Rebellion

Apocalypse of Natural Disasters: Go Mad, Become a Dragon First! Cheng Ying 1282 words 2026-02-09 19:45:51

Shiny and Water Cannon had also discovered that the dogs had gone into hibernation, and every day, aside from handing out purified water to the scavengers, they spent nearly all their time at Willow’s side. Back then, it was the dog mother who had rescued them from the pet shop. They were still tiny then and needed milk every two hours. Every day the dog mother was busy digging supplies from the ruins, yet she still had to keep constant watch over those two burdens. If she worried they were overheating, she would put them into the inner space; the space at that time was not what it was now.

“At that time, I hope you can... still return to the palace, and then I’ll find a way to restore your status!” Li Heng said this, and it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart, leaving him inexplicably at ease.

War had driven their technological progress, and under genetic enhancement, these warriors had become immensely powerful, each one possessing great strength and astonishing agility.

I can understand that. These clothes are all too fashionable and revealing; it is only natural to have trouble accepting them at first.

Everywhere were shattered kingdoms, a lifeless sea, and one extinct race of merfolk.

If the earlier video had made people feel dazzled, then this one made them feel as though they were seeing reality.

A berserker served as the front of the vehicle, dragging a huge trailer loaded with dozens of tons of soil for several kilometers before dumping it into a valley.

Unexpectedly, however, Zhao Gao was not punished. Instead, he won the emperor’s favor and was promoted and enriched.

The pitiful cries of “Aiyo! Aiyo!” rose one after another, steadily increasing the psychological pressure.

This time he had led ten thousand cavalry to Yingchuan to fight, originally intending only to win Xun Yu’s loyalty. He had never expected that after a great battle, his losses would amount to only a few hundred riders, while his gains were so astonishing that he could hardly believe it.

As for this special patient, she had only just taken over her shift when she heard about him. At first, she had been wondering what kind of person he could possibly be to require the dean to come in person and examine him.

“To think that even while traveling through space, there can be bandit attacks. It seems I’ll have to keep a lower profile from now on.” With that, Qin Li put away his Necromancer Godship, boarded the silver-white warship he had just robbed in turn, and sped toward the Moonwatch Planet nearest to him.

The beast king flew into a rage and sprang at him with its huge claws spread wide. Ma Chengfeng leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the bite, and as his body dropped, he locked both legs tightly around its back.

He held his breath, staring fixedly from the corner of his eye behind the bushes. Only when that thing slowly peered out from behind them did Ma Chengfeng suddenly bolt forward, the Seven-Star Blade raised high in his hand... At that very instant, his opponent also sensed the danger, and a fierce gust of wind struck toward Ma Chengfeng’s chest.

“This is a dish my father added for you.” Hui Fang’s father had never liked Ma Chengfeng. Not only him, but almost everyone in the whole village disliked him and treated him like a harbinger of doom. Yet this morning’s breakfast was exceptionally generous; the old man had specifically gotten up early to buy Ma Chengfeng a roast chicken in town.

Tang Xin’s face was dark with frustration. She did not want the misunderstanding to grow worse and make her mother worry herself sick over nothing.

This went on until the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. For seven full days, Li Yongle wore nothing but that one night robe. Most terrifying of all was what happened on the sixth day.

Demon Spirit’er's face was deathly pale, blood flowing nonstop from her mouth. Her clothes were drenched red, yet she said nothing, only gazed faintly at the Third Elder.

“Your brother was infected by a virus called Sila Vino, which caused him to lose consciousness,” Chen Feng said after some thought, offering an explanation.

As Li Qingfeng ran, the pressure of faith bearing down on him grew even stronger, cracking his skin and opening one fissure after another, until blood sprayed out.

After Han Ning led me inside, she told me to sit anywhere I liked. I did not sit, but instead stared blankly at the sandbags.