Chapter 120: You Must Learn to Use Your Brain; You Are Not a Warrior

Those matters felt distant to him, much like speaking to a young child about patriotism and defending the nation; even if that child were a genius, they were still a genius raised in an era of peace.

However, when disaster strikes and war descends, everything changes completely.

In those times, they too must enter the fray and fight, and as the brilliant, extraordinary talents of their generation, they are expected to step forward and lead.

Although Lin Qingyun had only spoken thus far, the Thirteenth Master drained his cup of cold tea and personally picked up the pot to refill his own and the Fourteenth Master’s, signaling that it was time for his guest to depart.

She felt a bit shy while tying the belt for the Fourteenth Master; being short with short arms, standing face-to-face meant she had to embrace him to do it. It was a snug fit, her cheek pressed firmly against his chest.

Liang Jingwan wore a smile on her face—neither cold nor overly warm—generously allowing others to scrutinize and critique her.

Cheng Wanwan happened to learn of this incident, and a plan began to take shape in her mind. Clad in high heels, she knocked on the door of the human resources executive.

"That's fine, but I want photos that showcase your figure, understand?" Qin Tianming’s voice was lewd, sounding exactly like a debauched playboy.

Xinyue did not understand Mongolian, but looking at the scene, she could guess with her eyes closed that Abiya was likely saying nothing pleasant.

Especially later on, at the age of twelve, because he was unable to cultivate, he never left the sect again. After four years of no contact, Murong Yi was, to Xiang Yunsheng, a complete stranger.

The position on the screen was exactly the doorway to Xia Fanxing’s office. From the footage captured by this security camera, one could clearly see who had come to her office door and at what time.

The car moved steadily along the road. Suddenly, after passing a traffic light, Xia Fanxing noticed a vehicle trailing behind her. Always sharp, she intentionally took a few detours, but the car remained close on her tail.

Su Molin cut her off directly, his handsome features etched with a flash of hostility. Ye Jin had never seen this side of the beauty; he was no longer ethereal, but he looked even more captivating.

Zhang Wei smiled without answering. He hadn't even gone there; what money could he have? Still, being an intern was truly bitter. You had to endure a year and a half as an intern, then survive three years of rotations. If you were lucky, you might start making money; if not, you kept grinding. It was truly a life-or-death struggle. If he weren't playing *Miracle* right now, he would certainly be enduring it.

At this moment, their attitude had shifted entirely. Their concern was no longer whether those people could safely return to the Human Federation, but rather about their own side: whether, while helping humanity fend off the Zerg invasion, they were creating an entirely new threat. The potential Chen Xi displayed was far too worrying.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan slammed a hand against his forehead. He had the Super Detection skill; how could he have forgotten to use such a divine ability, choosing instead to guess back and forth? Was he just gluttonous and idle?

The hearts of Wang Xuan and Liu Wangwei pounded violently. They had both hit upon a certain possibility, but it was something that could never be spoken aloud. The Black Dragon trusted them so deeply that even if they had guessed correctly, the secret would have to rot in their stomachs forever.

"...Your father, I don't know what he's fussing about all day long. It seems he's taken an interest in soccer again these past two days and insisted on dragging me along. And here we are, in Madrid!" Her son had called her, and Xie Lizhu was overjoyed, talking at great length.

Valikama could not make it over because the Cathay Prefecture had issued a mobilization order, summoning all troops on leave and reserves to the Central Continent in preparation for a full-scale assault on the enemy. The Eastern Continent forces had already relayed news of the impending offensive through the Imperial Clan Court, and the two sides were to rendezvous at Wiesen Square.

"Multi-Size Technique!" Choji Akimichi’s voice rang out as his massive body transformed into a sphere, spinning at high speed. "Human Bullet Tank!" His target was none other than the Jonin restrained by Shikamaru.