22 The Man-Eating House (Eighteen)

After steadying himself, he slowly opened his eyes. Before him lay a vast, empty, and impeccably clean space with an inexplicable science-fiction aesthetic, standing approximately thirty meters high and wide. In this cavernous void, only Lelouch and the holographic projection before him stood out, while the sides of this immense chamber remained stark.

Song Aijia’s gaze sharpened. “Fine! Bottoms up!” she declared, raising the bottle to her lips and gulping it down. The other three didn’t move, watching instead as she drained the entire bottle of beer.

His nephew had told him that the shameful things he had done over the past few years were all clearly documented by others. Even his patron, Director Peng, was being targeted. He truly felt his composure crumbling.

“Hmph, overestimating yourself.” Hu Da’er raised his scimitar once more. Tie Ye and Hu Xie, having just returned to their formation, launched a counter-charge against the cavalry.

Next came Jiang Lele, then Ning Sui’er, then Baobao... one by one, they rushed forward, determined to shield me, buying me precious time.

The Justice’s primary weapons were fixed to its flight unit, but it also carried Vulcan cannons, a beam rifle, and beam boomerangs on its main body. The weapons mounted on its backpack included various machine guns and a pair of beam cannons.

“Enemies? Who here is an enemy?” Lelouch countered, his voice growing unknowingly agitated as he spoke at length.

Although Yin Feng’s quality of inner energy and his physical robustness had reached a brand-new level, he still dared not claim to be invincible among his peers or his generation.

Mu Tou’s deduction startled me, and at the same time, a strange hypothesis began to take shape in my mind.

His surname was Niu, and his name was Tie Zhu. His temper was as stubborn as an ox, and his character as honest and straightforward as an iron pillar. The "Golden Lock" was just like Niu Tiezhu—its name described its nature. It was an energy ring capable of locking down enemies.

She had no idea what the Princess could possibly want with her Prince, that she would rather wait until she fell asleep than return home.

Chen Mo looked at the young man before him, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. He took out his keys and handed them to Li Yibai, sighing for a long time in silence.

Duanmu Haoxuan walked up to Chen Yan and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the ground with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it. Tears soaked the pillow, and the familiar scent clinging to it made her throw it away in a fit of resentment.

Lu Bu did not answer, but his hands were far from idle. He continuously brandished his Halberd of the Heavenly Heavens, creating gusts of wind that blew away the poison mist surrounding the Blind Poisoner.

Qing’er was unaware of Jun Muqing’s past. When the incident regarding the drugging occurred, Shen Ruoyi had dismissed everyone in Jun Muqing’s courtyard.

After all, few could maintain as much rationality in the face of spoiled juniors as Chief Li and Chief Cao.

The space before him was immense. Low, nameless plants grew on the ground, emitting a faint, pale blue phosphorescence. As Li Yibai walked among them, he felt as if he were wandering through a vast sea of stars, surrounded by shimmering points of light that stretched on endlessly.

It watched the entire process of their kiss, its deer-like eyes wide and round, head tilted as if in total confusion.

As the accountant, she felt it most acutely: everyone revolved around Jiang Fan, centering everything on him.

They were all grandsons, and she hadn't wanted any more children before. If it weren't for Wu Tianjiao, she might have turned a blind eye and tried to smooth things over, but now, things were different.

Once, she had only dared to watch his back from afar; once, she had been overjoyed if he spared her a single glance. But now, he was by her side, holding her hand. So close, yet so far. So real, yet feeling more like an illusion.

Nearby, Yan Chixia, She Long, and Li Suian heard the confirmation, their expressions no longer as relaxed as before. Walking corpses weren't powerful individually, but once they formed a horde and swarmed in, it would be more than they could handle. They grabbed their respective weapons and rushed toward the mountain gates.

Was this method effective? Certainly, though not as well as imagined. Still, it was the best that could be done under the circumstances. Moreover, these individuals could be trained as grassroots cadres. While drilling them, Zhu Yichen did not forget to provide literacy classes and material support.

“If you can truly accomplish this—even just one—I will eat whatever you point to. But if you fail, you must admit your cowardice to the Princess and leave Ice Spirit!” Seeing the moment was right, Wei Yan played his trump card.

“You!” The man flushed crimson; Wu Sidao’s sharp tongue had mocked him for lacking true talent, and he was absolutely livid.

The sudden turn of events brought back flashes in Li Shuang’s mind of him and his brothers trapped in their vehicle, under heavy enemy fire. He made a split-second decision to abandon the car and continue on foot.

Aside from merchant and fishing vessels, which were not classified, combat-capable warships were strictly categorized by grade.

She intentionally lowered her voice on the word “he,” drawing it out with a hint of ambiguity.

When ordinary soul cultivators first step into the Ghost Realm, they are indeed hindered by issues with soul power control and stabilization, preventing them from immediately unleashing their full strength. However, this rule clearly does not apply to true geniuses, and as it happened, Chopin was just such a genius.

“For now, just keep their bodies functioning. This way, the surrendered soldiers won't have the energy to rebel, nor will they go offline due to power depletion. As for the rest, leave it to the rear guard; after all, prisoners have always been the responsibility of the rear.”

“Your master is not like those other handsome men; you can trust him,” Wang Zhaojun said.

It was similar to the Master App, but they were not in the same league. One was established by the Master Association for the general public, while the other was aimed at the elite talents of the three major institutions.

On the Douyu platform, the streamer Nan Bo’er watched her Zed fall once more, the screen turning black and white. She couldn't help but frustratedly grab at her hair.

It is said that their military commander, Blast, has requested energy supplies from Blade City several times—a clear indication of intense ongoing conflict.