Chapter 172: Roguetown Marines? Instant defeat

Naruto felt a deep sense of internal contradiction toward someone like Luffy.

On one hand, he genuinely admired Luffy’s straightforwardness; that unmasked sincerity stirred a deep sense of kinship within Naruto's heart. Whenever he saw Luffy expressing his thoughts and emotions without a single reservation, Naruto would unconsciously break into a soft smile, feeling that such a person was exceptionally precious in this complex world.

Yet, on the other hand, Naruto felt conflicted about Luffy being a soldier, though the thought trailed off.

She truly liked Leng Jun, and even harbored wild fantasies of one day successfully seducing him so she could soar to the branches and become a phoenix. Furthermore, she remained firmly convinced that Leng Jun would inevitably fall for her.

If the demons were truly to invade the Blue Star, without the protection of a major power, their nation of Marley would inevitably be destroyed! Even if the probability of a demon invasion was merely one percent, he still dared not take that gamble.

"You've come just in time; Yuxing has something she wants to tell you," he said, pretending to look stern before turning his face away, unable to suppress a rising smile at the corner of his lips.

Upon hearing Su Yunxiu's words, Lin Huaiyu felt as though someone was indeed staring at her. However, Su Yunxiu refused to believe it, making her begin to doubt her own instincts.

The vast majority of the crew in the massive studio had nothing to do and stood by on standby, which inevitably led to them glancing around at everything.

Yet, despite having made the decision, they still dragged their feet. The forward momentum was painfully slow, almost as if they were deliberately luring the zombies over to kill them one by one.

Once a person lives solely for revenge, they become little more than a walking corpse, sometimes acting without any regard for the consequences. Deep down, she harbored a singular conviction: even if it meant her own utter destruction and endless torment in the end, she would ensure those she hated never knew peace.

"Tell me your name, so I'll know what to write on your gravestone when I carve it!" Shen Zhuo said.

Rao Zhen ran forward with all her might. She did not know where she was heading, but her legs simply refused to stop, driving her in a frantic dash ahead.

To spend five million to marry a used woman—who could possibly stomach such a thing? Yet upon hearing this, Qiao Yeyue remained completely expressionless, her heart as still as stagnant water.

Anxious knocks sounded from outside the door, and before he could grant permission, Zhang Yang pushed the door open and strode in.

The piercing shrieks startled the surrounding mists, causing even the vapor to ripple slightly. Droplets of fresh blood spattered outward like a fine, misty drizzle, staining the ambient fog crimson.

They believed that running away could solve everything, but in reality, that was not the case. Not long after they started running, everyone began to feel a sensation like countless needles piercing their entire bodies.

Hua Fenglan, who was embroidering garments beside the charcoal brazier, raised her head in astonishment. "Why are the Imperial Noble Consort and the Crown Prince visiting here today?"

By the time Madam Song and her entourage proceeded to the main branch, the elderly maid Zhu and the others who served Xie Shumin all began to experience a wavering resolve.

The man possessed handsome features and wore a well-fitted dark navy blue suit jacket over a white collared shirt, paired with grey formal trousers. Judging from his impeccably tailored and refined attire, he was undoubtedly a successful man in his mature years, exuding an aura of aloofness and quiet business sophistication.

It has finally come to a complete end. Every time I finish writing a finale, I always feel a profound heaviness in my chest, solely for the characters whose stories have concluded. Although it might not be well-written, it was crafted with my own heartfelt dedication. While writing, I felt a resonance so deep that I almost choked up right alongside Qin Yuyuan.

A gust of night wind blew through the window of the celestial prison, billowing her long robes and hair. Stumbling erratically, she rushed wildly toward the exit of the cell.

The Northern Courtyard, which was originally so desolate that even flies disdained to enter it, instantly became bustling with activity.

Afterward, without holding anything back, she recounted the origins of Rourou and the affair of the "Fragrant Blood Sea" in complete detail.

Ever since Chen Hao told her last night that he would take her to meet his parents today, she had returned home and spent the entire night tossing and turning in nervous insomnia.

After finishing her sentence, Fang Yuyian turned sideways, refusing to look at Jian Yi, and closed his eyes. He was no longer sleepy, so he began counting imaginary sheep in his mind, completely ignoring Jian Yi's intentions.