Volume 1, Chapter 25: Just Like the Lady of the House

"Hello, my name is Xu Yuan and I am a reporter. I would like to ask if you saw a fan emit a sudden ring of crimson chakra light yesterday?" Xu Yuan asked, raising her eyebrows as she fought to suppress her irritation.

However, Jiang Yi longed to return to the Xuanhuang Continent to take a look, to see if the Mirage Palace and the Black Profound Gate were safe, and whether the Profound Yin Sect he had founded still existed.

Kryuchkov looked exhausted, yet he still made a strenuous effort to appear sharp and capable. He scanned the meeting hall and said in a loud voice, "Comrades, I have invited you all here today, and I trust you are aware that our country has suffered a major catastrophe."

Wuhuan had recognized him the moment he leaped up from the sea of people. That man was her one-time beloved, her eternal heartache; how could she not recognize him?

A sharp wooden stake pierced Danny’s chest. His complexion turned a bruised blue-purple, and his irises shone with a beautiful violet hue.

Leng Yu gave a bitter smile. If she had known, she wouldn't have teased the Fourteenth Prince earlier; now, she was the only one suffering for it.

"Are you ready to go?" Seeing Mei Mo leave, the Thirteenth Prince walked behind Leng Yu and asked.

Just as he was about to deny it, Zhou Chu noticed Cheng Yun’s pleading eyes. His heart softened instantly, and the words he was about to speak died on his lips.

"I’m coming too—" Hearing that something had happened, the Tenth Prince hurried to follow Leng Yu, but was held back by the Ninth Prince.

Jiang Cheng only trusted Jiang Yiyi and the surveillance footage. Even if Tang Zhaoyue said something, he wouldn't believe it.

Qin Zhilin found a place and took the instruments he had moved from the underground laboratory out of his spatial ring.

Anyone capable of poisoning others right under their noses must be a master of the craft.

Standing beneath the steps of the Daming Hall, he was in no rush to return to the Ministry of War. He simply looked at the sky and the ground, waiting as if he were merely there to enjoy the scenery.

No matter how good your kung fu is, you still fear a kitchen knife. Can you fight ten people or a hundred? The power of the Wu family is far beyond anything you can imagine now.

Mad Dog’s gunshot wound was near the back of his neck, close to his shoulder, with another on the back of his thigh. It was clear he had been ambushed by enemies from behind.

Steward Tao spoke repeatedly, his words filled with growing disdain and anger as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

***

Given Min Jixiu’s temperament, the fact that he returned from Naypyidaw peacefully meant he had achieved the result he wanted.

Qin Zhilin looked around; before him stood a large building with a sign hanging at the front entrance that read "Battle Martial Academy."

Jiang Cheng packed the two pink diamonds and the ring, then went to a flower shop and bought nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses.

She already knew Li Can was loose-lipped, and from her chat with Su Qian and the others yesterday, she learned that was all there was to him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent her so many messages early in the morning, only to delete her without a word.

The basketball swished through the hoop, releasing the tension among the home fans, who subconsciously shouted "Defense!" in unison, following the DJ's lead.

However, over the years, many southern customs had been largely forgotten, and many families no longer cared much about them.

"Song Shan, are you saying that Daoist Priest Tian gave this Blood God Wood to Yueyue back then just to save her life?" Fang Nanyi still held animosity toward the priest; she remained convinced that if Priest Tian hadn't given the Blood God Wood to Meng Yue, she wouldn't be suffering today.

Vin Diesel speculated with no small amount of malice. He certainly knew Wang Naijie was the film’s producer and understood the power a producer held in a project. It was precisely for this reason that he was determined to fight for that position.

Of course, there were numerous casualties during these dozens of days of martial arts competitions. But nobody cared about that; everyone only cared about the spectacle.

Zhang Wei was truly grateful to his uncle. If his uncle hadn't convinced him, he might not have become Tang Feng’s driver.

Although DG was a foreign company, it was large in scale with significant international influence and a strong ability to generate profit. Offending a shareholder of such a company would be akin to courting death.

Li Can was not like some of his old neighbors who took their relocation compensation and went off to squander it around the world; he had always been a steady, grounded person.

After I knocked 'myself' unconscious, the gray world began to change. Previously, the light had only shone upon the coffin.

Meng Po said he was a meteor sinking into the night sky, and that his life’s destiny had been artificially cut short.

Beside the coffin were ninjas and samurai holding ninja swords. Their flesh and blood had been decomposed into nutrients and absorbed by microorganisms.

***

The gray sculpture showed no signs of improvement from Cangjing Tianxiang’s blood; it remained covered in spiderwebs.

Tang Xue’s expression changed slightly. An Zaiyou’s change in tone was nothing more than a warning to Tang Xue not to delay him any further, or he would take her along as well.

Of course, the blueprint itself was genuine, but this item was different from a Devil Fruit; verifying the authenticity of such a blueprint was not something that could be done with brute force.

The soul-stirring sounds continued for two hours. I lay on the bed and even had a dream, but then the Demon King’s voice drifted in from next door. I jolted upright and pressed myself against the wall again.

I hadn't expected the fight between the two old monsters to be so short, but that was for the best; if it was like this, they surely wouldn't notice me stealing their immortal energy.

Watching the two fellows trade barbs in front of him, Xuan Yun reflected in his heart that he really had no interest in watching their drama.

"Leng Lingfeng, if you get yourself this dirty again, I don't want you anymore." That was something she had said many years ago.

Tang Feng discovered that after reaching level ten, many functions were unlocked, so he clicked on the combat power ranking in the leaderboard.

"Right, should have quit that job a long time ago. You can make money playing games now, no need to endure that nonsense." Qiu Feng said in his carefree way, sounding perfectly logical.

Wang Ling said this to Lu Ming, but also to himself: the path of cultivation requires following one’s own heart, without entanglement.

By the time the fatty and the others returned to this spot, only a pile of trash remained. They trekked a fair distance further before catching up with the main force, and the bearded Zhang Mo and the others ran to the front in a hurry.

Long Ziyan said with tears in her eyes: "If you are unwilling to marry me, what am I to do? Not only have we had physical intimacy, but I have lost my purity. In our family, reputation is more important than our lives." Long Ziyan wept incessantly.

Shen Zouxing deliberately changed the subject and said: "Do you think the people we see on this ship, who appear one way on the surface, have unspeakable secrets behind their backs just like us? Take that one in front, for example." As he spoke, he pointed with his hand at a man in black on the other side of the ship’s railing, who had his back to them.