Volume 1, Chapter 43: What If You Ruin the Young Lady's Reputation?

The greeter spoke while quietly observing the two people's actions. Min Weixiu was taken aback—what kind of secret code was this?

The spiritual pearl had yet to be found, and Yin Shengtian's mood was abysmal. At the same time, he ordered his men to leave the village; he truly could not bear to stay in this place a moment longer. The mere sight of the village reminded him of the past, filling him with intense anguish.

Inside the Celestial Palace, the demon with bull horns on his head and the ugly-looking demon beside him frowned at the exact same time, for they discovered that the external array had been broken open.

Yiyi asked with concern. Although both studied medicine, Yiyi had only learned a bit of theoretical knowledge, which was nowhere near as extensive as what Qinghuan had studied privately. Moreover, Qinghuan had also mastered a considerable amount of traditional Chinese medicine.

Yet, as her "master," I would not lose my composure; I needed the poise of someone who had everything under control.

"Then we shall graciously accept." Shen Muchen pondered briefly before agreeing. Although this youth was bizarre, he was not entirely without trump cards; even if the youth harbored malicious intentions, he was still confident he could retreat unscathed.

The guard swung his blade downward, and Rong Yu's retainers rushed forward to meet them. Blade clashed against blade, sending forth blinding sparks. Xi Muliang pulled me backward in rapid succession, but guards were swarming behind us as well.

Suddenly, a tear slipped down Gong Yuxi's cheek. It was precisely this tear that jolted Ri Yuluo back to her senses, making her realize what she had been doing.

Afterward, nothing more happened. Everything seemed normal once again, and the corpse remained completely motionless.

The moment I opened my eyes, everything was hazy. Did I actually see a tiny foot, with a silver string tied around the ankle?

The surging fury in his chest and the ache in some corner of his heart stripped him of his usual tenderness. He muttered angry, breathless sounds, growing increasingly frantic.

Ye Da had truly never expected that a few bottles of primary health potions could play such a significant role here with Chu Ping.

However, throwing a little temper was fine, provided one knew when to stop. If it happened too often, things would take a turn for the worse.

Lu Zhe's strategy was crystal clear: if the opponent played high, Lu Zhe would back off; if they played low, he would inevitably respond with a two-space low pincer, depending on how many standard josekis awaited him here.

She half-jokingly dragged Huo Xizhou to try on wedding dresses, saying she would marry him the moment she graduated.

At this very moment, the might of the nuclear explosion had completely scorched Neo-Tokyo into barren ash, while its heat had been almost entirely absorbed by the dragon egg, leaving behind only a meager residue.

Huo Hechen's tone was extremely calm, but the suppressed fury within it was clearly the precursor to an impending storm.

Yet Murong knew that he had exposed all the filth within the official circles of Jiangnan, laying it out plainly and clearly for everyone to see.

During the mid-Tang dynasty, the identities of Daoist priests, nuns, and Buddhist monks were exceptionally esteemed. Official households accorded them polite and deferential treatment upon meeting them, and even the emperor dared not slight such individuals in public, lest he utterly lose the favor of the common people.

"Did you ever give him a chance to speak?" Wei Jianlang suppressed his anger, questioning with a placid exterior.

"What? Aren't you quite bothered by that past between me and him?" Qian Ruoruo raised an eyebrow and teased.

Wang Peng could not be bothered to bicker with her, so he simply responded with a cheerful laugh. Just as he was about to look for a seat, the door curtain fluttered, and Xu Meifang walked in, spotting Wang Peng and Li Baofa at a glance.

Just as he was shouting triumphantly, a blast of flame suddenly erupted on the left side of his body. Driven by the immense shockwave, Xiao Wanghou was sent hurtling more than ten meters away before coming to a halt. Kneeling on one knee, his mouth was filled with blood, the impact having clearly injured his internal organs.

The three of them shared a single heart and mind; if Li Youkui were to perish and his soul be scattered, the rest of them would likely fail to escape a grim fate either.

As they spoke, the group had already rushed to the hidden door at the rooftop access. Han Guang, leading the pack, suddenly delivered a heavy kick, yet the hidden door remained completely unfazed.

Nan Cang took two steps forward, but instantly came to a halt. Should he stop them? As the head of the Guixu Nan family, he ought to stop them; but as Liu Mo's grandfather, should he perhaps let Liu Mo leave?

Qiu Xiangdong had told Wang Peng earlier that what they signed was merely a framework agreement, and that he still needed to conduct further feasibility studies on the high-tech zone as well as confirm whether the software industry would genuinely be included in Dongjiang's new industrial restructuring plan.

Wang Peng made a comprehensive analysis of Solang's mindset in his mind, particularly examining the motivations behind his direct participation in the negotiations, concluding that it could not be simply attributed to Solang being shortsighted or tempted by the red envelope promised by the Lhasa merchants.

On the night of the signing, the Tianshui Municipal Government and China Construction Bank jointly hosted a banquet. Wang Peng dropped by midway through the banquet, and Feng Xiangming immediately invited him to have tea together later at the Radisson.

Bluebeard could no longer endure this rage; he abruptly hurled his goblet to the ground and shouted aloud.

"You won't like eating this, it's too dry. The sandwich has canned corned beef inside, and honestly, it's not delicious." Ron, having his sandwich snatched away unexpectedly, shook his head and said mournfully.

Just as Ming was wholeheartedly dealing with the iron chains, Zhanxie flew up before it on his own accord, a dark, flowing light condensing on his palm as he viciously struck its back.

Reaching out to undo the buttons on his shirt cuffs, he rolled up his sleeves and turned around, preparing to head out.

From now on, the members of the Ning family would no longer have any right to appear before Yan Naonao, nor would they have any right to claim they were her family.

Regardless of why he had failed to make a breakthrough and advance for so long, his combat record as the undisputed number one figure beneath the Divine Transformation realm—possessing the might to even cross realms and battle a Divine Transformation expert—was more than enough to prove that these past nine hundred-odd years had not been wasted in the slightest.