Chapter 247: Careful Not to Run Out of Ammunition

The members of the Insect Hunter Squad heard the command and immediately began an orderly evacuation, their movements swift and precise.

"Don't you worry, Boss, this suppressive fire of mine is absolutely airtight; if the bugs think they can breach my energy web, they're daydreaming!" Sun Yang shouted as he retreated, his finger continuously hammering the trigger as the pulse rifle's beam unleashed flashes of blinding light from his hands, repeatedly striking down several of the pursuing insectoids.

"Don't make it sound so easy, watch your ammunition consumption!" Han Ruo

There was hardly anyone on the road, yet the interior of the building felt rather noisy, likely filled with architecture students all inside crafting their models.

The sole trophy from slaying the Exalted of the Rift back then, a colossal force of living souls that had weathered the thunderbolts, leaving behind the distilled essence of soul power condensed into a supreme, peerless treasure.

Chen Ping let out a furious roar, and with a series of thunderous booms, the earth and mountains seemed to shatter around him, while the Japanese samurai surrounding him felt as though their physical bodies were enduring the crushing weight of ten thousand tons.

Chen Chang'an immediately clicked no. What a joke, he hadn't stepped foot out of the house in days, the geomantic energies were unfavorable, and when in doubt, one should consult the metaphysical; Chen Chang'an decided to fast and bathe, then seek out some auspicious land of feng shui, preferably finding a few monks and Taoists to perform a ritual and offer prayers before he dared to draw the prize.

Yueran worried that if she finished drawing Lu Mingzhi now, drawing the others afterward might severely impair her performance, easily leading to a result where no matter how she drew, she would feel dissatisfied, and besides, there were still so many people who loved her waiting in line ahead of him, so Lu Mingzhi simply had to wait near the back.

Although three beds were arranged in the room, the floor space was spacious enough, and a play area had even been partitioned in the center, stocked with quite a few toys.

Just upon entering, he caught sight of Yuan Yao playing with several maidservants in the courtyard, while his chief wife, Feng Yuan, watched from the side with a gaze full of maternal benevolence.

The Great Returning Pill was meant for risking his life in battle, and without it, he could easily suffer a sudden death, making it an absolute necessity, whereas the Tianyuan Spring-Returning Pill wasn't quite as critical—at worst, couldn't he just stock up on more dry rations within the Firmament Ring?

Thus, at this very moment, the central command camp of Ma Teng and Han Sui was completely a hollow shell. Aside from a scant few guards on timed patrols, there was no one else to be found.

Yet Wen Yu knew that when Chichi was busy with work, her phone was always kept on silent and do-not-disturb.

"Something that can let you step out of this courtyard," Jun Yunqing said with a slight smile, taking his hand and leading him out toward the exterior of the courtyard.

Xi Xiche and An Honghan spoke with their lips almost brushing against each other's ears, their intimate gestures causing many to find it utterly unbelievable. The Emperor, like an ancient iceberg, had never tolerated the approach of outsiders, yet look at him now, exchanging whispers with a mere child, more affectionate than anyone else.

The very surface of the earth trembled faintly, and a scorching temperature continuously emanated outward, as if magma were surging upward, baking the ground burning hot.

Calmly and without a word, she summoned the secret guards to inquire; since entering the room, she had not come out, and after the secret guards had driven away two waves of people who came knocking at the door, she finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The Emperor arrived, and everyone rose only to kneel, shouting their ceremonial greetings aloud. Yun Xiang occupied an advantageous position where no one could see her. Thus, she merely squatted there, keeping herself from appearing too tall. As for the slogans, she merely moved her lips without letting out the slightest sound. She had already made up her mind to muddle through the palace banquet this way until it ended.

She buried her hatred deep within her heart, yet her face remained a picture of gentleness, compliance, and deference; her submissive disposition won praises from all levels, and Emperor Guangyuan took the opportunity to praise her twice more in public, bestowing upon her a few rare treasures.

By the time the foot no longer ached, Qian Jiyao was nowhere to be found, leaving Housekeeper Zhou so enraged that his beard flew up and his eyes glared wide in continuous exasperation.

A single stroke of a brass gong rang out, cutting off the whispered murmurs of the crowd just at the right moment and drawing their attention back to the exhibition stage.

The car window glass did not shatter instantly, but instead fractured into countless cracks, and the moment the masked man's fingers brushed against the glass, a cascading clatter resounded as all the shards of glass tumbled down.

He naturally did not know that the reason for this was a certain marten meddling in things that did not concern it, secretly slipping that bracelet off the infant's wrist.