137 I do not have that much willpower! (Seeking full-book subscriptions)

The car moved quickly, and before long, Su Yunjin returned to the military camp with Fu Lin.

Standing before the dormitory entrance, Su Yunjin suddenly realized she had forgotten her key.

"Oh no, the key is with Yueyue."

Staring at the cold, heavy padlock, Su Yunjin gasped sharply.

Because their enlistment was part of a television program, and the dormitory was newly assigned, it was meant only for the three of them. Consequently, the production crew had provided only one key.

"Chuchu, are you laughing at me?" Understand him? After living under the same roof for so many years, it would be impossible not to.

At this sight, Wu Neng felt his blood surging; he could barely contain himself as a torrent of blood gushed from his nose, spraying endlessly.

What is wrong with defecting to the Great Tang? The Great Tang possesses a million elite soldiers, thousands of renowned generals, and immense national strength. With the Great Tang as your backer, why worry about failing to defeat Ashina Yugu or reclaiming your lost territory?

The burly man stood dumbfounded. He knew exactly how much force he had exerted. While the punch might not have been lethal, it should have at least caused severe injury or even deformed a skull. He never expected it to be caught by a single finger.

Zuo Xiao opened the box to reveal an exquisite dagger, identical to the one owned by Yun Qingtong.

"Reporting to the Bodhisattva, my name is Ouyang San," Qingfeng answered honestly. Although Chen Yun had admitted it was a mere illusion, he absolutely refused to believe it; how could an illusion be this powerful?

Several soldiers threw torches onto the pile of firewood. The flames spread and rose rapidly, trapping the walking corpses in the center.

Although Bai Changle was in a sorry state—his face scratched and a wound on his arm deep enough to see the bone—he was fortunate that, having fallen into their nest, he had sustained no fatal injuries.

Lu Xue, deeply concerned for Lu Chengmo yet finding herself helpless, washed some fruit and secretly brought it to him.

"I was merely guessing. That day, Xin'er looked so pale, as if she were suffering from some illness," I hurriedly explained.

As soon as the words fell, several large men rushed over. Without a word, they pinned the man to the ground, while another man emerged from the bathroom, holding a pair of briefs by the corner with his nose pinched.

"I happened to run into my sister while on a business trip a while back. Her complexion wasn't good; she looked sleep-deprived, so I asked her what was wrong. Can you guess what she told me? She claimed it was because of her pregnancy that she couldn't rest well. Since she put it that way, I didn't press for more."

The moment the long sword was strapped to his back, his body grew heavy. Yang Chen felt as if he had been instantly bound, his movements becoming sluggish.

In her previous life, she would have certainly shaken her head and refused to take the bowl. Yet now, she smiled faintly. With a calm expression, she took the bowl, brought it to her nose to sniff, and exclaimed, "It smells wonderful. Thank you, Eighth Sister." Her smile was sincere, devoid of any pretense. She calmly took the soup bowl and drank it slowly.

He sat cross-legged with his palms resting on his knees, eyes closed. He activated his inner vision, watching the whistling primordial energy flow into his meridians and then into the Dragon Soul space, transforming into true essence.

After a few breaths, the entire sky returned to its original state—a deep, azure blue, and exceptionally cold.

Inside the ward where Da Pang and the others were staying, the atmosphere was lively, with everyone excitedly discussing the matter.

The needle-sword returned to the Demon-Slaughtering Sword. Shen Jun swung his blade, shattering the white-haired old man. A pitch-black object drifted upward, resembling the essence of a demonic beast.

Bird felt he should change his perspective on Li Wei. Although the Knicks' lead today relied heavily on luck, without Li Wei's calm command, they could never have won, regardless of how much luck they had.

This left him feeling deeply frustrated. Furthermore, ten years had passed without a single sign of movement; even when they caused a stir inside, he showed no reaction at all.