0102 The Bustling Group

“Bing Ying, you’re pregnant? Congratulations! Considering your age, it’s about time you had a child,” Jin Shanhai said without any concern for how blunt her words sounded.

Bing Ying looked at Jin Shanhai and replied, “What do you mean by ‘my age’? I’m not even fifty yet. Around here, people live well over two hundred years. I’m still young, very much young.”

Jin Shanhai truly had no tact.

Xie Yihuang chuckled at the scene beside them.

However, Luo Hong, who had just come down from Brother Zhen, showed no trace of the panic that Duan Xing had expected. This immediately gave Duan Xing a bad feeling.

The blood-red troops halted at Xiebo Foot, just ten miles from Hongtu City.

At this moment, S City seemed to have transformed into a fortress of battle. As the city walls took shape, the zombies inside grew increasingly ferocious.

As the ruler of a nation, Xu Zhuoxin was undoubtedly generous when he acted. Luo Hong, of course, could not remain indifferent. His earlier remarks were simply a strategic retreat to advance, one of the Thirty-Six Stratagems.

“Are you busy working over there?” Xu Mo finally seized the opportunity to interrupt. In recent days, she had mainly been taking care of Ran Jing’er. The monotonous life made her feel bored, even somewhat stifled.

The Fusang Hall was nearly the highest point in the Tianshan realm. The enormous Fusang Spirit Vine spread outward from this hall, creating a vast spiritual vine space.

With the second step taken, the rhythm remained steady, as if stepping to the beat of a drum, confidently crossing the closed section once more.

After circulating divine energy for over a thousand cycles without discomfort, Di Jia was about to continue training when a knock came at the door. Hastily concluding his practice, he opened to find a familiar yet strange heavenly soldier standing outside.

Even if Uchiha Sasuke was his roommate, so what? Even if Uzumaki Naruto was his roommate, what difference did it make?

His entire body radiated a blood-red light, a domineering and majestic power surging from the ancient star soul within him, overwhelming and awe-inspiring.

Master Yu blinked slowly at the Taicheng guards. At that moment, however, his attention was not on his subordinates but entirely focused on Lan Ziyi. To everyone’s surprise, the red flush on his face, caused by anger, quickly faded, replaced by a chilling iron-blue hue.

Bai Nuohang smiled awkwardly, sitting there, rubbing his hands from time to time, his gaze darting about with unease.

In the audience, one spectator felt moisture on his face, as if something had dripped to his lips. He licked it and found it salty. Puzzled, he raised his hand to wipe his face, only to find it wet with tears.

Yet on a modern battlefield, the more a target stands out, the more they become the focus of attacks. After holding out for 47 seconds, Nana had drawn nearly the entire demon legion’s forces.

He said, “Don’t be stubborn, okay? I’m the boss, I make the decisions. You don’t have to work now; just stay here.” Xu Rongyan’s tone was slightly harsh as he glared at me and then left, closing the office door behind him. I went to open it, but it seemed to have been locked from the outside.

Just one arrow from Tao Zhu Rabbit could take half of Yue Shan Jian’s life. If all six Northern Town soldiers fired together, Yue Shan Jian would surely be pierced like a porcupine.

Everyone except me looked my way, but I stayed silent, curious how he knew my name.

After Kluoba and his guests left the banquet, they hid inside the palace and managed to survive the ordeal without incident.

A simple sentence, yet it carried immense confidence that was clear to all the hundreds present. As a super-strong warrior who had subdued the Azure Flame Jade Fox King and the Black Armor Flame Demon Worm, he naturally had the right to speak with such certainty.