Volume 1, Chapter 30: Trading a Bicycle for a Motorcycle

"Sigh, why must you debase yourself like this?"

Although his heart had already died for Zhang Xiaoman, he admitted that upon hearing her voice, he still could not remain calm. Yet, what spared him from further torment was the realization that it was truly over between them.

Huh? Was that... a gun?

At that moment, on the other side of the peach orchard, behind the first small cave on the left, a man caught his attention. More importantly, the man held something in his hand—a gun, the kind one only ever saw on television. Seeing the weapon, he gasped sharply. How could this man have brought a gun here? Was it even possible to bring a firearm onto a cruise ship? Although it didn't...

Ling Lin and Ling Sen, being twins and identical in height, played a crucial role in their younger sister’s favorite game. However, out of professional pride as a system administrator, it refused to admit it lacked detection privileges; in any case, its current response wasn't technically a lie.

Seeing Gu Mingze pull out his own handkerchief, Su Xiuxiu’s expression darkened, but she forced herself to perk up and put on a smile.

Pure-hearted and naive, Shan Cheng took Yao Rumei in as a sworn sister after nursing her back to health. Being stabbed by Die Yehang was a near-fatal blow to her. Beyond the physical pain, it was an incurable wound to her soul, one that could only be left to time to fade.

Old Man Jin was getting on in years, and he couldn't help but worry that if something were to happen to him, Long Sheng wouldn't even have a decent place to live. The box looked ordinary but emitted a faint fragrance. Upon opening it, she found not the jade bracelets or emeralds she had imagined, but a silver thumb ring that appeared to be made of iron.

The land behind the Gao family's home was vacant; if it were allocated to Old Man Jin to build a house, that space could be put to good use. Yao Yongbo, as the village chief, would surely have no objections.

Suddenly, An Xin truly missed those times when she would laugh and chat with Gu Anli. Looking back, those days were truly beautiful. Even if she wasn't sure if Gu Anli had truly loved her, he had certainly been very kind to her.

On the second to last day of every year, people would honor their ancestors. If a family was prosperous, they would leave extra food at the edge of the forest for the wild animals to feast upon.

Human relationships are built on mutual giving and receiving, but if he is the only person to whom you can offer everything, do you think the devotion you pour into him will ever be valued?

Even the elders of the Qianji Sect, who were accustomed to Ye Su’s desperate cultivation and weapon refining, cast strange glances her way.

Jiang Zhiyu woke up with a start and saw something she shouldn't have. There was no help for it; he was her younger brother, after all. With her around, he could still be saved.

You Fushi was only responsible for collecting beast cores and monster corpses, wondering all the while why that mortal hadn't tracked him down yet.

After watching a good show, the bear girl yawned again and waved a paw to indicate she was going to sleep, telling Chen Ying to stop bothering her.

Approaching the bed, he found the bedding lumped together, filthy and stained a sickly yellow-black. He brought it to his nose and sniffed; a pungent, fishy odor immediately assaulted his nostrils.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment. I will send word immediately." The lead sword cultivator turned to find someone to relay the message up the chain of command.

Su Siyu, bare-faced and wearing a light brocade silk robe, sat by the bay window, gazing at the scenery outside, her long, porcelain-like legs exposed.

I gripped my phone tightly. Just as I was about to call Chen Xue, Li Feihua called me first.

Si Lichen had a habit of rising early; since he lived at the company, he was already busy with work at this hour.

Ji got out of bed, put on his shoes, dipped his fingers in water, and crouched down to write on the floor.

It was already 1:00 AM. The busy, crowded streets of Beijing could finally rest, save for the dim streetlights, the lonely moon, and the occasional passing drunkard. Though this place was desolate, one had to admit the environment was superb; at night, you could see the stars filling the sky.

Not only that, but several staff members passing by were so surprised their jaws dropped.

However, she did not know that every invitation from the Wen family was numbered to prevent anyone from forging them to sneak in.

Within the Holy Land, thanks to Long Ming’s efforts over the past millennium to ease tensions between the Soul and Technique factions and promote dual cultivation, there had been some small progress.

"Will you marry me?" A voice perfectly synchronized with the frozen image. Wang Junkai walked onto the stage with a microphone, his eyes fixed only on her. When he reached her, he knelt on one knee and produced a ring from the box.

He simply liked him too much and didn't want anyone else to have him. Did Yan Mo hate him that much?

After the tragic deaths of the Graves and Azir, the SSG team played much more cautiously. They didn't make any big moves, and the situation many predicted—where the Malphite would teleport to the bottom lane upon reaching level six—did not come to pass. Everything seemed calm.

She went to find Auntie Qin. Auntie Qin, Auntie Huang, and Old Fu’s wife were preparing lunch for the workers. Just then, they saw Xiaotian trot over with a wild pheasant in its mouth.

Mao Leyan knew her talismans could only last for a quarter of an hour. If they couldn't break out by then, they would turn into ordinary ghosts; though slightly stronger than before, they would be like eggs hitting a stone against these zombies, doomed to die.

"I'm sorry..." That was all Lin Chuxia could say. She had failed this man, even if it was while she suffered from amnesia.

But the White Tiger had been very young when it left Kongsang Mountain; after all these years, it had forgotten almost everything about the place. Helan Yao’s question was in vain.

Nate Modi; the people they had helped raised their hands high, bidding farewell to their saviors.

With a scream, the man in black hit by Tang Yi spat blood and flew backward, crashing to the ground and falling unconscious.

"You know your status; you are not the Emperor's true concubine, only in name. Since you are the Emperor's plant, you should be content to serve him and harbor no other crooked thoughts." Under the moonlight, Mo Li’s eyes were like torches, radiating a hint of murderous intent.

At night, that pitch-black office building—if one room had its lights on, how eye-catching it was.

"Xiaofei, did you say just now that Liu Shen bullied you?" Liu Yizhang let Song Xiaofei into the regiment headquarters and asked with feigned casualness while pouring her water.

I had already anticipated that the soldier would run, as he didn't believe I would let him go. I didn't care about his escape. I simply looked toward Emperor Zhao to see how he had been captured by us.