Volume One, Chapter 39: A Maid Is Still a Maid

"Long time no see, Gregg."

Having walked into the Spurs' clubhouse with familiar ease, Meng Xu went straight to Popovich's office. After tapping a few times lightly on the ajar door, he pushed it open and stepped inside.

Upon approaching Li Longyi, the fine steed let out a long neigh and halted its hooves, then obediently lowered its head as if waiting for its master to mount. It possessed a striking, almost spiritual intelligence.

With just a single glance, Beichen concluded that this massive tripod was extraordinary. Its immense body spanned a hundred miles across, capable of containing a universe, swallowing mountains and rivers, carrying all things with profound virtue, and suppressing the cosmos, sun, and moon.

Yet just as Kim Joo-sung gently tossed the basketball in his hand, Meng Xu, who was guarding him, sprang up in a flash and swatted Kim's hook shot away with a single slap.

"What else did you expect? Just stand by and watch you guys destroy this universe?" Wu Hao demanded angrily, his voice laced with fury.

Stared down so intensely by Guang Shen, Li Chenfeng instantly felt a deep sense of guilt, not daring to make any more excessive demands.

Consequently, Li Chenfeng made up his decision: he would save the remaining four psychically attuned grass seeds for the future when he broke through his bottlenecks; for now, it was much better to take things step by step with solid, steady progress.

Gizli was dressed in traditional troll attire, wearing a long, blue-and-white patterned skirt fashioned from hand-dyed fabric. As she walked, the hem of the skirt swayed in rhythm with her slender waist. Her red hair was gathered into a single bundle tied atop her head—the traditional troll hairstyle. While one could hardly call it attractive, it fell far short of the aesthetic standards of other races.

Following the conclusion of the award ceremony, Iverson snatched the MVP trophy, holding it high aloft while circling the court to express his gratitude to the fans. Because this year's All-Star Weekend was held in the 76ers' home arena, the vast majority of the fans in attendance were Philadelphia supporters and hardcore fans of Iverson.

From the flaming forest behind him, more figures leaped out—a full dozen or so, all of them ninjas. One by one, they flipped through the air and landed, coming to a halt behind Shaji.

Upon reflection, perhaps he had never truly pondered what he ought to do with his life. Even playing video games was merely a pastime he picked up simply because he had nothing better to do.

The kitchen door was half-closed and half-open. Dodu hid herself behind the half-closed panel, leaving only her head exposed.

First came Ding Yi, followed by Fang Yifan, who was the first to dive into the water to effect a rescue, and then Lin Leier along with two security guards. Within moments, everyone was safely ashore.

The influence of the Jingzhou bandit clans was generally similar to the rebellious aristocratic factions of Jizhou, but the difficulty lay in the fact that almost every single county saw bandit clans rising in armed revolt against the land surveys.

On the other hand, the Punishing virus was an apocalyptic element straight away. It was a terrifying contagion capable of corrupting sentient life and any form of machinery. Infected machinery would instantly go berserk and transform into killing machines, while infected organisms would suffer full-body ulceration and multiple organ failure leading to death.

It was by no means sleepwalking, but rather more like being transferred by some force that pierced through space... I looked up at Qingniao, who shook her head with a solemn expression. It seemed she, too, was unaware of the cause behind this phenomenon.

He could only use his gaze to deeply engrave the faces of everyone present into his mind. The driving rain that had persistently lingered upon the overhead bridge deep within his heart seemed no longer to shroud his soul in gloom.

In an instant, a flash of lightning descended from afar and landed beside me, transforming into human form. Lieque gazed solemnly toward the spot where Baiju had "perished"—his expression bore no resemblance to one who had secured victory, but rather suggested that the battle had only just begun.

Because a tiny fraction of human genes remained, even Norton was unable to break through his limits using pure dragon blood, currently reaching only the maximum threshold of the third tier.

Zhao Yingying analyzed the situation objectively and calmly. Of course, this was merely her exterior; whether her inner thoughts matched was anyone's guess.

"The opponent is a King," Luo Wuyi stated simply, and Sun Wukong fell silent. Having reached the Diamond tier himself, he naturally understood what a King signified.

"Hmph. I am different from my brother. Right now, you are affiliated with the Asian Alliance, and fighting alongside me will bring you international complications. I appreciate your good intentions, however." Lin Lang severed the connection, glanced at the number on his Shenhe watch, and smiled.

Upon seeing this, Li Chengqian realized it was a favorable development and precisely what he desired. Without wasting words, he immediately instructed his attendants to set up a fresh table of fine wine and sumptuous dishes.

The three of them traveled through the night, crossing the desert. By dawn the following day, they reached the Uyghur tribe, where several water sources were scattered among sporadic clusters of tents.

Even the most powerful empires could not resist the temptation of what appeared to be a sword immortal opening up a new sect.

If one were to develop in such a manner for a few years before entering the provincial capital, one would suddenly discover that all living space had already vanished.

With those ancient and formidable God-Kings around, Main God-level entities were destined to leave many things entirely to chance.

"Although this place has stripped us of our freedom, it cannot imprison our thoughts... When to fall asleep is, for me, a matter of following my own inclinations..." the middle-aged man remarked airily with detached elegance.

Seeing the other party standing there in a daze, Mofan was somewhat bewildered as well. What on earth had she just done? Had a single sentence of mine completely caused her system to crash?

"Sister Shuyi, I am not mistaken. I have internal intelligence, and it is one hundred percent reliable," Zhang Bei said with a smile.

The massive roar resembled the collapse of heaven and earth. Every single droplet of falling water kicked up a sky full of mist, as though the entire cosmos was shrouded in aqueous vapor.

Qing Ruifan wore a dark expression, summoning Blue-robed to collect the corpse and doing his utmost to suppress the news so that word would reach no one. Blue-robed knew that nothing could be salvaged now, and could only pray that the news would take its time reaching Gu Lingge's ears.

"What are we still waiting around here for, then? Let us strike together and crush these ants of the Raising Ghost clan before us!" An elderly man's figure soared into the sky, kicking up a massive surge of true Qi in his wake that billowed out into dense currents toward both sides.

Furthermore, traveling from Wansheng Island, located due west of the Thousand Islands region, to Qingyang Island at the southeastern corner of the region was undoubtedly far more circuitous than heading directly to Heavenly Secrets City.

Watching Liu Yanlai's retreating figure and listening to the muffled yet unmistakable weeping of his newly wedded wife, Li Zilong sighed heavily but said nothing at all. Instead, he dispatched Zhang Yuhu to stay by the side of Liu Yanlai's new bride and specifically protect her safety.

Only then did Mo Ziyun notice the transformation in Lin Meimian's eyes: her ink-black pupils had turned a pale crimson, and that red hue was slowly fading away.

Certain adjustments were also made to the light weaponry of each company, standardizing the caliber of light machine guns and rifles within the infantry companies as much as possible. The worn-out Shanxi-manufactured light weapons were all phased out and relegated to the local militias. As for Liu Lianming's reconnaissance company, C96 handguns were issued down to the squad leader level.