Chapter 57: Curve-Assisted Heavy Artillery

The match restarted at the center circle.
Borussia Dortmund possessed the ball.
Aubameyang kicked off, passing sideways to Reus.
There was no fierce collision.
Wolfsburg steadily retreated, gradually forming a low defensive block.
Parking the bus!
The ferocious Wolf King had devolved into the likeness of a husky.
"A flawless rendition of two football philosophies!"
"Klopp, high pressing."
"Hecking, low-block defending."
"The two..."

Mangghultai revealed his true heroic colors at that moment, entirely unaffected while in mid-air. Seizing the opportunity instead, his iron club struck out as swiftly as thunder, aiming straight for the eunuch's forehead.
An Nianrong's tardiness gave Roman just enough time to consider how he should explain his view of the "Oracle" to her.
"...You're right, I have no choice in the matter now either." Yue Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then the gloom on his face slowly morphed into a despondent dejection. Approaching Li Liang, his expression suddenly turned ferocious, and with a backhand, he delivered a heavy slap across Li Liang's face.
Hearing the report from Afghanistan, a duty staff officer checked his mission log with a puzzled expression.
It turned out the principal had come to deliver the grade report, and I had actually scored the only top mark in the entire city, taking the top spot as the examination scholar! I could tell Daddy was extremely happy; he was chatting cheerfully with the principal, but he also explicitly requested that my information under no circumstances be leaked. Daddy was certainly thoughtful—while fame is wonderful, I hated the series of troubles that fame brings.
Daddy paused for thirty seconds and finally ignored me, lowering his head to focus on cleaning the wound. I saw Daddy use medicinal cotton dipped in alcohol to disinfect the wound, swiftly apply the ointment, and then wrap it with white gauze. His movements were rapid and fluid.
"Chujian, why must you be so headstrong?" Uncle Chen seemed deeply disapproving of my attitude. As for me, I simply smiled and said nothing; my meaning was already crystal clear. In the face of my persistence, Uncle Chen ultimately said no more.
"Hey, what are both of you doing? I'm telling you, there's only one air mattress here, and it isn't very sturdy either. If the two of you get on it, you're likely to pop it!" Liu Star said with his eyes closed, feeling that the air of wild nature was simply wonderful.
"I have no appetite!" I slumped against the car window without looking back. Eating? What kind of international joke was that? I had no mind for eating right now.
Roman certainly understood; even if he weren't an intelligence broker, he would still be well aware of the hazards of commercial intelligence and corporate spies.
As for the Zerg warrior's claws, their existence was hardly inferior to the T-virus by much. To simply abandon them would have made Qin Tian feel a pang of heartache.

Li Jian was somewhat surprised, not expecting to see Aiolos again. With such a massive commotion that night, it still hadn't managed to cost this fellow his life.
Alleria nodded slightly. Colin had instructed her not to push those demons to complete annihilation; though she didn't understand, she complied nonetheless.
Even so, that did not mean martial artists in the Three Realms of True Essence could afford to neglect the cultivation of their physical bodies.
In Rong Yao's eyes, this stretch of sea was, to put it bluntly, just water ghosts making trouble. But these water ghosts acted as if they had seen demons upon laying eyes on Fan Yan, fleeing far too late—how could he possibly encounter danger if he went into the sea?
Fan Yan felt a surge of joy inside; to think he could actually cause malevolent spirits to feel a sense of dread toward him. Yet the very next moment, he froze.
The night passed in silence, and the bridal chamber candlelight night went down the drain as well. Zhaoxi didn't bring it up, and Shen Fei didn't force the issue either. The two of them simply slept back-to-back through the entire night.
Left with no alternative, Zhao Xu was escorted by the soldiers who had once guarded him back to the palace city that rightfully belonged to him. Because his leg had been fractured in the earlier ambush and had yet to fully heal, he could only be carried. But upon reaching the palace gates, no one else was allowed to enter further, forcing Zhao Xu to drag his injured leg and slowly walk inside amidst stern reprimands.
"What is the situation now? I had no idea where Blondie ran off to tonight." In his heart, he desperately hoped to capture Blondie; otherwise, having a dangerous fellow continually harboring obsessive thoughts about him was simply an atrocious feeling.