Chapter 50: A Confrontation Between Both Sides!-Toda a família quer minha morte! Reencarnei sem sentimentos e virei a chefe no apocalipse(Cheng Nannan)

Secondly, Qiran was also worried that once reminded, Tarn might subconsciously reveal some emotional flaws, which could be detected by Scatter! In that case, a suspicious Scatter would not be so easy to fool! Therefore, Qiran simply chose not to explicitly inform Tarn in the group chat that something was up with Scatter! Of course, Tarn had always been attentive to her, so she would naturally notice Qiran's abnormality. She also believed that Tarn... (Apologies, this version will be edited later, please do not read it yet~) (Goodnight, darlings~ Happy New Year~)

For a moment, I didn't understand what he meant and still pinched him defiantly. He suddenly pinned me down on the bed, his deep eyes curving into a smirk: "You asked for this." With that, he swooped down and kissed me.

Most training sessions for top domestic esports teams were still set on the American server and in scrims, so when there were no scrims to play, they could only muddle along in flex queue on the American server.

"To put it simply, she is very likely to be dropped from the preseason commentary lineup," Aquaman thought for a moment, feeling this was the most accurate way to put it.

"Your servant obeys the decree," Xiali gave a sidelong glance of disdain at the prison guard, knelt down respectfully to pay her respects, and as she turned around, a flicker of hard-to-detect cunning crossed her eyes. The rest depended on fate—whether the Empress, in order to preserve her status, could choose a trusted confidante to bear children for the Emperor.

In fact, the fan who had lent his account to Qiqi was also watching her play. Since he was using the spectator mode, there was a slight delay. When he saw Qiqi being dived and killed under the tower by the opposing LeBlanc, he couldn't help but inwardly scoff.

I no longer remember how we broke up back then. I only remember the thunder and lightning flashing across the sky that day. Heavy raindrops fell upon the two of us, and the earth-shattering thunder completely shattered my feelings for him.

Such words finally shook Bardock, causing him to hesitate. Could it be that the person who launched the time-quake attack on him really wasn't Whis? But apart from Whis, who else possessed such capability?

"Xiaodong, there is something I must clarify. But you don't have to answer; just pretend I never asked!" A trace of awkward darkness flashed across Elder Meng's face.

What he currently inhabited was the eighteenth dimension, and according to his imagination, the levels of Heaven and Ksitigarbha were at most between the sixteenth and seventeenth dimensions. Therefore, he now had sufficient confidence to defeat Heaven and Ksitigarbha.

Until Zuo Shiyun pressed his palm against the major acupuncture points on Liu Moyan's back, and a freezing internal energy flowed through his meridians all over his body, Liu Moyan's already bloodless face turned even paler and lifeless, resembling a thin sheet of white paper that seemed capable of being completely blown away by a gentle breeze.

Before everyone could react, those awakened individuals suddenly flashed behind certain people and launched surprise attacks.

Yet today, eight years since the birth of the League, the players' skill levels had actually become quite close—at least to the extent that absolute crushing defeats no longer occurred, especially when viewed from the perspective of a team as a whole.

Qin Jing possessed no power or background. Without a firm footing, coming to the Tusita Palace was truly fraught with extreme danger. After all, since one could not possess omniscience to fully grasp and understand the opponent's intentions and arrangements, how could one know what they were plotting? Normally, approaching with the resolute determination to fight a desperate battle despite the unpredictability was the only sensible course.

Zeng Ke could not help but curse inwardly three times—it was simply defying all reason! He had never expected that the seemingly honest and steady Salihovic was actually an "old hand," capable of uttering a word like "angel." What the hell... Could it be that he had fallen into a den of wolves?

Thus, Zhou Yang walked to the cliff edge of a mountain peak and sat down, for the first time earnestly watching the slow movement of the sun and the myriad plants and trees among the mountains. This state of stillness lasted for a very long time.

At this moment, the sword in Fang Xiu's hand seemed eager to vent its fury and exact vengeance through slaughter. For a fleeting moment, Zhou Yang saw that the space right in front of him was entirely filled with the cold gleam of swords.

They only knew that wood ash applied to pottery blanks could turn them white, but Sang Yu knew there was an even more convenient slipping method for coloring.

Lu Tianyu longed to say that it wasn't expensive at all—he had just casually grabbed it from the bottom of the sea, and when he pulled it out, it was still waving its claws aggressively.

In the spacious council hall, all the members of the Wang family had gathered together, a full house.

Seeing Chen Mu and his group walking out, the awakened individuals who had been lingering near the city gate all subconsciously fell silent, fixing their gazes entirely on Chen Mu and the others.

"Who is it?" You Ruo turned around. Although she saw nothing, she still sensed the earlier anomaly.

Upon receiving this news, Liu Yue's first thought was that Li Mu might be looking for distributors for a new batch of goods on hand.

Knowing that she needed the intangible flowing pearl in his hands to help her, Li Zhichen said, "Alright." With a wave of his hand, he captured the peacock, the white tiger, and the flood dragon.

Audience members who understood Cantonese were intoxicated by Qiu Yang's song, while those who didn't understood Cantonese gradually became infected as they looked at the lyrics on the stage screen and listened to the melodious singing.

In the frigid lands north of Northern Plains, practitioners with ice-type spiritual roots from the Ice Domain... Recalling the quietly assembling force previously discovered within the Tianshuang Sect, Liu Pan found it entirely impossible not to connect the two.

"Pfft, your legs turned to jelly," Eunji said with a blushing yet stubborn expression, then pushed Lee Chao aside, walked calmly to the table, and sat down, looking as though everything was completely normal.

While advancing, Liu Pan's spiritual sense scanned frantically a certain distance ahead of him, while one of his hands probed forward cautiously.

As for that single strand of hair, Liu Pan dared neither take it away from the Tianshuang Sect nor casually discard or destroy it. For no other reason than that it carried a divine sense imprint—the divine sense imprint of the elderly man before the Profound Ice Stele.