Chapter 173: Clad in full military regalia, I roar through the vicissitudes of time!

"Ah, ah, ah! Xu Ze!"

The audience at the scene screamed while frantically waving the support placards in their hands.

The spectators sitting on the high platforms could already feel the floor beneath their feet vibrating.

Meanwhile, outside the venue, a massive crowd of fans who hadn't managed to get tickets had gathered.

Though unable to enter, the fans chose to wait outside, hoping that if they were lucky, they might catch the distant sound of Xu Ze's voice.

At that moment, listening to the deafening eruption from within the arena...

A flicker of hesitation crossed Tang Wanrou's eyes. Suddenly, she noticed Qin Changning looking off to one side. Following Qin Changning's gaze, she saw Sima Xuan narrowing his eyes as he looked in their direction. Her heart skipped a beat and she took a step back. Noticing her movement, Qin Changning raised an eyebrow—it seemed Sima Xuan had taken the bait after all.

Pointing out these arguments was indeed extraordinary; he might have also noticed this option, but the actual changes it could bring about—wow, this month it was merely a single instance.

Ever since then, Wang Hanying became infamous at school, and almost no one was willing to associate with her.

"Good child! Truly a good child! Cough, cough..." Perhaps due to excessive excitement, the entire body of the gray-robed elder began to tremble violently, and his previously profoundly disappointed expression instantly became immensely vibrant.

Before her exceptionally melodious voice could fully fade away, her fingertips were already flashing, as if preparing to unleash her supreme, invincible ultimate divine skill. After all, she had long been familiar and adept with it.

Her stomach, tormented by a night of heavy drinking, was now comforted by the warm ramen into a state of supreme bliss.

Atreus had originally not planned to give the magic crystal to the black-robed elder, but after a second thought, he decided to share a piece of the mana crystal with him, because he sensed that this black-robed elder's strength was definitely not weak.

Lin Baibai watched the light screen, where the imagery constantly shifted in response to the light bulb's words: one giving rise to two, two to three, and three to ten thousand, with countless brilliant stars dazzling within, a truly breathtaking sight.

Upon careful observation, one would discover that apart from the board members who had already been assassinated, there was one highly respected individual absent—none other than Wang Jing. Thus, suspicions instantly arose.

"I advise you to take the train to East Prussia first, and board a ship there to return directly to England... Ship tickets are much cheaper than train tickets, just a bit slower," the British prisoner of war sitting behind the window said to George.

Of course, Lin Xuan was in no rush to convert these 1,000 points into Heroin No. 5. That one kilogram was temporarily enough for the Wolf Gang to traffic, and perhaps points would be needed elsewhere.

Duan Shiyi lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadows, making his expression unclear. Upon hearing those words, his body did stiffen slightly.

"Ha ha, you really are adorable," Mai Valentine laughed heartily at the sight, collapsing onto the sofa and curling into a ball.

But judging from the expression on Li Mofan's face now, it seemed that the matter Lina spoke of was far from as simple as he had originally thought.

Catching the scent of living human breath, with a series of eerie shrieks, two ghouls lunged at me like wild dogs spotting a meat bun.

Although she had stolen his wallet earlier, he could tell she wasn't a deeply wicked person; at the very least, her eyes remained clear.

My mind grew increasingly chaotic as I broke the surface of the water, gasping for large breaths of air. The promise I made him earlier—that I would have words for him at the hour of the boar—was entirely a lie casually fabricated by this deity. In truth, I had no idea what to say to him at all, let what could possibly persuade him to stay for the night.

What he could not control was the Gate of Reincarnation, radiating an enchanting glow. Merely looking at it made it impossible to calm the turbulent waves within his heart. If he were to cross it, would he truly forget everything—even the sound of her voice and the image of her face—and descend into the cycle of reincarnation?

Looking at the member click rankings, it was already first on the weekly chart, while the monthly chart placed it third, not far from the top spot.