Volume 1, Chapter 67: Giannis is Too Much of a Simp

Just as Lin Beibei was fretting over finding a suitable excuse to chase Lin Si away, Lin Si provided her with a perfect one.

Lin Beibei walked over to the coffee table, looked at Lin Si, and said with a calm expression, "Right, so you should go stay at a hotel first."

The playful smile on Lin Si's face gradually froze.

After a few seconds of silence, he laughed again, "How is five hundred yuan enough to stay at a hotel? I still have to pay a deposit."

Lin Beibei rolled her eyes at him.

If not for her guilty conscience of somewhat resembling the woman her biological younger brother liked, and her fear of failing her late mother, she wouldn't even want to give Lin Si five hundred yuan.

"An ordinary hotel is more than enough. Do you want to stay in a presidential suite as well? If it's not enough, chip in the rest yourself..."

The two rough men naturally didn't notice, but the man in the corner tilted his head slightly, as if listening intently.

Everyone looked disheveled. Staring at the only two men present whose clothes remained clean, they were utterly bewildered, having no idea what had just transpired amidst the dust and smoke.

"Moros, Carus, follow me. The rest of you, go back immediately and summon your soldiers. We need to take action at once and seize control of the military camp!" Opius put on his helmet, fastened his short sword to the belt around his waist, and issued the order in a cold, stern tone.

"This is indeed a bit troublesome. If our real names end up on the online wanted list, that would be terrible," Han Zhenyu also said with a bitter expression.

Jin Qing had wanted to go take a look for a long time. Now that Ye Wei'an had proactively brought it up, how could she refuse? But just as she followed Ye Wei'an a few steps forward, her hand hanging at her side was quietly taken into Ye Wei'an's grasp.

He never expected that Wu Zuoji, who had always worn a kind expression, would actually hurl insults at him right to his face. This... this was simply audacious beyond belief.

Although he was a rogue cultivator, he was slightly aware of the bitter feud between the Hanshi Sect and the Taiyu Sect. Naturally, he had no desire to get entangled in such sectarian conflicts.

"Follow me!" Hitler beckoned to Xiong Qi, speaking in an unyielding tone. Without waiting for Xiong Qi's reaction, he turned around and walked briskly into the house.

The front courtyard was bustling with wedding festivities. Although the stewards were privately astonished, they certainly wouldn't show it on their faces. Meng Bao went around offering toasts one by one, and the stewards and their wives offered enthusiastic congratulations. Since this marriage had been personally granted by the mistress of the house, they spared no effort in extravagantly praising this hastily cobbled-together couple to the high heavens.

As soon as formal classes began, evening self-study sessions were added to the schedule. Much like back in the third year of junior high, the so-called self-study was merely a pretext for holding formal classes, lasting all the way until around seven o'clock in the evening before ending.

Sun Ren, sitting beside Yin Feng, grew panic-stricken and uneasy once more, his face turning pale white. He never expected that having just escaped a wolf's den, he would immediately stumble into a tiger's lair.

At that moment, Sun Zhihui somehow managed to find a Jinbei van used for unlicensed passenger transport and parked it right in front of Tang Feng and the others. The door slid open, and everyone piled into the vehicle.

In the exact center of the secret chamber hung a portrait of Zhu Zhishan. This portrait bore a striking resemblance to the traditional depictions of Zhu Zhishan passed down through history—styled as a romantic literatus, with a grove of peach blossoms blooming behind him.

The English classes taught by the homeroom teacher and the child teacher remained as bizarre and surreal as ever, filled with all sorts of chaotic examples that not only failed to aid comprehension but instead made things increasingly confusing.

Sword Hero Jiang tried both overtly and covertly for a long time without managing to discover the whereabouts of the Seven-Colored Lotus Seeds. However, that was secondary; the most urgent priority right now was figuring out how to help the escaped Sixth and Seventh Calabash Brothers rescue the five brothers who had been captured by the snake spirit.

