Volume 1, Chapter 44: What on earth were you doing running off to the docks? Who on earth is even down at the docks?

"Nothing will happen. He's my little follower now."

Su An was slightly puzzled, but thinking that the chubby fellow was actually not a bad sort as long as he didn't cause trouble, she didn't pursue the matter further.

Su Jinxia felt that enjoying a lively moment before leaving could be considered a proper way to bid farewell to this phase of her life.

As the bonfire gradually died down, the gathering came to an end.

Having expected to only manage a light sleep while sharing a room with a stranger, she was nonetheless woken up by someone.

Opening her eyes, she saw that it was already broad daylight. The walls and ceiling were covered completely with newspapers. The room was small yet cozy, and meticulously tidy everywhere. Having fallen asleep too late the previous night, she hadn't taken a close look, but seeing it now in the daylight, it truly felt warm and welcoming.

"Comrade..."

Moreover, being able to lead the team to such a thrilling and hearty victory even when Chen Long wasn't on the pitch was truly no easy feat.

Right now, the two of them looked quite evenly matched, but once they reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, it was possible that Zhang Yang would be able to condense a Golden Core, whereas Long Xiao might halt permanently at the peak of Foundation Establishment, unable to make any further breakthroughs even up to the moment of his death.

This was simply how pies fell from the sky, and the Italians had just picked up such a massive pie.

Meng Siyuan shuddered slightly, and Du Yuesheng quickly pulled his hand back, as he wasn't certain whether making another move would cause Meng Siyuan to collapse completely to the floor.

Facing that overwhelmingly powerful blade strike, the immortal merely sneered, and then delivered a single, devastating punch.

"I was careless. I actually let Lang Mu ambush me." Ji Yuchen reproached himself inwardly. Just now, he had been entirely focused on watching the fierce battle between Lu Kang and the flood dragon, completely forgetting that he hadn't altered his appearance, nearly falling victim to the tracking Lang Mu's assassination attempt.

"Brother Yuesheng, won't you come up with a solution!" That was invariably the very first sentence out of Yuan Shanbao's mouth whenever he laid eyes on Du Yuesheng. With a neighbor's business flourishing while his own enterprise attracted practically zero customers, anyone who hadn't experienced it firsthand could never imagine what kind of torment this was.

At that exact moment, Xiao Luo was naturally unaware that an old madman had set his sights on him. He knelt on one knee, his entire body immobilized, mustering every ounce of strength to drive the boiling primal energy within him back into his core pill, while simultaneously soothing the violent tremors across his muscle fibers caused by the intense exertion.

"If you lose, how about you call me Brother Luo just like Tian'er does?" Xiao Luo suddenly asked with a strange, crooked smile.

Thinking along these lines, Lu Chu felt much more at ease, and subsequently his curiosity toward this place was piqued anew. The Paranormal Affairs Bureau—it sounded rather formidable; could it possibly be an organization that managed individuals with supernatural abilities?

Unfortunately, Prince Jing had seized upon Miss Ye's vulnerability and left her with a remark: "Do you want me to come looking for you again?" This left Miss Ye with no choice but to agree, especially since the Third Young Master also wished to see Prince Jing.

The expression that had yet to fully fade from Nalan Lan'er's face stiffened slightly, but fortunately, Ye Wushuang had consumed some wine and was in an irritable frame of mind, so he failed to notice.

As for the matters she couldn't figure out, Princess Qianjiao simply stopped dwelling on them. After all, the person who currently had her eyes on Uncle Lu was Huashi; if Huashi truly insisted on having Uncle Lu and nobody else, she naturally had ways to make it happen.

He quietly concealed silver needles between his fingers, a sinister smile plastered across his face as he awaited the impending attack from this group.

The remaining imperial guards entered the room where Lin Jiangluo resided and conducted a meticulous, thorough search, only to discover that aside from the massive hole in the roof, there was not a single trace left behind.

Could it be that everything had turned out precisely as she had anticipated? Exactly as she desired? Or was there something else entirely? She couldn't help but speculate this way, having tried to gauge the situation based on Rongjie's temperament.

Tang Shaoyan was reluctant to dwell on it further. After stepping out of the hotel and preparing to board his sedan, he suddenly caught sight of an adult goods store adjacent to the building, prompting a sinister grin to spread across his face.

