Chapter 153: President Seto Kaiba's Three Taboos

"My turn! I summon 'Dragon Maester Guardian' in attack position!"

Clad in sky-blue magic armor, the guardian—who had made a single appearance in Noah's story arc during Yugi's duel against the Big Five—now stepped onto the field for the second time in this match against Uncle Paradox, the self-proclaimed "Hero."

(Dragon Maester Guardian, Level 4, ATK: 1800)

"When Dragon Maester Guardian is successfully summoned, by discarding one card from my hand, I can select from my deck..."

I also felt a lingering sense of melancholy and frustration. Why is it that, after going through so many trials, I still act as foolishly as I used to?

Wu Tong's eyes beamed with light. He strode toward the pitch, paying no more mind to the scorching sun overhead.

Zhang Xiaolong and Xu Gang were not as astonished as Ma Yunteng, because by the time they met Zhang Ruofeng, the latter had already left them with an imposing and lofty impression.

She was unable to resist, nor did she have the strength to do so. Right in that setting, she was forcibly kissed by him, staring at him wide-eyed.

The three of them followed closely behind the white shadows. Even without his glasses, Ying Beichen could see that these shadows were definitely human. Yet, if people had done nothing to warrant a guilty conscience, why would they be running away?

"It's already this late, why hasn't Mom come out yet? Breakfast is about to be served. Dad, you too—you didn't even think to hurry Mom along," Ji Nuanxin said, pouting slightly.

At this very moment, Hua Shiyu truly looked disheveled. Her hair was messy, her complexion pale, and her clothes had long since been torn to shreds by wild brambles.

With no other choice, she had to close her eyes, hold her breath, and lie there completely motionless. Suddenly, she felt a face leaning in close toward her.

"Right. If Xiao Zhe sees you, he will definitely hurt you. Therefore, you must stay far away from him, and it's best if you don't even answer his phone calls!" Ji Anqi said.

He rubbed his ears, suddenly unable to understand why the audience in this world had such a high tolerance. Could it be that what they used to listen to was sheer garbage? How could a song like this attain such a high degree of popularity and praise?

In the ruins of the South City, although the fire had been extinguished, residual heat still lingered there. Combined with the overpowering stench of burning and charring, even the soldiers tasked with clearing the battlefield by day hastily cleaned up the corpses on the streets and refused to approach any further.

"Yuanfang, the business here is concluded. Issue the order to the main army immediately; we shall pack up and set out tomorrow," Di Renjie commanded.

This wasn't even a matter of whether people believed you or not; from top to bottom, they simply wouldn't consider the question you threw out at all, treating your question as if it didn't exist.

Old Man Jia covered his head and said, "Who knows what madness he was caught in? The moment he saw us, without saying another word, he unleashed a fierce beating."

The speed of the Type-20 had dropped extremely low. Li Anxian flipped out of the cockpit, landed with his feet staggered on the back of the machine, drew an electromagnetic sniper rifle, and opened fire with a deafening roar, instantly blasting a nether-fiend to the ground.

However, continuing to trail behind him like this wasn't a proper solution either. Should he accidentally follow him all the way back to the Shao family estate and bring harm to others, that wouldn't be good.

Beside the island, the Crimson deep-submersible remained anchored, and the Dark Demon Giant Turtle was swimming around the shores of the island, occasionally crawling onto the beach to bask in the sun.

I nodded and said, "When we came in, we even saw eerie blood-red characters and intimidating messages written on poplar tree leaves. Are you telling me you really didn't do that?"

It was just that, down in this rural village at present, everyone was struggling with the problem of basic food and clothing; it seemed no one had heard of any family having surplus grain to spare for raising a dog.

Watching them head out, Chen Wei leisurely set about tidying up. Naturally, those bedsheets had to be taken off and brought back for washing, along with a few pieces of clothing.

Tang Zhou originally had no intention of getting involved in the dispute between Zhangsun Wuji and Prince Dao Li Yuanqing, but thinking that if he could stump the head chef of the Eight Immortals Residence today, it would give him the competitive edge to overshadow the Eight Immortals Residence when his own inn opened in the West Market later on, he did not decline.

Leaving the living room, Tang Zhou walked straight to the bedroom, but Lin Qingsu was not there. She was probably still tending to her medicinal garden. Seeing this, Tang Zhou also wanted to check out how Lin Qingsu had cleared that patch of wasteland, so he headed straight toward the backyard.