Volume 1, Chapter 39: Er Gouzi's Heart-Wrenching Wails

"Open!" Xie Dongya shifted his focus, and the two cards in his hand changed simultaneously, unseen by anyone else. Or, to be precise, they were swapped. Although cheating was involved, he truly felt reluctant to let go of all that money.

Yun Ronghua was caught off guard by Li Qingmu's curious remark and froze for a moment. But when she caught the glint of amusement in his eyes, she realized she had been played.

Put yourself in their shoes: your commanding officer has gone missing, so what exactly have you three primary combatants been doing?

As the group of six flew over the dense forest and reached the canopy of red, blood-vine-covered trees, the vines entwined around the towering trunks rose into the air like hideous red snakes, baring their jagged fangs.

Wu Jiang didn't hesitate; he planted his toe on the ground, sliding through a puddle with a harsh splash, and tripped her with a graceful arc.

I heard from a classmate that Ye Feiyang lives here. I came to his place last time but couldn't get his number, so I came by today to see if I might be lucky enough to run into him.

But Gan Quan loved Li Ziting, and she wouldn't allow Zhao Mo to touch anything Li Ziting had used, stubbornly defending Li Ziting's importance in this household.

"Is this whisk very lethal to demons?" I asked, looking at Li Yi with concern. It seemed I couldn't let Taoist Lu bring this thing into Li Yi's presence again; it was too dangerous.

In the morning, sunlight streamed through the window, hitting the polished floor of Studio D and making it look exceptionally clean.

A cold aura immediately emanated from the Ming King, and the entire living room seemed to plummet in temperature due to his displeasure.

After speaking, Sun Dong whistled and walked straight into the bathroom; before long, the sound of rushing water began to echo.

However, upon seeing the night-suit she had changed out of, the murderous intent in Qiu Lingdie's eyes surged upward once again.

I have never witnessed Bai Jing's true capabilities, but they are certainly not weak; her disguise in the mortal realm was so perfect that even I could not see through it.

My body was first unimaginably hot, and then every organ, tissue, muscle, and inch of skin felt as if it were being torn apart; it went without saying that these leeches were likely tearing each other apart inside me.

Thousands of ghost soldiers were lost in an instant, thanks to the terrain and the Yellow Springs water's ability to devour souls. Anywhere else, such lethality would be impossible to achieve. Thus, while on the Yellow Springs, these ghost soldiers found it far too difficult to touch me, unless the Northern Emperor himself were to arrive.

These demons, formed from aggregated resentment, were inducing humans in various ways, treating people like livestock while they acted as the high-and-mighty shepherds, absorbing all their dark emotions to fuel their own monstrous growth.

She seemed to imply that I shouldn't be here, as if my mere presence would bring them disaster—was that why she was so desperate to send me away?

I hurriedly covered the bastard's mouth amidst the crowded, fanatical villagers, terrified that they would notice him.

He was a man of his word; he turned and left my house immediately, vanishing into the darkness. A few moments later, the barking of dogs from the village confirmed that he had truly gone far away.

His tone was extremely flat; Jiu'er couldn't gauge his current mood and could only walk over obediently.

Xu Huachun etched Xia Zhi's appearance into her memory, thinking that once her son was released, she might introduce them.

Each of them held a Tibetan saber, their techniques personally taught by the Boundless Dharma King and several trusted old Tibetan masters. Their sabers were much heavier than Persian blades; although each weighed over twenty pounds, they swung them as if they were as light as feathers.

Zhang Qiantuo brandished his iron spear to battle A'jiao, the weapon dancing like a monstrous dragon in his hands, coiling tightly around her. He was bent on capturing this beauty alive, and in the heat of the struggle, he could not help but be distracted.

Listening to Cui Zhiyuan's persistent questioning, Zhao Fangzhi could only sob loudly, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

The grand hall where the Daoist Supreme resided was filled with a constant roar. Countless alchemy furnaces were lined up, rumbling inside with raging fires, as if they were refining some special kind of elixir.

The rewards for this mission were simply too generous; the mere promise of reaching the Golden Immortal realm was enough to make Mu Chen yearn for it.

Once everything was ready, Ji Lian kowtowed three times heavily before Old Man Dong's grave. She did not weep, nor did she say a word, remaining as calm as the lake at the foot of the mountain.

Her heart tightened; she turned the matter of the Xiang family over in her mind, but it made no sense. It seemed she would have to wait; perhaps the Second Uncle and Ruyi would follow, and then she could ask them face-to-face.

At that moment, an indescribable sense of crisis suddenly appeared in Wang Hun's hero space. Wang Hun was horrified; his hands stopped mid-motion, and the Shadow of Destruction finally struck Elder Hua.

"No, someone has increased their control over him!" Song Ming's expression changed, and the God of Heroes instantly lashed back, his face turning deathly pale as if he had fallen suddenly ill.

However, Wu Sanniang and the others would, from time to time, stare at my face and Rena's. I touched my face and looked at Rena; sure enough, the flushed cheeks that follow such intimacy were hard to conceal.

"Qi Yu, what sinister scheme are you planning now?" Xiang Yu asked nonchalantly as he watched Yan Zhen, Qin Yan, and the others retreat into the swirling sandstorm.

Although he had dodged the path of fire, the intense, razor-sharp aura and the terrifying heat of the flames had already grazed Feng Wuyang.

Just then, cracks in space suddenly appeared in the sky out of nowhere. Under the pull of Tang Yi's blood-red mist, countless crimson, bewitching streams of blood-colored energy surged out from the rifts like a volcanic eruption, magnificent and imposing.