A ring from the 21st century, set not with a diamond, but with a thoroughly ordinary stone—even a random cobblestone from Rongyu's courtyard looked vastly superior to it.

Sarah Lina was caught in a particularly difficult dilemma. Tang Si's championship victory left her ecstatic, yet she held profound respect for Peternovich, and being Russian herself, she could deeply understand the mindset of the locals.

Hong Jian, however, suddenly recalled Shi Qingxiang, who had ventured toward the "Firmament" region and fallen completely silent. What connection could those six individuals possibly have with the murder of the grandmaster before them?

"Today is already our eleventh day entering the Tianyun Mountain Range, which means we've been hunting tier-three demonic beasts for a full seven days. Our teamwork is practically polished to perfection. Starting today, we will no longer travel horizontally; instead, we'll slowly press deeper inward," Fire Blaze announced upon seeing that everyone had finished packing their gear.

Visiting the Academy of Worthies was one thing; it could at least be explained as Monk Faling being recommended for a national post. But the real problem was... why on earth was Guo Ye traveling without his letter of recommendation?

What difficulty could there be in tampering with a mere bamboo slip? Ling Feiyan's intent to kill Ling Feiyang was already glaringly obvious. Although they belonged to the same clan, the relationship between the two was far from harmonious.

Of course, he remained oblivious to Lin Mu's true intentions, which were simply to select the practitioner with the highest cultivation level and defeat him, thereby sparing himself a tremendous amount of unnecessary trouble.

Should Old Ancestor Golden Blade perish, or escape severely wounded, Ling Feiyang and his companions might still find themselves facing certain death.

However, the medicinal pills Ling Feiyang was currently consuming were by no means those of dubious quality found within the Decapole Sect.

Ten nautical miles southwest of Canglan Wharf, a yacht lay motionless upon the ocean surface. Occasionally, sea gulls would fly past and perch on the deck, tilting their heads to gaze at the dozen or so corpses scattered across it.

"Very well, I won't stand on ceremony then. Thank you, Aunt Yao." Seeing Yao Niangzi speak in such a manner, Li Yuejie wasn't someone given to needless hesitation, so she readily accepted, paying two taels of silver. Kindness from others was simply something to be remembered in one's heart.

To be frank, regarding the sudden appearance of Li Mengxi, Yun Meng still felt somewhat dazed. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined that Li Mengxi would simply materialize before Qin Tian, and that Qin Tian would bring her straight to her without giving her a shred of mental preparation.

"The Brightness Hotel is safe. Tianjing is massive; it won't be that easy for them to find us," Zhong Yangyi said with an air of ease.

Since the previous few days had proceeded entirely according to the original plan, there was genuinely no need for last-minute adjustments, especially since the opponents' strength was unimpressive.

Before long, Zhou Yang ascended Zihua Mountain. After presenting his identity token and undergoing verification, he returned to the Zihua Martial Arts Hall.

Combining all these traits together, if applied to a person, one would inevitably evoke the old idioms about dressing a monkey in official robes or clothing barbarians in civilized attire.

Ever since the two children became disciples, they had assignments to complete every day. Fortunately, they possessed quiet dispositions and would invariably finish their work before resting.

Aside from school, from the provincial level down to the neighborhood committee office in Zheng Yi's hometown, every single record attested to the fact that he truly existed.

Humiliation—naked, unadulterated humiliation. With just a few brief sentences, Ji Yun had managed to offend practically the entire imperial court.

Amidst Götze's wide-eyed, staring gaze, having gained momentum through acceleration, Zheng Yi leaped high into the air, overpowering two Borussia Dortmund central defenders to head the ball.

"Your birthday? January first?" Cen Fu asked, his face a mask of astonishment as red veins flooded the whites of his eyes.

"Of course! From now on, I'm your cash cow! I'll shake myself desperately, and all the money that drops out will be yours!" Zhao Ruolei laughed as she gyrated her waist, beginning to dance the seaweed dance.

Controlling the Great Evil King with a flick of his hand, Yan Ran made the Sword of Immortality and the Sword of Demonic Arts vanish instantly; yet before the opponent could even react, both swords materialized once more.