Volume 1, Chapter 35: Entangled with Another Man Again

However, upon hearing this, Liu Huaimin’s face flushed a deep crimson. His expression was as awkward as it could possibly be, and in that instant, he felt like dying of shame.

"Tyrant! Return my sister's life!" Suddenly, a golden light flashed across the horizon, traversing ten miles in a blink and arriving in an instant.

The group offered bitter smiles. Zhang Bainin swept his gaze over them unhurriedly before walking to the main seat in the hall and sitting down without the slightest formality.

Next, they heard a flurry of hurried, chaotic footsteps. Liu Wanyong climbed the stairs; the moment he emerged from the stairwell, he saw several men lunging at him with machetes. Blocked by a stone screen in front, the attackers were forced to assault him from both sides.

Meanwhile, Leiyin stood outside the hospital room window. He had just happened to pass by and, hearing the two arguing, stopped to listen to their entire conversation.

The threads spat out by Ghost Child were different from before. Yamato and Leiyin clearly felt that the chakra on these threads was significantly more potent than moments ago.

Gu Qiqi suddenly clung to his arm, an action that nearly caused Xi Jinyan’s heart to skip a beat.

"To say you’ve 'weathered the storms' is to say you’re old; to call you 'down-and-out' is to say you’re slovenly; and to say your talent is 'buried' is just a polite way of saying you lack intelligence," Ye Zigao said, drawing from experience.

The next day, John prepared to return to Los Angeles to handle film-related matters, while Danny remained at the estate to attend to some business affairs.

"Should we take advantage of the fact that they haven’t arrived yet and throw a rope over to climb across?" Wei Daniu suggested.

The earth began to tremble, and an ancient stone platform rose slowly from the ground. In the center of that platform, a purple-gold divine throne burst forth, hovering directly above his head.

Regarding Su Caiyin’s question, Elder Yu offered no answer. He simply turned away, adopting a posture that made it clear he was seeing his guest out.

"The Emperor must have killed everyone to keep the secret!" Lu Youcai made a throat-slashing gesture, looking smug and convinced his analysis was spot-on.

After getting off the bus, my second senior brother and I entered a grocery store to inquire about news of the "Bug Burrow."

Unlike his brother, who was the pride of the clan, he possessed the finest swords and the best teachers. In every respect, his brother was the best.

There were Heaven-grade techniques, martial arts, spiritual treasures, fifth-grade soul skills, and various high-level pills that exuded a rich medicinal fragrance.

Previously, they had held some hope of defeating the Purple Fierce Dragon, but seeing that hope shattered and realizing they were no match for it, they lost their nerve and planned to flee.

As more star essence converged and poured into Jiang Xing’s body, it destroyed the invisible nanobots. A "Star Eye" began to form within him—a space separate from his body where the Star Eye existed independently, while the rest of the world remained a void.

The forest should have been dense enough to block out the sky, yet as they walked, they were alternately shaded and scorched by the sun. Su Caiyin had no choice but to shield her head in this way just to make things easier on her eyes.

He had borrowed the wrath of the Dragon Soul to create "Dragon Momentum," and by utilizing the "Three Paths of Zhaoge," "Sword Drawing Slash," and the "True Mountain of Sword Dao," he had realized "Sword Momentum." Perhaps he could also use his "Sinful Body" to grasp even more forms of momentum.

Yaoyang fell silent. I didn't know what to say either, and as we looked at each other, a trace of awkwardness spread through the quiet.

By the time Yang Yan’s report was delivered back to Jiankang Prefecture by Wei Zhou, seventeen days had already passed. Zhao Chen was greatly surprised after reading it, never imagining that Yang Yan would have such a grand plan, one that far exceeded their initial projections.

Although I had only just met Suifeng, I knew he was a stubborn person. If he found out about his fourth brother’s marriage, he would never be willing to stay by his side.

Wanyan Changzhi suddenly felt a strange sensation; he could not detect a single trace of a peerless master's demeanor in Pufeng. In other words, if he didn't know who Pufeng was, he would have certainly mistaken him for an ordinary monk tending to his vegetables.

"Good, I have the materials for forging a sword. Once I gather some auxiliary materials and a demonic core with the right elemental alignment, I can upgrade my flying sword again." Satisfied, Ruoshui put away the Primordial Refined Copper and began to consider where to go next.

Over a dozen fully armed personnel rushed in. The leader, holding a tranquilizer gun, didn't hesitate; he aimed at the crocodile's head and pulled the trigger.

Bodu didn't even look back, lunging forward with a roar. His knights also rushed to meet the remaining skeletons. I sighed; he hadn't listened to a word I said. Never mind, I’ll take care of these things myself.

This was probably what Liang Yanyang meant in his status update: we all eventually become the people we once despised.

One serving of braised chicken wings, one shredded pork with garlic sauce, eggplant stir-fried with green beans, and a winter melon and pork rib soup.

With their heroes' equipment now built, both sides engaged in a team fight at the enemy's boss location twenty minutes in. However, due to vision issues, the enemy team managed to strike first.

They all nodded, assuming it must be the level of a Nine-Refinement Earth Monarch. If it weren't a Nine-Refinement Earth Monarch, there truly wouldn't be any other level of Earth Monarch capable of triggering such a widespread heavenly tribulation. Moreover, having rarely seen a Nine-Refinement Earth Monarch, they could only instinctively come to this conclusion.

"Forget it. I came here to find the 'Heaven-Swallowing, Earth-Devouring Primordial Method'; why should I obsess over someone else's memories?" Mo Yu shook his head slightly, then stilled his mind and began to chant the method in his thoughts.

"But, why were you smiling the whole time just now? Does anyone think while smiling when they encounter a difficult problem? And you were smiling... so morbidly! Are you alright?" In truth, what she wanted to ask was, "Is there something wrong with your neurological reflexes?"

Since his rework, Liu Bei’s skills had changed significantly, and the hero himself had been reclassified. Although he was still categorized as a support hero, his offensive capabilities were unlike anything in the past.

Qin Chuan was delighted by the prospect of such a challenge and used the fight to hone his swordsmanship. But after they had traded blows for only a moment, Yan Nantian suddenly withdrew. Scanning the area, Qin Chuan realized that while Bai Qiyue had been holding her own against two opponents, both of them were now gone, and Ning Xiyue was currently in pursuit of an Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator.

Yi Tianyun did not kill them all; it would have been effortless to wipe them out, but that would be meaningless. He wanted to know where this group of Evil Spirits was headed and what mission they were trying to accomplish.

Gong Yuyue lowered his eyes, watching the person in his arms who had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. The faint moonlight filtered in, landing softly on her delicate, rosy cheeks. Even now, he could vaguely see the flush that had yet to fully fade from her face.

"Reporting to Master, the pill is of the first grade." Zhou Lei did not hold back the slightest detail regarding this matter.