Finally, Li Fei understood. These were primordial-level ferocious beasts, and ordinary magical treasures were utterly useless in front of them. The only high-tier artifact he could summon and deploy at any moment was the Heaven-Covering Scroll, yet he had not yet carefully studied how to use it.

As soon as Xuanyuan Tianxin's voice fell, the Crested Python, which had been struggling violently, gradually grew quiet.

Such an immensely precious and rare map had been sought by countless people for centuries without a trace, and it certainly wouldn't have ended up in Li Fei's hands.

Shortly after venturing deep into that oasis, Yin Feng spotted a Pure Spring Hibiscus Tree. Its trunk was as translucent as jade, emitting a faint, shimmering glow.

"I understand, Teacher Zhang. As long as you did your best, I won't disturb your rest any longer. I'll take my leave now," I said politely to Teacher Zhang.

Although Wanwan agreed with Li Hao's approach, facing Li Hao's direct demand for gifts, she still could not help feeling somewhat apprehensive.

Just like the chaotic mid-lane skirmish moments earlier, when none of the opponents were left with low health, her choice not to reveal herself was entirely justified.

Everyone was baffled as to why the Red Queen would react in this manner, but they still couldn't help casting peculiar glances at Alice.

Maintaining a neutral attitude served two purposes: first, she didn't want the president to misunderstand and think she had some entanglement with the other party; second, she and Saeki Seigo were merely in a straightforward superior-subordinate relationship with no personal friendship, and she had no wish to hinder the path of development for a fine young man.

Yet at this moment, the eyes of this even larger external martial avatar were completely devoid of light and focus, further revealing that its body was genuinely the external martial avatar of a true sixth-realm martial cultivator.

Right in the exact middle of this bald peak, it looked as though someone had cleaved it horizontally with a single sword, slicing away a neat and massive chunk—truly a massive chunk.

He first ladled glowing red molten iron from the crucible, poured it into a pre-made mold to cool into a rough blank, and then placed it on the anvil to be repeatedly folded and forged until the sword blank took its proper shape.

The three of them had no desire to owe the innkeeper anything, so they had him send an IOU to demand the silver from Li Bai. After obtaining the silver, they returned to the gambling den. This time, they weren't so rash and impulsive; relying on their genuine skills, they finally earned enough money to purchase the herbs needed to refine the antidote.

He suddenly whipped out the long rope in his hand, sending it flying across the ten-meter-wide river surface to expertly and nimbly wrap around a drowning tourist.

The only difference was that the Heavenly-Hook Compass continued to continuously absorb the spiritual energy hovering above the mid-level of the mountain peak.

Sun Wukong instantly wiped away the playful smile he had worn while eating, his expression abruptly turning chillingly cold.

As they plummeted into the Holy Pool, Liuxing saw that the surroundings were still shrouded in mist. A sudden, piercing pain shot through his head, and his face contorted in agony. Feng Ao Tian landed right behind him, surveyed the surrounding white light, and then turned her gaze to Liuxing. She raised her palm, pressed it against the fourth beam of white light, and her body was instantly sucked inside.

"Understood!" Sergeant Tom immediately led over a hundred men and crept forward. As for the bearded man and the main force, they remained behind to rest in place.

Listening to him speak such words, Yin Yimeng suddenly didn't know how to respond. She wasn't oblivious to Mu Yihan's feelings, but she had no way to accept them yet—she simply wasn't psychologically prepared, because she truly needed time.

"Roar!" Unexpectedly, the cries of the Emperor-Fallen Stone Lions could be heard everywhere here. Even though there were only a few hundred of them, with nearly half living together, their roars echoed across the entire Lion Plain Ridge, which just went to show how immensely powerful their lion roars truly were.

Master and disciple Ning Yufei hurried all the way to the Lion Plain Ridge. Afterward, to save time, they only took a brief rest before heading straight toward the area on the ridge where spiritual auras were most densely concentrated.

However, the opposing force of fewer than two thousand high-level undead displayed astonishingly brilliant combat capabilities and a dazzling array of offensive tactics. With such comprehensive machinery and refined equipment, they rivaled or even surpassed many large mercenary groups on the Klein Continent.