The Ancients World - Chapter 582 I’m Worried

Yun Chu was thrown into the small world for training, and he just wanted to fill up his progress and go back to make trades.

Unexpectedly, I met a difficult and clingy little devil.

The young man hooked his lips softly and stalked him, but the indifferent daughter of Heavenly Dao was indifferent.

until–

Someone on the edge of blackening leads the big guy into the pit step by step.

“You can’t escape~”

【Quick Pass/Main Sweet/1v1】

#Also known as “The Big Brother Is Actually Not Cold”, “The Love Diary of the Little Lord God”#

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Murong Lingran, who was originally an ancient person, accidentally traveled to the 21st century and lived for 20 years. She was killed when she was bumped and killed while trying to save her child on the way to moving house.

She returned to the ancient times and saw her original family again. Before she could rejoice, she found that she was being swept out of the house, and their family was injured and scattered, and they didn’t even have a place to live.

She clenched her fists, it doesn’t matter, there is space behind her and the omnipotent gods and beasts help, no matter how big the difficulties are. There will be money, houses, fields, manors, shops, and family reunions. It’s just that she didn’t expect that she would accidentally hug the thickest thigh, the kind that doesn’t want to be hugged.

PS: 1. This article is 1V1, overhead, the rack is very empty, please be careful to enter the party.

2. There is room in this article, and there will definitely be plots that go beyond reality. It’s fine to watch it, but if you can’t accept it, don’t enter.

3. Refuse personal attacks, or rebound.

Once, because of a pair of purple eyes he was scorned. He is a wangye known across the land, cold and bloodthirsty, looking disdainfully upon the world.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.