21. The Refined Sister-in-Law and the Beautiful, Yandere Brother-in-Law

You Jiu’s expression was somewhat stiff; after having a facial paralysis for so long, it was difficult to discern any emotion from his face.

The Wind and Cloud Twins had displayed immense power in their first time out of the valley, slaying several formidable demons, and their morale was soaring. Fan Chuyang told them to rest, but how could they possibly settle down? They stood guard at the side, and although they did not strike again, they looked ready to leap into action at any moment.

You Jiu fell to his knees with a thud, his face turning pale and a flicker of panic appearing in his eyes. It was the first time Yun Ge had ever seen him like this.

It did not take long before the Great Patriarch immediately assigned the matchups for the fifth round from the dragon palace tokens, which had been drawn at random for the six participants.

Just as Gu Yun was feeling despondent, a suction force pulled him in. Before him lay only an endless void, devoid of any other existence.

On the way back to the Nangong mansion, Xue Fei received a call from an unfamiliar number. He was startled the moment he answered.

Yet, there were no "ifs." She always managed to keep a clear head, reminding herself that all of this was illusory. She took a deep breath, a faint smile gracing her lips, and walked inside.

As Qu Yuanyuan questioned Ye Liangchen, she also looked at Qu Haibo and Ru Yun, clearly cross-examining them as well.

Jiang Lang stood dazed for a long time. Carefully pondering the gray-clad figure’s build and tone, he felt an increasing sense of familiarity. Could this person be someone he knew? Who exactly was he? And who were the "her" or "him" the stranger spoke of?

After Fan Zheng and Kong Yansong learned that Xue Fei was being transferred, they each invited him to dinner. Combined with the invitations from Chang Liang and others, it left Xue Fei with no time to enjoy a proper meal with Luan Feng.

This dragon breath was incredibly scorching. As soon as it was expelled, the air began to crackle and pop, igniting the trees on the ground and sending billowing smoke into the sky.

On the battlefield, the two armies formed two distinct worlds. Because the Chen army consisted mostly of regular troops and they were in the early stages of establishing their nation, their discipline was strict. Thus, the soldiers waited silently for orders, a chilling aura of death permeating the entire battlefield.

Wang Ze prepared to have Uncle He from the Agricultural College lead a portion of the faculty and students to Jeju Island first, with students from other colleges to follow later.

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As Chen Fan was lost in deep thought, he saw Gu Fangyue approach the single-plank bridge, seemingly intending to cross. However, after surveying the pitch-black, mirror-like water of the Black River, he suddenly retreated.

As the sea breeze blew, the artist looked into the distance with all his might, catching sight of a city crawling like a snail in the bay, his eyes filled with pride.

The Demon Fang chariot was massive and swift. Its sudden entry into the battlefield was like a hurricane sweeping across the plains; demon soldiers in its path were crushed mercilessly beneath the wheels before they could dodge. In an instant, the battlefield was carved into four segments by the three chariots.

In the suburbs, inside an abandoned house, three men were tied to crosses. Outside, only Rose and Chen Fan remained. Narcissus was contacting Hu Xiang'er, Shen Yu had gone to the Chen Group, and Peony and Green Lotus had gone to the old Chen residence, each responsible for the safety of Chen Fan’s father, grandfather, and the rest of the family.

Chen Fan stroked his non-existent beard, his expression profound, implying, "You know what I mean."

Chen Fan fell silent. Was it really worth spending so much money on a single piece of clothing? From the perspective of love, it had to be worth it, but Chen Fan felt something was not quite right. Because the dress had such a grand background and history, it shouldn't have been put up for sale at all; it should have been kept as a collection piece.

Like him, Qin Ming was a transmigrator. The "Dust Fate Tribulation," the easiest to overcome in this world, was the most difficult hurdle for them.

The Myriad Delicacies Mansion was a massive restaurant chain in the Great Zhou Kingdom, with branches in every corner of the realm.

The inkling was about to become reality—this was the thought that rose in both of their minds simultaneously.

The Roc had a head like a bushel, eyes like copper bells, and its four wings, when spread, blocked out the sky and sun. Its body was covered in golden feathers, with a single snow-white feather on each of its four wings.

In the world of cultivators, elemental mastery is the hardest point to break through. Each realm is divided into early, middle, and late stages, and only upon breaking through these three stages can one's elemental mastery truly advance.

Zhao Linglin shrank her head adorably above the water, a look of contemplation appearing in her beautiful eyes. "Could it be that I've fallen for him?" For some reason, the feeling of that previous kiss surfaced in her mind, as if branded on her heart, impossible to let go.

It seemed Wuxiu had been running around for some time to save the person Lan Tong had entrusted to him. Feeling grateful, Lan Tong said, "Thank you for your trouble, Master," and bowed deeply to Wuxiu.

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Peering through the blinding light at the Four-Winged Golden Roc, they discovered that its gaze remained sharp, as if it were thoroughly enjoying bathing in the golden radiance. What was going on?

"I don't want this anymore; you keep it for Lord Leyang." There were only a dozen or so Ice Mountain Snow Lotuses in the pond; every one she ate was one less, and the "big block of ice" would live several decades less.

Chen Yulou, who had been beaten until he vomited blood repeatedly, was no longer recognizable, faring much worse than Dan Yunfeng.

The theme was the American Dream, but you never felt it was being forced upon you. Instead, you gradually sensed the historical changes of the country through the protagonist's experiences.

Daoist Huairou leaned in, sincerely wanting to see how Ke Han performed his cultivation, his manner quite humble.

After leaving the door, Xia Tian realized that it was quite difficult to hail a taxi in this vicinity at such an hour.

Entering the room and placing the red jade on the table, Ning Hao took out his phone to summon White Impermanence via customer service.

Under the observation of Huangfu Shi and the others' spiritual senses, they could clearly see the Master of Chess Lake among the countless water particles, vomiting blood and his aura fluctuating. Countless micro-droplets of water in the space were trembling, slowly revealing themselves.

Yin Qingrou, who had just finished cleaning and hadn't yet had a chance to cultivate, heard Xia Fan’s shouting and scurried out.

As the mask gradually cracked and finally fell away, that beautiful, exquisite face—fair as snow and so stunning that the air itself seemed to freeze and people's breath seemed to stop—came into view.

Li Zhenhua was now very thorough in his actions. He already knew that Lin Qingshan had driven "Brother Tian's" Phaeton to the security company. Therefore, Xia Tian definitely had no car at the moment. He also knew Xia Tian was heading to see Lin Qingyao, and it wasn't appropriate for him to drive him there himself.