Chapter 45: Who Are You Calling Jealous?

"Does Grandpa know what you're thinking?"
"He'll find out sooner or later."
"Which universities did you put down on your college entrance exam application?"
"That's a secret."
"You little rascal..."
The confrontation between the two brothers ended in the elder's defeat.
Fu Zheng gazed at his rebellious younger brother, once again overwhelmed by a deep sense of helplessness.
"Wang Fan, if you all have time, come to the West Suburb Airport. I'll take you for a flight."

The next day, Mo Lishou once again sent the Flower Fox Ferret flying into the Western Qi military camp, ordering it to bite Jiang Ziya and the Martial King to death. Then it was to return directly to Chaoge to claim credit.
Yang Jian, the Howling Celestial Dog, and Wu Ji focused their attacks on the ferret's upper body, while Nezha, the Windwheel Boy, and the Dragonbeard Tiger targeted its lower half.

The Deron family had established ties with Lokken through maritime ventures, and through this connection, they were now linked to Nesser.
Yuan Hong immediately transformed into a cloud and soared into the sky. The Windwheel Boy swung his red scarf, snatched the odd-looking white cloud from the heavens, and slammed it to the ground, causing Yuan Hong to tumble about in a daze.
Those who drank the Blood of Madness became living adapters, each carrying information from the Madblood Beasts, living in this world and helping the beasts gradually adapt to its differences.
At first, General Peng was unsure, but as soon as his foolish son Peng Guoqing entered the private room and instinctively glanced at Wen Ying, General Peng immediately understood.

As the PR manager and temporary agent for Tianjiao, Mrs. Wang claimed she didn't want to work, but she was always keeping an eye on industry developments.
"What have you been busy with lately?" Xu Lang sat next to Xia Ziqi, asking casually, like old friends chatting.
Mo Chen placed a lower-grade spirit stone and issued a command with his soul power; the rabbit puppet hopped towards the Great Wilderness Forest, transmitting all visual information back to his sea of consciousness.
Seeing the situation, Yan Chutian's expression turned panicked. With his spiritual power depleted, he seemed unable to avoid the pull of the wind vortex. Though he resisted with all his might, he was inevitably drawn in, falling under the suppression of the Grand Gale Seal.

The main force of the Karluk army had joined with the Minny Principality's troops to attack Shule. As the backbone of the Karluk army, most of the Karluk Knights were on the western front in Shule. On the eastern front, harassing and pinning down the Kucha army, there was only one battalion of six hundred Karluk knights.
The Minny Principality's three major legions were the Lombardy Legion, the Norman Legion, and the recently arrived Etruria Legion.

Upon entering, she glanced around, hurried to Xiao Yifan's side, cast a glance at Liao Zhengji, who was holding a gun, and with a glare of her beautiful eyes, startled him into dropping his weapon at once.
As expected, barely ten breaths had passed before strange aquatic creatures began poking their heads out of the surface of the pool.
Sean concealed his gaze well; the girl across from him noticed nothing, happily skipping over to greet him.

ps: The Inner Sect arc begins, and the story will only get more exciting! Unfortunately, it seems there are no recommendations during the New Year, so I'll just quietly keep writing.

"Are we really going to let the Anxi army securely hold the far bank, cut off our retreat and supply lines, and leave us to fend for ourselves and collapse?" In a fit of rage and panic, the Yayan Lion had none of the humility he’d imitated from his elder brother, Wumu Shanyu. He could no longer heed Audil's advice.
As mentioned before, in New York, there were only a handful of people who could stand toe-to-toe with him in close combat—Cassius was one of them.
Ha, he was rushing ahead, and fortunately, he didn't look back; otherwise, if he saw me snickering behind him, he'd have no idea what was going on.
The slaughter on Mount Hualang was unrestrained, yet it still failed to stop Fang Yan. Moments later, gazing at the devastated Blood Vine Formation and the faint traces left by the void treasure, Mount Hualang cursed under his breath, then shivered as he remembered something, promptly activated his techniques, and fled the area.