Eight-Delicacy Tofu

They did not trust Ye Zhusheng, nor did they have any idea how much certainty his so-called plan actually held.

His heart skipped a beat as he met Ji Yanmo’s gaze, only to find eyes that were entirely ordinary, as if the chill he had felt just moments before were merely a trick of his imagination.

After he left, Yun Chi attempted to channel spiritual energy toward the barrier, only to discover that it was exceptionally sturdy, effectively blocking both divine sense and the transmission of spiritual energy; it seemed that breaking through it would be no easy task.

As Ruan Meng and Zhang Liang walked inside, they saw students wearing the emblem of the King’s Academy organizing order and explaining basic procedures to others.

Hu Hu naturally assumed that Prajna was merely feeling troubled due to the incident they had just resolved.

Mu Hong, moreover, harbored deep-seated hatred for Ye Zhusheng. Even if he had the chance to seek out Zhuo Qingchan, Mu Hong would certainly scream at the top of her lungs upon seeing him—that was a certainty that went without saying.

When Bogang pulled out his combat knife, he noticed a few specks of carbon ash from burning wood clinging to the serrated edge on the back of the blade.

In truth, Chu Xiangsi was gnashing her teeth in fury. She cursed inwardly, "Damn it, his expression just now clearly meant he wanted to kiss her; this guy was just teasing her!"

The cultivator surnamed Liao collapsed to the ground. Wu Han was seized with terror, realizing that the tide had turned and that his life would be forfeit if he did not flee immediately. He hurriedly hurled a thunderbolt bead at Yun Chi and turned to escape.

"Damn it, it looked so close, yet it made me walk so far!" Lin Yuheng stopped to catch his breath.

Even if the reasoning was clear, the emotional rift remained. For the entire day, he did not seek out his brother, Yuan Siyu, nor did he offer a single word of greeting.

Because each side harbored their own selfish motives, they grew increasingly estranged, eventually leading to open conflict and, subsequently, years of cold silence.

"Is the purchase contract between our company and the building materials firm still available?" Qin Muyao pondered, trying to find a way forward from that angle.

"Who goes there!" Following a rustling sound, five or six Konoha ninja flew down from all directions, surrounding the four of them.

"Are you out of your mind? Using two ninth-grade materials and one saint-grade material to complement the seventh-grade Black Crow King feathers—this is no joke!" Old Niu glared with eyes as round as bells, nearly tempted to hoist the listless, stubble-faced, disheveled middle-aged man into the air and choke him.

"There is no one in the house, but have you considered the cellar?" I said with a solemn expression.

However, at a time like this, he had no choice but to rely on his willpower and force himself to hold on.

I dare say my update frequency is higher than most authors, so my conscience is clear.

Since Jiang Shanying joined the company, no subordinate had ever stepped into her office, and yet Qin Mo had assigned her such a terrifying task.

To be honest, had Master Danyi not seen Ji Bietian’s peculiar expression earlier, as if he had something to say, he might have given up on persuading his five junior brothers to accept the idea of taking the male infant into Cuixia.

Those attacking them were, of course, the idle Jason Michael and the many men he led.

"Ask away," Shen Xiaoran said, kissing her lightly on the cheek and pulling her close to sit on his bed in the guest room.

The flames of the sacred fire, manifested from Ye Xuan's true self within his brow's Niwan palace, surged by several millimeters at that moment. Sighing, he walked up to Feng Bòhou, who had completely abandoned resistance, pressed his right hand against the man's crown, and prepared to unleash his internal energy to strike him dead.

"Is that you, Songxian?" Gong Jicheng did not look at his own son, his attention fixed entirely on Han Songxian.

Yet, it was precisely this ambiguous behavior that led the young woman to mistakenly believe Li Zehui was Su Yue, causing her attitude toward him to change instantly.

"Even if your body were fully recovered and your strength increased tenfold, you could never be a match for a Nascent Soul expert," the Nascent Soul expert from the Saint Sun Kingdom sneered dismissively.

However, the neighbors told me that at noon, your great-grandmother would make lunch, featuring white flour steamed buns, often with deep-fried meatballs, dumplings, or a few catties of stewed meat. They were all blood relatives who would gather enthusiastically for a hearty meal at midday. Even when I wasn’t home, there was always someone to cook.

Xiangxiang’s words stirred Jin Zhuo’er’s anxiety. She said, "You keep watch outside; I’ll go in and take another look." No sooner had the words left her lips than her lupine body dove into the water. A piercing, bone-chilling cold seeped into the alpha wolf’s hide and marrow. She gritted her teeth, refusing to be swayed.

Although Changsun Chong did not address Li Tai as his lord, he had long since acknowledged Li Tai as such. Furthermore, in the vassal options for Li Tai, the vassal card color remained green.

After the defeat at Niu Dao Mountain, the Pirate Dragon Heavenly King knew that the Tang imperial army and the pilgrims would soon descend upon Pirate Dragon Mountain. This was the battle that would determine the fate of the Southwest Theater, and for this reason, the Pirate Dragon Heavenly King personally led two hundred thousand dragon-beast demons on the demon mountain, ready for the final showdown against the imperial forces.

"Yes, we certainly managed it. First, take a look at this." Huang Jinli spoke in fluent Chinese, producing a newspaper he had prepared well in advance.

On the bed, Si Lin opened his eyes, a flicker of light flashing within them. His form moved, appearing directly before the five, and as he felt the torrential power within his body, a look of immense joy spread across his face.

Dugu Shuqin suddenly felt a sense of chaos in her heart and could not help but shout at Kuroki Hiroto.

Because Lu Mixue was flying in the air, she could not sense the danger! But Zixiang was standing firmly on the battle stage! The experience was entirely different! Yet, the moment Lu Mixue attacked, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky, sealing her firmly within.

"Oh, just give it a rest; none of this seems to mean anything to you!" Qingxing pouted, drawing out the end of her sentence to express her dissatisfaction.

Missing his first strike, Li Junchen unleashed another move. Twisting his body, he unhesitatingly launched a series of continuous haymakers with both hands. Liu Zimeng leaped into the air, kicking away the opponent’s rain of lethal blows.

Huan Qingyue, situated within the Realm of Sentimental Love, discovered that the Seven Emotions Red Dust Cauldron showed signs of betrayal. This infuriated him; the cauldron was left by his master to assist him in attaining godhood. Now that it was showing goodwill toward someone other than himself, how could Huan Qingyue possibly tolerate it?

Time passed unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for everyone to return. Fortunately, they had successfully seen the students onto the train.