Lang, you guys take a break, I'll go prepare dinner." Zhao Zhiruo headed straight for the kitchen the moment she returned home.

In the blink of an eye, within the mirror of all-penetrating mysteries before Wei Ye, a marble temple seemed to suddenly rise up. The moment the temple materialized, it felt as if it were about to burst directly out of the mirror.

Xu Zhi calmly drew his Fengming Sword and met the challenge. Ouyang Kang seized the initiative, slashing horizontally with his sword toward Xu Zhi's left shoulder. Xu Zhi hurriedly raised his sword to parry. The two blades clashed, producing a ringing sound that echoed throughout the valley.

After all, Qin Ke had just driven the God-Smiting Stone to send the God-Slaughtering Cauldron flying a moment ago. How could this possibly be something an ordinary rookie at the Imperial Vein realm could pull off?

However, there was not much distance left to retreat, as the space was almost two-thirds occupied by ice.

Precisely because of this, Lu Mingang's shock was even greater. He, Bai Rong, and Lu Haijia all knew that Wang Nuo was the decision-maker behind this research report; the others at most gathered information and data, or even raised opposing opinions.

"Please do not speak to my mother in such a pitiful tone. It might work on her, but it has no effect on me. I neither care about the life and death of your Yang family, nor will I interfere. When someone does something wrong, a simple 'I'm sorry' cannot solve the problem, so facing corresponding punishment is only right. If you have nothing else, old sir, I won't see you out!" Xu Yang left directly.

Although not entirely standard, Yang Fan was thoroughly certain that the map lacked only the precise accuracy of maps on Earth. Strictly speaking, the precision and margin of error in the map drawn by Li Jinlian definitely did not exceed one kilometer.

"What kind of power is this?" Qiu Liangang looked at Feng Lingxue, just about to say, "Are you still planning to just watch like this?" However, Feng Lingxue had already taken action. She suddenly broke into a run for two steps and plunged headfirst into the swamp.

"Hahahaha, of course I'll raise it! Even if you want the moon in the sky, I can pluck it down for you!" Shen Yi said.

"Madam, can you bear to part with it?" Shen Yi said smugly. Then, he beckoned for the driver to bring the car over, and only then did I realize it was Chang Yuan.

The investment capital allocated for the international market still had over 230 million US dollars remaining. Wang Nuo was well aware that his medium-term outlook for the Japanese Yen was still bullish; he could not possibly give up operations in the Yen market. Because of the information exchange channel with Dou Jiang, the probability of making a profit was extremely high.