Volume 1, Chapter 59: Stirring Up Scandal

When she returned to the villa, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. The moment Zhou Xianyu stepped through the front door, she heard Panna Cotta's meow, and her eyes lit up.

Smiling, she lay down on the bed and opened WeChat Moments to find that many people had left comments and likes for him.

Trapped within the restricted space delineated by Sun Xiaoxiao, their strength was severely diminished. After all, under such relentless collisions, the damage they sustained was immense.

Such visible suspended particles, which gave the water a yellow tint, should theoretically be easily removed using any ordinary filter.

Knowing that Mu Ranran's mind was made up and that it was difficult to change, Li Chunmiao stopped opposing her and instead offered her sincere support.

Now that he had woken up, it was naturally crucial to carefully examine his changes to prevent any lingering aftereffects.

In particular, the items hidden inside Secret Vault Number Two and Secret Vault Number Three were things he had never even laid eyes on before. His overwhelming curiosity remained unsatisfied, leaving him feeling as restless and anxious as if his heart were being scratched by a kitten.

"Just standing in a standoff like this?" Two or three minutes had already passed, yet the moray eel simply gazed quietly at the three of them like a curious child.

The way she reached out to touch her high heels appeared particularly intriguing. Zhicheng not only caught sight of those slender, sexy heels, but through the cuff of her trousers, he also glimpsed her delicate, smooth, flesh-colored silk stockings.

The young eunuch had two strong men help Li Qiye to his feet, and then began to strike Li Qiye's body with punch after punch.

At first glance, it was enough to unsettle one's mind, making it feel as though a towering giant sword had materialized directly within one's consciousness, causing one to be defeated without even fighting.

Opposite them lay another expanse of starlight. The difference was that their formation was neat and orderly, arrayed in a square formation before the valley, standing in distant opposition to Xiao Meiniang. The warhorses beneath them occasionally neighed in impatience, seemingly displeased with their current confinement. They longed to gallop wildly—not for the lush grass of the valley, but to trample upon vibrant, living lives.

Among the legends of Master Liu's generation was an incomparably brilliant talent. Following Liu Piaoran, the supreme master of Mount Shushan, came this other peerless expert. It was not merely that his martial arts were exceptionally formidable, but rather that his mastery could be described as nothing short of miraculous. Truth be told, this peerless master had achieved his greatness relatively late in life.

The more he spoke, the angrier he grew, until in the end he was panting heavily, his throat rattling like a wheezing bellows.

After lowering his head to examine the terribly smudged photograph clearly, Peter used his fingertip to push it back across the table.

With that said, perhaps out of concern for a companion or perhaps purely out of common courtesy, Old Zhao parted with a final remark to Old Fu before hanging up the phone.

"Emperor, in my opinion, Gouchen's audacious dispatch of troops against the Heavenly Court is a complete tearing apart of all diplomatic pretense. We of the Northern Heaven must not sit idly by! We should take decisive action and deliver a thunderous strike to Gouchen's rear!" an elderly man with a white beard argued passionately and loudly within the imperial court.

After three rounds of drinks, the immortals made no deliberate effort to suppress the intoxication with their cultivation, and one by one, their steps grew somewhat unsteady.

The way the man held the tray with both hands did not look particularly comical, yet as Lan Xianshu watched, she found it somewhat strange—though precisely what was strange about it, she could not put into words.

"I think something is wrong," Li强 said, pointing to the road ahead as he signaled J to slow down the vehicle.

"Someone is causing trouble at Shizigang. Can we afford to shed blood?" Wu Changtian's gaze was profound as he looked toward the military camp in the distance. Shizigang was the stronghold of His Highness the Prince of Jin in Jiangnan, and it must not be lost under any circumstances.

"Mere pain could never affect this deity in the slightest!" At that moment, the colossal god felt excruciating pain not only in his physical body but deep within his soul as well. Yet, relying on his boundless divine power and the restorative properties of his divine throne, he showed no fear whatsoever and persisted in the battle.