Volume 1, Chapter 56: It Will All End in Brutality
After autumn arrived, the winds blowing from the northern lands became exceptionally dry, and the sharp warnings of the night watchmen—"The air is dry and the vegetation parched, beware of candles and fire"—grew increasingly frequent.
Shopkeeper Liu tried to make trouble for Wang Qi a few more times, but she cleverly defused every attempt. Instead, he ended up with swollen toes that couldn't fit into his shoes, forcing him to shuffle along dragging his feet.
When Zhu Xiaozhi learned of this amusing episode, she laughed uncharitably for a good while and promised to provide Wang Qi with ten taels of silver as emotional compensation.
Once everything was ready, she colluded with Zhu Xuanzhi. The latter, having finally been roped into Zhu Xiaozhi's plotting scheme, was excitedly rubbing his hands and preparing for a major operation.
The appointed day finally arrived. She kept her composure and finished her routine...
After a brief chat, the incense offering finally concluded. Following another inspiring speech by Wu Shi'an, the filming officially began.
Du Xiaojuan had dealt with Liang Jingzhan a few times; the man truly had no intention of harming her, and the portrait served as powerful evidence.
She stood there, watching until the evening glow rose across the sky, yet she never uttered a single word urging An Ran to return.
Knowing that he did not believe her, Xu Qingyan offered no further explanation, secretly resolving in her heart to search diligently for sow's milk at the next village.
Aware of her parents' dwelling place, Li Xin hurried there impatiently. Gazing at the luxurious house, she bit her lower lip, feeling a sudden, inexplicable pang of homesickness as she approached her old home.
Although she had previously thought of assuming the identity of a master chef to satisfy her royal appetite, and incidentally slip some drugs to others or watch their clothes burst apart from muscle growth—
"You are only speaking of the present. What if you grow to like him in the future? If the two of you are mutually willing, wouldn't my position become even more awkward?" Zhao Bin felt a piercing heartache. In his heart, the moment Zhang Lupian came to like Baitian, he would have already lost everything.
She fetched a chair and pushed it toward Liang Jingzhan, then sat down herself, before pulling a stack of paper from her sleeve and shaking it out.
When a person who lacks the strength to even chicken-tie a bird walks deep into a pitch-black, fathomless forest and suddenly hears the roar of a fierce tiger, he becomes helpless and flees in panic, even if that roar merely comes from a tape recorder.
Liu Jixing felt no necessity to clothe himself in silk and satin every day, as a life of extravagant luxury brought few benefits. Therefore, Liu Jixing pursued the simplest lifestyle and a manner of living that avoided self-inflicted discomfort.
One must know that before Jiang Feng's arrival, he had already been cultivating within the magma. He had spent a full month practicing inside this sea of molten rock, enduring the corrosive force of the lava without a single moment of respite, solely attempting to leverage the fiery energy of the magma to break through his cultivation realm.
His cultivation had reached the peak of the Creation Realm, and he was merely a single strand of primordial purple qi away from achieving the Saint level.
A martial artist's life-or-death intuition told him that Jiang Feng possessed martial arts, and formidable ones at that, to the extent that he already posed a threat—which was why he was able to sense it.
In the past, Jiang Feng's self-esteem had been overly inflated, causing him to care too much about trivial matters while forgetting one fundamental point: so-called self-esteem is essentially derived from self-confidence.
He was not particularly concerned about the leakage of cultivation techniques. Having entered the Jiang family as an honored guest, he did not suspect Jiang Feng of harboring malicious intentions toward him. Moreover, if Jiang Feng wanted to harm him, he would not need to go to such elaborate lengths to heal his injuries.
The camera now focused on Chen. He merely watched the match on the field, while some jeers arose from the scene—not loud, yet clearly audible.
Hearing this, Xiao Yi felt a chill sweep through his heart. He glanced at the crisscrossing, bizarrely constructed subterranean cavern, waved the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow saber in his right hand to conjure ten thousand silver snakes, and simultaneously executed the Heaven-Splitting Divine Palm with his left hand. In an instant, amidst deafening consecutive roars and flying rubble, this breathtakingly beautiful underground cave was utterly unrecognizable.
Upon stepping into the inner hall, Wei Rui was greatly startled. Inside the hall sat a coffin, and across trestles lay a door-board, upon which rested the corpse of Yan Fei. Fan Yuncheng was kneeling before Yan Fei's remains, staring at him in utter silence.
This man turned out to be none other than Dong Jie, the Registrar of Liaocheng Prefecture. He was considered a person of some standing in Liaocheng, and though the return banquet on the second floor had only just begun, it was unclear why he had come downstairs so early.
When they reached the front of another grand hall, Kandelf's consciousness was clearly still lingering on what he had just witnessed, and Yixuan did not disturb him.
After a brief pause, he continued: "This poison is extremely potent. The physician I brought only touched his arm, and now his entire hand is so swollen it cannot recede."
"This person is truly exceptionally handsome; amidst such a crowd, he catches the eye instantly." An'an wagged her tail in agreement.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Mint apologized hurriedly again, and in her anxiety, she quickly used her hand to massage his eyes for him.
"Yubing, what on earth happened that day in His Imperial Majesty's chamber?" He hesitated for a moment before finally asking me.
"How is it? How is it? Is it delicious?" Xiaomin stared expectantly at Xu Feng's face and asked.
Speaking of Qian Changzuo, he was a truly remarkable figure. Hailing from Changshu, Jiangsu, he was a renowned modern Chinese aeronautical engineer, one of the seven council members of the World Aviation Association, and a major founder of China's aviation industry during the Republican era.
Chen Xiuyuan forced his body to return and wash up, then directly called the servants to clean the gymnasium before returning straight to his room to sleep.
Daniel, who had been rudely pushed away, was stunned for a moment before immediately snapping back to his senses. The fury in his eyes burned even more fiercely: "What? He can kiss you, but I can't? It's not like I didn't see you resisting him earlier; why do you suddenly have the strength to fight back now?" His near-roaring bellow almost startled the spring waters in the pond.
Chen Xiuyuan had no wish to deal a heavy blow to Karot. Furthermore, as Chen Xiuyuan's very first servant, Karot's character was well known to him, and he still held a great deal of confidence in him.
"Everyone, the reason I have gathered you here is on account of a major event. Thank you all for gracing us with your presence." Guo Jing looked out at the crowd, vaguely recalling the past when all these people had supported him.
As the ghost giant let out a series of unwilling roars, Taihuang, who was controlling Sumu's body, did not give the opponent the slightest chance. He drove the Heaven-Swallowing Art and sucked fiercely; the ghost giant's body scattered like dust blown by the wind, slowly dissipating into nothingness.
In this Qingqiu City, two travel-worn figures had also arrived. The difference, however, was that they were in the fourth inner circle of the city; anyone able to enter or leave the fourth inner circle was undoubtedly a member of the demon race possessing rich bloodlines and a noble lineage.
To be completely safe, they needed only to trigger the first three rules! To draft Zhang Yunze in advance! Even if it meant delaying his entry into the NBA by a year, it was still better than having him snatched away by someone else.