Chapter 139: Marksmanship Upgrade and Mind's Eye

Ao Xi was stunned for a moment. I didn't fire again, so how did another kill get added?
Whatever, let it be what it will; getting the bounty is all that matters.
Actually, it was the old Mexican with the injured thigh; he hadn't died from the shot immediately, but held on for a little longer before finally bleeding to death, which was counted as Ao Xi's kill.
[Host has completed ten kills and received rewards: 1. $10,000, 2. Skill: Pistol Shooting upgraded to LV3, 3. One request to be granted to the host.]

Pulling back her gaze, she looked affectionately at the Sword of Pluto, extending a pale, smooth arm resembling two freshly harvested lotus roots, her slender fingers gently caressing past the Sword of Pluto.

All the friends, relatives, and guests present were kept in intense suspense, splitting into two groups and staring intently at the left and right directions.

Magically, whenever an attack landed on the peak, the internal array would automatically activate, causing the stele in the core area to glow with a brilliant radiance.

"Boom, boom, boom—" One cannon after another belonging to the Anglo-Spanish allied forces was overturned and blown into scrap metal under the fierce artillery fire of the Ming army.

He thought about it over and over; Wan'er's warning should not be baseless, nor could it possibly be a meaningless prank.

One must know that when the original First Yama used this move, it had always been invincible, and no one had ever been able to withstand it.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, a flash of blue light cut through his previously pitch-black pupils, piercing directly into the snowy mist.

Furthermore, Yexingyi claimed that this game integrated the advantages of all currently existing stealth games.

For the first time, Weilicheng began to take Shang Jingsheng seriously. In just over a month—a mere month or so—he had grown from an ant into someone capable of forcing him to take a step back. Although he was still an ant, the implications were entirely different.

Yet he showed no fear whatsoever; in fact, he deliberately made his soul cluster appear very large while making it look somewhat weak.

She was merely fulfilling Xia Qianwan's dying wish, never truly regarding this milky-faced infant as family.

Yuan Hua pondered whether he should bring Liu Qian into his own company as well, though unfortunately, he had no idea where Liu Qian was currently located.

Amidst the busyness, another year passed. When another spring arrived, not only had Chai Rong won two battles against Northern Han and captured two cities, but the Yang clan of Youzhou had also quietly transformed into a behemoth.

"Yue'er is this Prince's Princess Consort; this Prince will take good care of her." Mentioning Qingyue, Nan Changqing's tone softened considerably.

A crisp and rounded chime suddenly rang out, illusory and ethereal, as if drifting from a distant heavenly realm, building up bit by bit with a faint enticement, lightly and crisply stirring the heartstrings.

Despite saying that, some people still couldn't resist trying to imitate it, only to end up hurting their own thumbs.

"What is she going to do?" Xiangri asked in puzzlement. He wasn't very familiar with Matsumoto, considering the latter had just returned from France not long ago and still maintained a deadpan expression; naturally, he wouldn't go out of his way to get close to him.

Stepping through the palace gates, one was greeted by a lavishly furnished grand hall. Rows of tables and chairs were neatly arranged on either side, and right at the front, two Foundation Establishment cultivators were sipping tea and chatting.

"The world always gets better day by day, and so do the humans you care about. Rest in peace." Baihe lit his pipe, gazing at the dawn emerging after the spatial collapse.

Susu climbed up from beneath the tree, waved her arms, and twisted her waist. Free of illness and pain, her body felt completely light... She must be dreaming after all! She clearly remembered being heavily injured; how could there be no pain at all? Calming her mind, she looked around, and a plan slowly formed in her heart.

After sending Lan Mengrong and her aunt to the VIP ward, where two nurses took turns caring for them, Mengqi finally relaxed enough to agree to go home with him, though her brows remained tightly locked together without unclenching.

The slanted moonlight cast its glow upon Liu Ruozhu's face, revealing her daze-stricken and scattered gaze. Her pair of eyes lacked their usual clarity and brightness, and a few drops of fresh blood splattered across her snow-white cheeks. Gusts of cold wind swept through the forest, messing up the bangs across her forehead and blowing away the warmth from her body.