Volume One, Chapter 28: The Divine Design?

It is perfectly natural for Zhu Yaqing to provide such detailed accounts. It is not that she possesses a superior memory, but rather that she only remembers the events surrounding her birth and the moment she was awakened by Zhu Mei'er. Since her birth, she had been lost in Goryeo and fell into a deep slumber. For thousands of years, no one had awakened her, so her memory remains frozen in the Qin Dynasty.

Following the general’s orders, the Japanese army braced themselves, diligently confronting the Ming troops who came to challenge them every day. Ten days, fifteen days, twenty days passed; it was a test of patience for both sides.

Although they could not understand what Mo Fan was saying, since when did King-level treasures become worthless junk?

Liang Fei immediately stepped forward to untie Ruxue and Cuilan. He then turned to Gou'er; fortunately, the boy was merely in a deep sleep without any injuries, as if he had been drugged with a sedative. Liang Fei washed Gou'er's nose and mouth with water from the Immortal Lake, and after a short while, the boy regained consciousness. Liang Fei’s suspended heart finally settled.

Lin Chen’s reason for accepting Qin Hao’s challenge was, in part, to use his opponent’s techniques to test his current combat strength.

Li Qingfeng had yet to comprehend the complete Saint-level laws, but his semi-Saint laws were already formidable, signifying that he had one foot across the threshold into the semi-Saint realm.

Everyone followed Liang Fei, receiving high wages and quarterly bonuses, so naturally, no one chose to leave him.

With a thunderous "bang," Yue Yun’s arms went numb, and the drum-beating golden hammer in his left hand was even knocked from his grasp, falling to the ground.

"Hey, are you crazy? Why don't you want to cooperate with me? Aren't my terms generous enough? How about I add one more condition: what if I throw myself in as well?" Su Qing declared with overbearing boldness, pounding her small fists against Liang Fei as she spoke.

Xueliya raised her hand, her slender fingers dancing. Suddenly, an ice spike erupted from the ice sculptures surrounding Anna, striking toward her right hand.

After their tryst, Xu Shimin pulled up his trousers with a look of immense satisfaction. He glanced at the girl with the ponytail in the car, who had been ravaged until she was a mess, weeping like rain, and let out a smug laugh.

As a man, he didn't mind being watched, but if he were to rashly rush into Zhenzhen's room, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Bang!" A violent explosion erupted as a fist infused with powerful internal energy slammed into the opponent's arms. Along with the roar came intense energy fluctuations that rippled outward like waves in water.

Chu Chenxi had wandered the world for over a decade. On the surface, he managed to evade the searches of the King of Chu and the Imperial Concubine, while secretly dodging the persecution of Chu Wei. The fact that he remained unscathed to this day proved he was indeed highly capable.

Dr. Chen Zhihua and Ye Tianfeng both understood that the deeper they ventured into the botanical garden, the more flawless their subsequent actions would be.

The golden pupil was capable of seeing things far beyond the reach of an ordinary person, and it was rumored that it could even perceive things of a profound and metaphysical nature.

The person who saved her was Gu Tingjun? How was that possible? If Gu Tingjun had known she went to a bar and was nearly drugged and assaulted, how could he not have turned the world upside down? Why was he so calm?

"Whatever grievances you have, you may tell me now," Zhang Yang said with a teasing smirk.

With the command given, the flames on the torches flickered out one after another, while the Miao saber became wrapped in a layer of crimson fire. Huzi spun the blade in a flourish; unfazed by the heat, he drew his fingertip across the spine of the blade, and the red flame instantly turned a ghostly blue—a truly impressive sight.

The black light on the bone blade blazed intensely; even with silver armor protection, it would be difficult to withstand such a piercing strike.

"Very well, I shall await your triumphant return," Que Xiang said, picking up the '83 Lafite on the table and draining it in one go.

Moreover, since it was an ability, it could certainly be controlled with greater precision, making it far more useful than a flashbang.

In the past, they wouldn't have even dared to imagine it, but now, seeing the first barrier standing before them, they were at a loss for words.

It was astringent, smelling of the stagnant water from a dead pond, even harder to swallow than water from a saline-alkali land, but it was just barely passable.

Contrary to what Kuo Chu had imagined—that they would flee in panic upon being discovered—Kuo Chu actually ordered his troops to turn around on the spot and organize a defense.

Ordinary people caught in the fires of war scattered to hide, some carrying strange backpacks as they dodged the flames of conflict.

Ye Chuan slammed on the brakes, only to realize the motorcycle wouldn't stop. He hurriedly jumped off, rolling along the ground to the other side.

Different people have different definitions; one thousand, ten thousand, or one hundred thousand could all be defined as "many."

Divine power descended like a cage, surrounding the two and making it impossible for them to escape even an inch.

A transmigrator with a system at their disposal has a wild path ahead, equivalent to possessing peak-tier cognitive abilities and maximum comprehension.

Compounded by droughts and locust plagues, the number of refugees from Jizhou fleeing to the Zhongshan State grew by the day. Similarly, scholars drawn by the fame of Zheng Xuan and Cai Yong arrived in small groups, one after another, seeking to become their disciples.

Both Taishi Ci and Mi Zhu shook their heads in ignorance. This was to be expected; Taishi Ci had never left Donglai before, and while Mi Zhu had been to the Luoyang area and might have traveled that very road, he would have been in a carriage with servants, so how could he have broken down halfway?

The Demon God seemed to have gone mad, bombarding the grand formation incessantly. Under his assault, the Asura Illusion Formation trembled violently.

"What is going on? Tell me in detail! If you cannot explain this clearly, all three thousand of you will be beheaded!" Liu Tianhao sensed something fishy and sternly intimidated the three Xiongnu chiliarchs before him.

Mo Liangyan parted her lips, but before she could utter a sound, Tang Song’s kiss descended, swallowing all her words into his mouth.

"Tch, silver-tongued devil, I can't be bothered with you." Chen Shaohua wrinkled her nose, though her heart was blooming with joy.

Zuo Junlin and his three companions were burning with anxiety. They had already poured all the spiritual energy within them into Lu Xia, yet she remained motionless. They did not know what had happened to her, and not daring to act rashly, they maintained their seated positions.

Lin Sese checked the time—it was only 6:30. Even if she ate noodles before leaving, she would still be able to avoid that devil.

In the scene, Shen Naitian lunged forward, using a Water Style: Water Cannon technique to overturn Yong Kong, then followed up with a pulse-striking strike that knocked Feng Jian to the ground, scaring him into admitting defeat.

Yan Fan had integrated the mutant soul stone into his soft armor, allowing him to unleash attacks similar to spiritual-soul strikes. That was why, at this moment, Chu Xingtian's soul felt as if it had been struck by something, causing him agonizing pain.