Volume 1, Chapter 63: I Made Myself Perfectly Clear to You That Day

Hearing Xie Chengzhu's words, Xie Ruyue, who was trapped at the doorway, was completely stunned.
She never expected that her second brother could be so ruthless for that woman's sake.
That was burning charcoal!
If poured down from the head, even if one were fortunate enough to survive, they would certainly be crippled!
Crouching on the ground, Hongxiu raised her head in terror, scrambling and crawling in an attempt to escape.
Two servant boys hurriedly pinned her down, forcing Hongxiu to kneel on the ground, unable to move.
Quick-witted in the crisis, Feng Qingwu decided to feign a confession first. Once out of this place, she could fabricate the excuse that Yan Ning framed her out of romantic jealousy, while the leader of the Xianyue Sect went so far as to splash dirty water on her just to shield his beloved disciple.
Ever since following the masked master, whenever anyone asked me why I wanted to become strong, my answer was always "to no longer endure the tragic scene of my town being massacred." But today, Ruolin's words left me somewhat bewildered for a moment.
Mu Lianrong's crying grew louder and louder. Mu Yufeng had a ominous prehension; could something have happened to Qing'er?
As soon as Liu Dao got out of the cart, he heard the bald boss's shouts, and then saw his battered state, hanging on by a thread.
Watching Yu Gaang collapse to the ground with a torrent of nosebleeds, Wei Changpan could not find any words to comfort him. What Yu Gaang spoke was the truth, and Liu Ziyi's remarks left him with no room for refutation.
The bridal wine was swallowed, the acacia bells chimed melodiously, and within the red silk bed curtains, the ill-fated mandarin ducks embraced, pouring out their innermost thoughts to one another.
Su Bai reacted with keen agility, raising his left hand just in time to directly grab the incoming long spear before it could strike him.
Whenever he dreamt of his aging father at home, no matter how deeply he slept, Xiang Tiancheng would always wake up slowly, wipe away the tear stains lingering on his face from the dream, and secretly scold himself for being so lacking in sense. During these days, he had constantly looked for an opportunity to send a letter home, yet the raging fires of war made everything inconvenient.
After finishing those towering tentacles, they desperately pulled the God Star Fortress closer to the planet Promethean, attempting to swallow and fuse with it entirely.
It was nothing unusual for people from wealthy households to have parents over the age of seventy or eighty, but for the common folk in poverty, their bodies were already riddled with wear and tear by their youth. Reluctant to spend money on medical treatment for their ailments, the cumulative effects of hard labor and coarse food meant that simply surviving past sixty was a blessing accumulated from a past life, thus granting them such longevity.
She was unable to care for Langlang now either, and even the tasks Jiang月晴 (Yueqing) had entrusted to her could no longer be handled properly.
"Die." Having thrown out a single word, the enemy wielding dual double-edged blades swept past Qiao Lenghhan's back right after hurling her darting weapons at her.
Fortunately, Chen Ergou possessed decent stats; under a defensive stance, he did not fall amidst Liu Tuo's berserk onslaught.
Baochun curled her lips in secret, having no idea what to say about him. While he wasn't lacking in excellence, he could hardly be described as healthy—his psychological state was clearly flawed.
The fiasco regarding the abdication from the imperial bidding competition was already heartbreaking enough, and now this happened... Could Sister Mo never simply have a proper man to love her?
Returning home in Lin Qiming's car, the two gluttons, Fatty and Zhou liyao, had already arrived upon hearing the news.
Singed by Wang Fan's crimson flames, those vanguard soldier-insects immediately let out successive, shrill shrieks of agony.
Wang Fan's mage tower was naturally no exception, and the Spirit of Winter was the tower spirit of his abode.
Tianya let out a great cry: "Go to hell!" Then, bending his knees backward to evade the centipede monster's charge, he slid beneath its neck and delivered a fierce stab that struck right into the creature's throat.
The two of them sought out a steep upward path and climbed it. Successfully reaching the summit, they discovered that there was no one here at all. It was a place sparse in vegetation, dominated instead by hard rocks. To their surprise, a cave entrance lay wide open before them. They had never imagined that such a deep, dark abyss would exist at this lofty height.
He was an atheist. Though he had thought he saw ghosts a few times before—especially during the haunted dormitory incident—those could all be attributed to human actions in the end. And this time, without a doubt, it was definitely done by human hands.