Volume 1, Chapter 31: Likely Just a Tune

In that brief moment of distraction, Ling Yun was already upon her. With a flick of the Snow Shadow Sword in his hand, a chilling aura surged forth as he struck toward Zhou Qingyun.

Jiang Chen’s declaration rang out loudly, serving as a reminder to both Jiang Qian and everyone present.

I ran back to the village in high spirits. All three tasks were completed; surely, I would be rewarded with something decent? The three quest-giving NPCs beamed and showered me with praise, and the rewards they provided were indeed quite good.

"Because we have Lele, we don't need to spend money on hospitals, which has saved the family a lot," old Ke remarked.

How could someone capable of controlling the Elven race be anything but powerful? Besides, Delis alone was enough to walk unhindered through the Forest of Oblivion. Not to mention opening a restaurant in the City of Ice and Flame; even if she were to seize the entire city for herself, no one would dare utter a word of dissent.

"Dad, Mom, I know you didn't get much money when you sold the house, but you must have had significant savings before that, right?" my older brother asked.

Recalling the slaps he had received from Jiang Chen, Wang Yan’s heart burned with fury; he longed to skin Jiang Chen alive.

He pulled his hands upward, easily extracting the long spear. Numerous cracks appeared in the surrounding ice.

It is said that newcomers are welcomed while the old are forgotten, but with Qin Haoyu, the "old" were not to be trifled with, so his tone remained exceptionally gentle.

A flicker of madness flashed in the giant tiger’s eyes. I felt puzzled—what did it mean by making such a human-like expression?

That was the very last Empress consort; if Nalan Qingcheng truly had a connection to that sister, even he would be unable to stop what was to come.

In his view, having the Empress’s legitimate son inherit the Khanate not only adhered to long-standing rules but also prevented the infighting among his dozen other sons.

At this moment, the tattooed man who had been sent flying finally shook off his dizziness. He made a guttural sound, spat out blood-stained saliva, and clutched his swollen cheek, unable to speak, only able to emit pained whimpers.

Thinking of her grandfather, who might pass away at any moment, a wave of sorrow rose from the depths of her heart. Crystal-clear tears welled up in her beautiful eyes once more, streaming down her cheeks.

The two who emerged were peculiar in their attire and hairstyles, but that was not the point. What stood out was that the stranger’s pupils were much larger than an ordinary person’s, and his aura was so mysterious that it filled him with unease.

He had many things to protect—his grandfather, for instance, or Ye Rong'er—and he had to shoulder a great deal of pressure.

Especially after the successive departures of the Minister of War Li Banghua and the Regional Commander of Shanxi Zhen, Wang Guoliang—the men who had accepted his surrender—Erke Chuhuer's troops were transferred to the command of Zu Dashou, the Earl of Wuchuan, who would henceforth be stationed in Guihua. This left his heart feeling even more unsettled.

"Xiaoya, is what he says true?" Meng Xinghe turned his gaze toward Yi Xiaoya and asked in a deep voice.

Because once one is infected with this kind of corpse poison, it is nearly impossible to purge unless an Awakened one of the Saint-Yu lineage, like those of the Three Days, intervenes.

He possessed top-tier eloquence, a face thicker than a city wall, a foundation of knowledge spanning the various schools of philosophy and social strata, and a character that was both righteous and generous.

Her graceful figure was partially visible, and her garments had been torn in the battle, revealing snow-white skin. Jasmine, like a woman possessed, bared her two sharp fangs and bit a soldier to death.

It is said that the Mountain God was truly benevolent; every New Year's Eve, he would secretly provide food, clothing, and daily necessities to each village, though prayers for children or wealth rarely yielded clear results.

The most urgent task was to find every possible way to rapidly increase his "savings."

The man was quite strange; though one’s body and hair are gifts from one's parents, he had cropped his hair short, not even reaching his ears. Could it be that he had started to shave his head as a monk and regretted it halfway through?

He thought to himself, could Huangfu Ye already know something? Is that why he asked me that? Thinking this, he became even more anxious and, for a moment, dared not say another word.

"Dishes..." the straight-haired youth replied, somewhat dazed, repeating the keyword from the first reason.

The blade of the Female Guardian Sword in his palm shimmered with fluctuating light. The restrained killing intent concealed a hint of gentleness as it swept out from afar. The various Taoist sects were at odds, and once the facade was torn away, they would show no mercy.

Sure enough, before long, and before Chu Chen could even finish resting, sounds emanated from the ruins where dust danced in the air.

Under the infusion of power from the cultivation technique, the spirit sword was suddenly imbued with a mysterious power of time.

Lin Qingwan, in the midst of putting her shoes back on, paused. Her eyes grew sore, and tears nearly fell.

If she hadn't spent time around Yun Feiyang since entering university, she would have been one hundred percent certain that the handsome, sweet-voiced man in the video could not possibly be him.

But when she thought about the fact that she was leaving for the United States in just over ten days, Xia Tian’s face clouded with worry. A month ago, her father had successfully purchased all the shares of the Rockets.

"Hmph!" Tsunade glared coldly at Jiraiya. If not for the inappropriateness of the occasion, she would have punched him and sent him flying far, far away.

Indeed, under Feng Yuan’s guidance, Liu Yu had been the first to sense his internal energy. Later, he took a Marrow-Cleansing Pill, which improved his aptitude. Liu Yu’s level had long since surpassed that of most others.

She had also grown up in the palace, under the oppression of the Queen, yet in front of Baoyun, she still appeared so naive and sheltered.

That day, after the morning court session, Wei Jieyun deliberately lagged behind, waiting for Yu Mingjiang to approach. He gave a few dry coughs.

Years had passed, and even now, he still could not distinguish which was the older sister and which was the younger. The two sisters seemed to think it was a fun game; whenever asked, neither would ever say.

Upon hearing this, the three of them stared intently at the center of the coffin lid in the video. But one look left them all stunned.

Lin Qingwan smiled bitterly, for she and her sister looked exactly alike. Lu Fancheng looked at her, likely thinking of her sister again.