Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Crisis of the Women

"I was wrong last night. If you are unwilling to give me up, then I am yours forever..."

The damp sensation faded, followed immediately by words so explosive they ignited his hidden potential. His speed surged instantly; the thicket was just ahead! He had guessed correctly: by the time he reached the bushes, the wild monkeys had stopped following. Seeing the malice and frustration in their eyes, he knew they must have been furious. However, he did not linger; he pushed straight into the thicket, vanishing from their sight. Once inside, he trampled a patch of grass and laid Gao Fei'er down...

"Someone has posted online that you are critically ill in the hospital and that MJ is on the verge of bankruptcy. Our stock has been falling since this morning," Lu Changcun said, showing Lu Chen the morning's financial headlines.

"You must be Ling Heng's sister. I'm An Ge, your brother's classmate." An Ge's explanation was quite reasonable; because Chen Yutong called Ling Heng 'brother,' she assumed the girl was his sister.

Time slipped away quietly, and the two-month deadline was fast approaching. Shang Wuqing prepared to set off for the Xuanming Sea to fulfill his promise. To avenge the entire Li household was a grand undertaking, and naturally, he wanted to see it through with his own eyes to set his mind at ease.

Madame Xu led Li Jun's concubines to greet them with smiling faces, and apart from respectfully congratulating Li Jun, she did not forget to offer her well-wishes to Li Shuang'er.

Liu Mo did not wait for Wen Renhen's reply, for Wen Renhen had already followed in the direction of Gu Qiu, and Liu Mo hurried to catch up.

Lu Yin looked at her for a long while, unable to tell if the girl was joking or being serious.

Auntie Zhang was busy sewing clothes. Sometimes, she was overly cautious. For urgent or large orders, she dared not let the embroiderers do the work themselves, insisting on doing it personally to feel at ease.

At the time, he had vented all his fury on Consort Feng Zhaoyi, but later, seeing her die such a miserable death, he could not help but feel regret.

"It's all my fault. I was cooking and forgot to check the courtyard. In that short time, the child was gone. You tell me... I am just..." Mother Yu started crying as she spoke.

Although Master Jinguang's words contained many falsehoods and surely concealed certain things, and there were risks involved, compared to the potential rewards, they were not worth mentioning.

"The strongest disciple: age no more than thirty, talent of at least twelve Qi cyclones, cultivation must reach the True Essence Realm, unparalleled combat power, capable of defeating stronger opponents, with heaven-defying means!" Qiu Mo replied.

Lin Fei walked deeper and deeper until he reached the end of the cave. There sat a circular stone sculpture of a dragon and phoenix, their heads and tails connected to form a perfect circle. At the front of the statue were two slots, where the swords Gan Jiang and Mo Xie were inserted.

Ye Wushuang's expression darkened. He didn't know much about the Iron-Armed Grizzly, but he could feel that this giant beast was terrifying beyond measure.

— Foot Combat Expert: A warrior accustomed to fighting on foot, capable of facing mounted generals without fear. When fighting on foot, Martial Strength increases by 1 point, movement speed increases by 30%, and physical stamina consumption is halved.

Two jets of water struck the curved white jade cutting board, yet they caused Lin Tian no harm at all.

"Hahaha! If we win this battle, Mengde's contribution will be the greatest. When I go to Chang'an to meet His Majesty, I shall personally request a reward for you, so that the Emperor may grant you a title and promotion!" Yuan Shao said, overjoyed.

"Damn it, I'll risk it!" Shou He cursed before opening his mouth, where his lips and teeth seemed fused together.

"This feeling..." Zhang Ye sensed the power surging from within his body, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"Wushuang, Yuan Chong has also arrived," Qiu Mo suddenly reminded him from the side. He had heard about how Ye Wushuang had crippled Yuan Mei; because of this, Yuan Chong had stormed into the Endless Wasteland to take Ye Wushuang's life.

Although he could lie in bed, it was clear that his condition was no longer as spirited as it once was.

Gulping down two large bowls of tea, Jing Mo let out a long sigh, as if trying to purge all the filth from his body.

Following this was the Western European coalition led by the French army, which, under the cover of the Egyptian cavalry, launched an autumn offensive against the Holy City of Jerusalem.

Strangely enough, the incense stick did not break, and not a single speck of ash fell; the burnt ash curved and pointed towards the northeast.

"How did we get out?" Zhou Ziwei looked around. They had indeed made it out, but the nausea and discomfort remained. Zhou Ziwei looked down and saw Cen Beisheng gripping her hand tightly.

After speaking, the word "cefalosporin" flashed through Jiang Xi's mind, and a pill-like object immediately appeared in his other hand.

Song Ling glanced at her several times, finally unable to hold back: "It will be dangerous. I don't suggest you follow me." There were too many unknowns; he didn't even know when he would return if he left. Every time he looked at her, Song Ling's expression grew more somber.

The hotel was behind them. If Nan Musen hadn't frequently used those words, Nan Hanqin would never have known the meaning of "behind."

The first to charge out was a man in his sixties. Although his temples were graying, his movements were still agile and swift. His black down jacket was open, and he held an iron pipe, radiating a fierce air.

Hearing Mo Liang speak of his current predicament, the Eldest Mistress's eyes welled with tears.

Originally, this was a hunt that belonged to them, but by now, the roles of hunter and prey had been reversed.

Why meet? Why not let the version of you that loved me most live in my heart forever?

Just as Ye Hua was preparing for the dungeon raid and large numbers of ordinary players from both factions were ready to engage in war, a group of elite players from the Order faction was secretly planning their own agenda.

"What the hell kind of joke is this? What is Nishiyama Hideaki doing?" Seeing Nishiyama Hideaki flying his plane straight toward him, Li Haiyang felt dazed. Could it be that Nishiyama Hideaki had lost his mind?

Mu Xiaofeng had an intuition that Gu Chao was definitely on this third floor, and that Gu Chao likely knew they were coming up and was already lying in wait. This intuition didn't come from the Russian man on the first floor who had responded under Tang Hengshan's coercion, but from his own sixth sense.

Returning to Bone Town, back to the Barbatos Research Institute, the guy was drinking with Old Gus! It looked like he was finished. Did researching waterproof and pressure-resistant armor really take this long? What on earth had he been busy with all this time?