Volume One, Chapter 35: You Little Rascal, You Ran Rings Around Me

The surroundings fell silent. A group of inmates gathered around the man who had started the trouble, eager to teach this insolent young man a lesson.

Everyone was overjoyed, their faces wreathed in smiles; as long as Li Ya was safe, An Ran also breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if she wasn't her biological daughter, she had slaved away for her for so many years—why was she still unwilling to let her go?

Behind them in line stood a middle-aged couple. Ignoring Jian Fei's words, Nan Yi consciously pushed the cart aside to clear the way, letting them check out first.

Night had just fallen, and the atmosphere in Fushan City changed, shifting from its previous oppressive state to one of grim, murderous intent.

His expression was dull and vacant, yet his eyes held a trace of profound anxiety. He was under immense mental stress, appearing capable of doing something out of control at any moment.

Upon hearing Xu Qingmo say she wanted to take things home, Mu Yichen wouldn't have it. They had only just reunited after being apart for days, and she was already talking about leaving!

These attackers before them were likely the Blood-Clad Pavilion’s final trump card. Truth be told, this card was unexpected, yet entirely within reason.

Meng Yubing had already planned everything out; otherwise, she wouldn't have let Lin Wanyu take over. After all, she didn't want Lin Wanyu to fail under her watch.

"Meet the rainbow! Meet good luck!" Wen Siyu said, pulling Si Yihang along without waiting for an answer, dragging him outside.

He crouched before the dead child, only then noticing that because of his words, the dead child was shedding a trail of crimson, bloody tears.

This meant that Shi Xian must have met with trouble as well; even if he hadn't fallen yet, his current situation was surely dire.

The Flame Emperor looked toward the palace with concern, wanting to rush inside several times, but the palace maids quickly held him back.

Mount Longhu was renowned among the righteous sects for its prowess in subduing demons and ghosts. It is said that in the Tang Dynasty, the hundred and eight warriors of the Water Margin—the earthly and heavenly star-demons—were suppressed by the Great Celestial Master Zhang, also known as Daoist Dongxuan, and locked away in the Demon-Subduing Hall, only to be released later when Hong Xin arrived.

At the time, Mu Nuo was so preoccupied with the dying She Hua that she lacked the energy to think clearly, to the extent that she forgot to leave a message for Wei Chi Jing.

After a while, I found myself standing by the Yin Pass Bridge, with a person standing at the other end with their back to me.

No sooner had they flown a short distance than a tall, black figure appeared at the spot where Chen Nan had been standing—it was the demon slave under Chen Nan's command.

The inner core is the foundation of a demon beast; even if it is a holy beast, it cannot escape this constraint.

To the southwest lay a deserted vegetable patch, enclosed by a low wall. The rock that Ba Jun pointed to was blocking the patch's gate.

In years past, there were those who attempted to usurp the throne. However, during the sacrificial ceremony, just as they reached the final nine steps, the clear, sunny sky would suddenly whip up a gale so fierce it would blow the new monarch—who possessed no small amount of cultivation—straight from the height of nine hundred and ninety steps all the way to the bottom.

The boy placed his slender fingers on my wrist. The air went silent, and everything around us seemed to freeze; all I could hear was my own slightly rapid breathing.

"Oh, come on, Tall Guy. It's a fine name, we're all used to it. Just accept it! Haha!" Liu Xiong and A Feng teased.

People come and go, laughing and crying, and a lifetime passes; the sun rises and sets, flowers bloom and wither, and another season turns. Time constantly steals a person's youth, but fortunately, in such a short span, one learns how to respect one's own life and learns how to resolutely do things one will not regret.

"Huh? What's wrong with Senior Brother? He was speaking normally just a moment ago, but now he seems so emotionally unstable. Could that strange beast be using soul attacks, and he is currently locked in battle with it?" Shen Yang wondered to himself.

"Exactly! But it's not about ignoring Zu Mao on Jinlan Mountain; it's about deceiving him for two days, then finding an opportunity to devour him! Even if we can't take the fortress of Liu'an City, the passage to Jinlan Mountain will be open to us!" Xi Zhicai said.

How many of those so-called international superstars in Hollywood have ever been recognized by the three major European film festivals, let alone won two acting awards individually?

However, this added scene wasn't originally this complex. Once on set, Song Zheng changed his mind on a whim. He didn't want the scene to be too bland, as that wouldn't show Song Jinming's inner conflict and struggle, so he improvised an additional scene of him squatting on a coal pile, smoking.

What surprised Ye Fan was that before he could even see Yue Meng, he heard news of another father-in-law first.

For a moment, Yang Dawei wanted to make the call and ask. But in the end, he held back.

Han Fu dispatched troops this time, first assisting Yuan Shao with twenty thousand men, only to realize he had no great generals under his command. He hurriedly conscripted warriors, but where could he find a commander on such short notice?

"Sister, why not go in and offer some guidance? If there's anything lacking, we can correct it early." Shao Linglong walked out from inside.

Just a moment ago you were adamant that you knew them, that they were the villains you spoke of, yet now they are just someone who looks like a friend?

Because the Master of Tongtian had been missing for three hundred years, he could not use any divine ability or Daoist art to locate his exact position.

By now, Han Fu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Liu He alone was enough to overwhelm him; if Gongsun Zan sent troops as well, Jizhou would certainly be lost. He was now beset by enemies on all sides.

Sui Gu was shocked to see Yu Du appear. Before he could react, Yu Du stabbed a blade into his abdomen, the tip piercing through his back as blood gushed out.

To think that a loyal AI war god robot would destroy her simply out of fear that she might rebel—it truly leaves one speechless.

As it turned out, while on the road, after hearing Xu Fanle put it that way, they all found themselves inadvertently drawn in.

Before Suli could turn back, Liu He swept his spear, striking him in the ribs with a bang. Suli let out a muffled groan and was knocked from his horse; before he could even roll on the ground, the personal guards rushed up and took him captive.

Ignoring the Ghost King's wailing, Ghost Nine figured that since he had returned to Fengdu City, he should pay a visit to his master out of respect, so he headed to the Ghost Palace.

Seeing the Qile Workshop warriors again, his feelings were complicated. He had once wanted to be a good warrior, but after witnessing the backstabbing and intrigue of those people, he had marginalized himself, content only to drift through life.