Chapter 39: Exchange of Resources-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

Zhang Fan was the first to leap from the boat. Upon landing, he pressed his foot against the ground, and only when he confirmed its solidity did he turn around. Seeing the intimacy between the two, Wang Feng couldn't help but blush, closing his eyes and turning his face away.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Li Huo’s explanation left Wang Feng with a headache.

Yue Yun had acquired the Hymn of Life, a skill that could heal three hundred health points for all her units within a minute, and it was upgradeable. She also possessed Elemental Affinity, allowing all mage units under her command to increase their attack against force field insects, with the skill also upgradeable.

No reason was given, no purpose explained—just a simple statement, after which Ye Yi turned and walked ahead on his own. Zhang Fan shrugged, a smile on his face as he followed.

The emperor’s voice echoed above the city, spreading in all directions with the radio waves.

Worse still, the capricious German Supreme had already begun reaching out to this Eastern Germany.

Zheng Yu lowered his head, meeting his wife’s gaze. In those eyes he read their meaning and understood.

With these one hundred battleships, even if Meng Tong was released back into the Tianhe Star Domain, it would matter little. With sufficient military strength, the lordship of Tianhe would remain in Bai Long’s hands.

Seeing Shih Rui’s response, Wang Feng was disappointed but said nothing further. Potions made by apothecaries were extremely hard to come by for ordinary people; many didn’t even know such professionals existed. Their group’s acquisition of so many Fireproof Pills was already a stroke of luck.

Yet when he reached his destination, he realized matters had changed from what he expected.

A black BMW X7 was parked outside the door—a familiar shape and style that made her inwardly curse. Before she could cry out, men in black lying in wait covered her mouth and pulled her into the car.

A human head hung over the pool, and an unseen force twisted the faucet open.

If there are impoverished and remote places, and someone is willing to teach there, how could anyone refuse?

Su Nan watched the battle outside the city. When Wu Sangui ordered the defense of Jiangbei, Su Nan’s lips curved in a subtle smile.

It was laughable that he believed he controlled the middle-aged Taoist, thinking he had discovered the Blood Fiend’s hideout. In truth, it was likely a deliberate lure to drain the Blood Fiend’s power.

But since he had come this far, and needed to pay his mother’s phone bill anyway, Yang Qingtong decided to go inside.

His face, once fearful, now instantly transformed into one of confidence, as if watching a play.

He had considered using supernatural means, but after weighing the risks, he abandoned the idea.

Everyone had agreed to relax today, so Tang Ya didn’t stop them from drinking. She herself was a little tipsy.

King Zhou immediately agreed to Wen Zhong’s suggestion, but wouldn’t let go of the issue with Su Hu, the Marquis of Jizhou. Wen Zhong understood: Su Hu’s rebellion was a grave crime. If not punished severely, chaos would ensue and imperial authority would be undermined.

When the other party finally said “okay,” Tang Ya felt a weight lift from her heart, but still acted indifferent as she walked out.

There were many drinks—no wonder his bag was so heavy. With restaurants and shops on the mountain, though pricey, they were still cheaper than movie theaters. In Qiu Ming’s opinion, bringing so much was unnecessary and wasteful.

In Dictatorship, equipment is divided into dozens of grades. Silver is the second tier, and to obtain silver equipment within the first night of a new server is impressive. If other players knew Lin Feng owned silver gear, jealousy and malicious PK would be inevitable.

The weather in H City wasn’t cold; warm spring had arrived. A light jacket was enough for a stroll.

The Yamata no Orochi had already opened its fifteenth eye; the last refused to open, the scar above causing unbearable pain. The great serpent was not in the cave but in the sea. Deep in the ocean trench, its massive body stirred the waters, raising furious waves.

After a thorough introduction, Lin Feng finally understood the power of the Demon God Guild—and realized how vast it was. Xiao Qiang’s wealthy family would inevitably push the guild to hunt him down. The situation ahead would be even more dire than he’d anticipated.

Only underwater did Tian Ci realize it was Yu Ying who had been dragged down. Seeing her struggle, he noticed something was wrong. Yu Ying clung tightly to him, immobilizing even Tian Ci. She was truly choking now, so he stopped thinking and immediately began mouth-to-mouth rescue.

“Going to pee,” Jiang Ciyun said, springing up and standing tall under the light. He looked at me for a few seconds, then strode toward the restroom.

But the Yamata no Orochi’s body was incredibly tough, rivaling the hardness of divine artifacts. With such advantages, its vulnerability was somewhat compensated.

“Hmph.” Ouyang Qian gave a light snort, smiled charmingly, and muttered, “I know where you work, afraid I’ll lose you, just wait! I’ll come find you, Lin Tian, and no one can take you from me.” She quickly reverted to her old, fearless self.

The students who had hoped to meet Luo Yixuan, get her autograph and photo on the day of registration waited all day, only to leave disappointed.

As expected, when the divine water fell on the Vermilion Bird, the bird was furious—it controlled all earthly flame, representing the supreme fire, and could not abide such disrespect, especially from water, its hated element. It roared in anger, its cries unending.

Ye Yu’s primordial spirit turned into wisps of smoke, ready to dissipate. The sword spirit of the Seven Stars was devoured by the mysterious divine will, which greedily absorbed the violent energy and then merged into the Nine-leaf Green Dragon Grass.

Filled with a million doubts, I called Diao Chen. He had just recovered and returned to work, was busy beyond measure, yet could chat with me and answer others fluently, his thoughts and words always clear. He moved seamlessly between two completely unrelated tasks—so capable it seemed supernatural.

In the vast heavens, divine swords soared, and below, dragons and phoenixes battled. The fire dragon surged fiercely, raising a sea of flames, while the phoenix, swift and agile, struck with its sharp talons. Instantly, red firelight and yellow energy intertwined, striving to devour each other.