The refined sister-in-law and the beautiful, sickly, and obsessive youth.

I pondered this moment, back when I was still in the Great Volcanic Hell, plotting with the shadows on how to escape.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it felt like a mere instant before Sawei was jolted awake by a sudden pain in his face.

In the evening, Jiang Yushu soaked in a hot bath for half an hour, both to relieve her fatigue and to clear her mind for contemplation. Afterward, gathering her resolve, she quietly gave orders to summon her shadow guards.

As she looked up, she realized the man in green robes was as gentle as jade, his smile as refreshing as a spring breeze. His features were incredibly refined, and though his frame was lean, his muscles were clearly defined and powerful.

The Li family had resided in this region for generations, a flourishing clan. Despite the slaughter of the city by the Northern Qi, some managed to escape. After the imperial court reclaimed Yongzhou, the refugees returned one by one. The clan remained numerous and often produced arrogant bullies, veritable local tyrants.

However, because of Yang Gong’s concern, my mood improved significantly. I prepared to continue climbing my mountain, but I keenly sensed a pair of eyes watching me from not far away.

Finally, one strand succeeded; it bypassed the monster's grasp and mercilessly burrowed into its body.

When the eunuchs before the throne flattered Zhao Qing with these words, he laughed it off, but inwardly he muttered to himself. It wasn't her skill, but rather the talent of Xi Ronghua of the Jinhua Palace; even his return to the Emperor’s presence had been thanks to her influence.

"Don't let anything slip today; just say Gongsun is on duty. As for whoever replaces him, you will have to bear a great deal of trouble." The more Long Kaitian thought about the death of Murong Rourou Zeding, the more dejected he felt.

That night, he slept for a long time, so long that when he awoke, the surroundings were filled with an uproar. Xuanyuan Yu looked around in bewilderment; the people were panicked and frantic, as if they had lost some precious treasure.

Jiang Yang had no interest in watching that "family of three." She lifted her eyes for one last look at Ye Tushen, withdrew her gaze with reluctance, and departed quietly.

Ahead of the flying vessel, the void shattered, and once again it pierced into the abyss. Xu Han, Meng Chong, and Su Lingxiu all hurriedly focused their minds to grasp the profound mysteries of breaking through the void.

To be honest, I am truly grateful for the meticulousness of Brother Fang Mao. Without this short blade, I wouldn't know how to handle this burrowing rat, and I wouldn't even have been able to manage that piece of lion rump earlier.

"This... it's done?" Chen Wanxing and Wang Chunhe looked at each other in disbelief, but they followed the instructions anyway.

Watching Tai Huang’s pained expression, Su Mu’s gaze remained exceptionally calm. What the other party said was true; with his current means and cultivation level, he could not inflict any real damage on Tai Huang. However, it wouldn't be bad to let him taste the power of the Death God Crystal. Only then would he be obedient.

The regulations stipulated that the Era Zana Company would only extract one percent of Zhang Yunze's NBA rookie contract salary as a commission each year. They would secure at least two endorsements for him annually and, based on his performance in the NBA, strive to obtain endorsement contracts with Pepsi or Coca-Cola.

The next day, the King Killer organization held a one-day "Strongman Games" at the Juneng Villa, divided into a potential group and a cultivation group.

Ximen Yu was also becoming agitated; if he could choose again, he would rather die than enter, but unfortunately, there was no turning back.

The submachine gun in his hand had been tossed to the ground; he gripped the steel flick-knife that had once accompanied him through countless battles.

Qiukui turned around. She had seen her before; she remembered her calling Junli "Uncle," and she remembered she had been injured, but nothing else came to mind.

In other words, if you were recommended without true talent, and it was discovered, the person who recommended you would also be implicated.

Zhao Yun and Tian Yu protected Gongsun Zan as they fled in a panic, traveling urgently until they found an abandoned hut at nightfall.

"...That's better." This was the truth. Regardless of whether this ending was what he truly desired, the melancholy had indeed faded away; even if he were asked to feel sad or dejected again, it seemed he no longer could.

With a "drip," a drop of blood fell onto Zhu Xia’s eyelid. Perhaps it wasn't just the physical sensation of the drop, but his eyelid actually twitched.

Chimei shuddered and promptly shut his mouth. Over the past two months, he had clearly tasted the power of Pan Hailong’s Divine Wood; it was his absolute nemesis! If he clashed with him, wouldn't he always be the one getting beaten?

"Who is it!" The young man was startled and immediately turned to look toward the source of the sound.

"Good! You asked for this!" The Spirit Demon’s face was hidden by his black robe; otherwise, Ye Ming would surely have seen an expression of extreme ugliness.

"Do you know what place this is?" Lin Dong slowed the car and asked Liu Qiang.

"Let's head down the mountain. I'll make sure you get a hot meal before dark!" Yu said with a wicked smile, intending no further explanation.

The precision instruments emitted a "beep, beep, beep..." sound. The heavy scent of disinfectant made Chu Qiao’s stomach tighten in sharp pain. She drew a breath, endured the ache, and looked through the glass window at her weak, emaciated father in the hospital bed.

Who didn't know her family ran a criminal underworld? Back in school, she was always accompanied by twelve bodyguards and chauffeured in BMWs and Mercedes. However, the miserly Cen Kexin thought this was a complete waste of time and money.

"Madam, let us go; Young Master Ying is waiting." Xi Ai whispered a reminder; she, too, did not know what secret Lin Ruoxue had stumbled upon.

The man they submitted to had become the Emperor. To them, there was nothing improper about their actions. On the contrary, everyone was brimming with high spirits.

Of the remaining two seats, one was next to Satan and the other on the side. Tantu insisted that Zhang Zhiyuan sit in the middle. After a brief refusal, Zhang Zhiyuan took the seat.

How she wished she had never done those things. If only none of it had ever happened, today’s tragic situation would not exist.

But just as Leng Shaochen was on the verge of exploding, those drivers who had cut him off and nearly caused a pile-up, blind and foolish, one by one, surrounded him.

Now that the person had been delivered to Ximen Zhe, he could no longer stay; he had to go find Daixiu immediately.

After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, Aotian recovered and headed straight toward the corpse of the Yamata no Orochi.

Among the fragmented memories, there was a blurry scene of her frantically tearing at her own clothes and then holding Zhou Yuan tightly.

She was very curious about how barbecue tasted, but when she saw others eating it, she knew she had to pretend she didn't care.

The next second, Yan Xi tugged at her suitcase even harder than before, not even lifting her head, as if all her attention was focused on the suitcase, just as it had been from the start.