Chapter 62: You Treat the Dog as Your Son?

Why would there be a gunfight at the university as well? Has everyone inside become so fierce these days? But since firearms are involved, he certainly wouldn’t meddle in such matters. It was far too dangerous, even though some of his classmates and friends from He Yue University were still inside. Yet, those college friends were really nothing more than old drinking companions from back in the day...

“Night elves are not the children of Elune at all. She never created you—your ancestors were trolls!” Roy declared, speaking words that left Tyrande seething with anger. As he spoke, he extended a clawed finger, poking at the ring of moonlight encircling Tyrande.

In much the same way, before the northern campaign years ago, the Blue family collected wolf fangs and similar items on the northern grasslands, claiming they were for making jewelry. To be precise, the remnant power of the Dragon Soul within Malygos never made contact with Roy’s chaotic energy—it was always evading it, slipping through Malygos’s body as slickly as an eel.

“What are they even doing? Digging holes for coffins? Wasting all this time here for what? And that fat man claims to be an expert!” Zhang Feng’s expression was tinged with annoyance. That fat man had given him no face at all just now, knocking him to the ground multiple times. Now that the tables had turned, how could he not seize the chance to speak ill behind his back?

Chen Xudong glanced at Wang Dazhi, who stood there as if petrified, wrinkled his brow, and finally said nothing. He turned and walked away.

My mind was still lingering on Xia Haoyu’s words, when his lips pressed softly against mine. His tongue slowly traced along my lips, gentle and tender, stirring such emotion that I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

The Lü Bo Lang Pavilion is one of the signature restaurants in the Magic City, established during the Ming dynasty under Emperor Jiajing. Famous for its Shanghai cuisine, it often hosts important guests from home and abroad. The simple phrase “fit for a state banquet” is enough to make Lü Bo Lang a legend in Yuyuan and the pride of the city.

Too troublesome! Sargeras reflexively wanted to refuse, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly recalled Roy’s peculiar soul-crafting ability. For a moment, he fell into deep thought.

No one knew what Li Zhishi had said about tunneling through the mountains, but in an era lacking entertainment, it was only natural for people to let their imaginations run wild.

And unlike other races, dragons are born with formidable resistance to magic. Roy had no desire to find himself locked in a bitter struggle every time he encountered these mighty beasts in the future.

“Speak,” White Impermanence commanded, waving his hand. A massive ghostly claw appeared, reaching for the floating city above. Unleashed at full power, this strike rivaled a level-fifteen forbidden spell. All across the Duskwood Forest, one could see the colossal claw descending from the sky.

Lin Qingsheng understood what was meant—this now lay far beyond his authority. Only the Emperor of Great Ming, the First Minister, and the Imperial Teacher could decide how such a matter should be handled.

The three-headed ogre that emerged showed no sign of earlier rage; instead, it appeared remarkably calm.

To Li Mubai, his junior brother seemed even more absent-minded than himself—sometimes lost in thought for an entire day.

Cao Yue’e had been watching intently, but was startled by the comment. She was about to lose her temper, but when she turned and caught sight of Xie Jingjing’s rotund figure, and recalled Wang Tianhao’s slick, rakish looks, she couldn’t help but laugh.

In an era before technology had advanced, those blessed with great power could easily rule the world, or even the entire globe, by sheer force alone.

When those below saw Yun Feng strolling straight onto the dueling platform, laughter erupted all around.

“Was it really only two days? Then why did you fall asleep during the lunch break?” Su Yu countered.

However, some vengeful spirits had long since been corrupted, turning into terrifying ghosts. Just as grains of sand can build a tower, or enough ants can devour an elephant, in especially troublesome places like battlefields—where the Wind Realm’s local envoys are few—the risk is even greater.