Volume One, Chapter 23: Awakened to an Egg?

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The energy shield vanished bit by bit, and more than half of Shan-shang City was obliterated in the explosion. With such monumental news, there was absolutely no way the Heng Kingdom government could keep it under wraps, no matter what efforts they made.
Lin held out both hands, staring at the sticky liquid clinging to her lapels, and fell into a state of frenzy, nearly ready to start smashing the door.
Red Lotus thought to herself, the entity I pledge my loyalty to is, naturally, the Galactic Federation established by the Pangu tribe and led by the eleven Great Elders.
Could it be a pseudonym for some studio or game company? That was the only possibility Lin could think of.
"I missed you, that's all. Last time, we didn't have a chance for a proper, in-depth exchange, so I invited you over," Gao Lingyun said with a casual smile.
Otherwise, if things were delayed any further, even this place would be lost; it was truly a matter of time running out.
Come to think of it, Duan Yu could have driven the South Sea Crocodile God away earlier, but seeing Quan Guanqing enter the fray, driving the Crocodile God away would have meant helping Quan Guanqing.
Heh! Actually, it’s fine! It was expected! I can only say this much! I must be clear about this point!
Xu Zuoyan cursed Ye Kaichen in his heart with contempt, but on the surface, he continued to feign a pitiful appearance.
Spending the evenings at dinner time asking Raymond for advice on cultivation and minor magical tricks made for an incredibly fulfilling experience.
"Fuck! What are you doing here?" Mickey sat up from the bed, glaring at Ian.
I have tasted the fried dough sticks from Wang Rong at the Junsheng stall on Shoushan Street, and those from Wang Yunqing in the HB District.

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At four o'clock, before dawn had broken, Gao Yun got up, washed up briefly, and hurriedly took the multi-grain porridge from the refrigerator, carried it to the kitchen, poured it into an iron pot, added some water, and began to heat it.
Now that everyone in the village knew Li Huai was the workshop director at the county motorcycle factory, they all liked to call him Director Li.
Moreover, even for ordinary jobs like this, one usually had to start as an intern after inheriting the position, requiring two years of experience and seniority before becoming a regular employee.
As the largest national competition in the culinary world, this event gathered elite chefs from all over the country; the competition was fierce.
It was no joke; in just one month, their family had already earned over a hundred yuan in cash, along with a fair amount of fabric, soap scraps, brown sugar, and fruit candies.
Gao Mingbao didn't really like eating pure green peppers, but when they were stir-fried with meat—having both the flavor of the meat and the pork lard—how could he not like them?
"We can't keep this child; let's go to the hospital and get rid of it," Qin Lang said, reaching out to pull her hand.
Having a boyfriend would be a good thing for them, but over these years, there were hardly any they found acceptable.
After all, Tia was born into royalty, and her recent trials had tempered much of the pride she once possessed. Although Dusty looked about the same age as Tia, his actual age might be even greater than Qile's, which stirred up Tia’s sense of respect for the elderly and care for the young.
Alan seemed completely unable to hear Tia’s words; the coldness in his eyes suggested as if the entire world deserved to be destroyed.
At the dawn of this epoch, many races appeared as second-tier races, naturally gifted and immensely powerful; some had already entered the ranks of the first-tier. The human race, at the time of its emergence, was merely an unranked race.
Therefore, the Liangyi Hall was the most lucrative place. As long as they set prices within a reasonable range, the Palace Gate wouldn't interfere. Besides, the man was not only a disciple of the Dao Ancestor but also possessed heaven-defying cultivation; who could possibly control him?

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These earth-bound beasts were born incredibly ferocious; they survived by devouring one another and growing, devoid of any emotion, everything done merely to become stronger.
Later, hunters would occasionally catch dream-concealing beasts while hunting, as they could only satisfy their hunger with wild fruits when they couldn't find game. The hunters discovered that as long as they caught such monsters, they would not have nightmares and would no longer dream of being eaten by beasts due to their daytime hunting.
At this time, the horizon turned a pale, fish-belly white, hazy and obscure. In this vast wilderness, it held a unique beauty. Lang Xiaoyue stared fixedly at Murong Qingran, yearning to discern something from her face.
Compared to the Otsutsuki clan in the starry sky outside, the existence of the Evil God was undoubtedly more oppressive.
Suddenly, the irreconcilable conflict between the aristocratic class and the commoner class erupted; millions of soldiers mutinied instantly, and all the low-level commanders were killed.
In truth, Xia Feng wasn't really agonizing over military expenses; whether it was 10,000 gold, 50,000 gold, or even 100,000 gold, it made no difference to him.
The sunlight was so pleasant, and the air so fresh. Lu Xiangsheng, who had spent nine days and seven nights in the examination hall, revealed a joyful smile.
"Teacher Han assigned it during the Thursday activity session. Did you not write it?" Zhang Chunmei looked disappointed. She had been gearing up to compete with Huang Han, only to find that even with everything prepared, he hadn't appeared on the battlefield.
The surface of the object shimmered with spiritual light, and threads of the laws of nature, invisible to the naked eye, bound the myriad blood mists within.
While sipping tea, Park Yoo-chun talked about his recent training projects, which consisted of basic weighted running, hostage rescue, sniper training, and the like. Not long after, a military bugle sounded outside.