Volume 1, Chapter 25: Using Up a Favorable Review Opportunity

The two of them completely missed breakfast. When the room door opened, Xu Qingning’s lips were an impossibly vivid red. She leaned against the wall, walking with slow, unsteady steps, casting a glare at her companion every few paces.

In contrast, although Pei Xi’s lips were also flushed, his gait was light, and the corners of his mouth were curled upward, happily accepting her visual attacks.

Xu Qingning could not fathom it; it was just kissing, so why were there so many variations? Especially with the unrestrained Pei Xi, who was stingy even with the time he gave her to breathe. If Pei Xi hadn’t felt that things would truly spiral out of control if he continued, and forced himself to stop, they likely wouldn't have even managed to leave the room today. But the kiss had lasted so long that the consequence was that Xu Qingning’s knees...

"You’re not as handsome as him! Dressing up so beautifully, do you have another date?" Wu Fangya asked with a smile.

The night was quiet all around. Perhaps because Mu Ling felt uneasy—a fear of the unknown—she slept very poorly. In her hazy slumber, Mu Ling seemed to hear someone calling her name.

Through the silhouette reflected on the door and window, one could vaguely see Qian Yeyi twisting a silk handkerchief in her hands.

Albert lowered her head and coughed violently. At that moment, a glass of fruit juice appeared at her side. She picked it up and took a large gulp, only then feeling the bread in her throat go down with the juice.

Shui Yiren thought to herself that her threshold for satisfaction was getting lower and lower. Just one look was enough to make her feel so content; it seemed this big, foolish ox was truly sent by heaven to tame her.

Shui Yishi chimed in from the side, holding half a bag of tofu, evidently also there to trade for it.

As for a true contest of power, given the strength of the Reincarnation Elder, it seemed he had no other opponents besides Long Mochi.

Among the students watching the battle below, the one huddled next to Mo Chen and Leng Yan ignored the term "Madam" that Mo Chen had used and spoke hurriedly.

Zhong Xingyue left the city gates. Asking for directions along the way drew many side-glances. By the time she reached the largest mass grave, nearly two hours had passed.

Unexpectedly, when Si Gu returned to the hospital room where Grandpa Sun lived with dinner, he found no one there.

"How are the casualties of the three sects? Did the cultivators of the three sects retreat safely?" Ye Feng asked with concern.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. The next second, I smiled and brushed the horsetail whisk against Tang Maru’s cheek, asking him.

After leaving his foster parents' home, Jing Rui drove to Splendid Coast. They had finished eating there, and the four of them headed straight to the karaoke room.

Hearing those words and thinking of the pregnant Gu Shiyun, Shen Zhiyi felt very disgruntled, yet she could not express it directly.

But now, Zhou Dongfei had a somewhat terrifying idea of "straddling two boats"—continuing to walk the old path of Duke Jinghu, while simultaneously referencing the path of Master Huijue. Never forgetting the mission of entering the world while transcending it, and keeping a transcendental heart while living in the world.

A moment later, the shrill screeching abruptly ceased. As Ye Feng looked at the Evil Fire Ascetic, the corner of his eye twitched involuntarily.

No words could describe the joy in his heart at this moment. He wanted to see her and tell her of his joy in person, so as soon as his aunt’s snacks were ready, he took them and headed straight for the Tang family.

In an instant, these Pure Lotus Divine Thunders were completely extinguished. The body of the demon youth was left mangled and horrific, and under the demon-repelling efficacy of the Pure Lotus Divine Thunder, his aura also weakened significantly.

For the first time, A-Tai had almost no power to fight back against Chu Tian, and he was defeated in less than ten moves.

His unique geographical location and the nomadic lifestyle meant he often had to ride a horse or walk. Not long after he arrived, he had already worn out four pairs of sneakers. The skin on both sides of his thighs was rubbed raw by the saddle, bloody and sticking to his pants, causing him pain every time he tried to undress.

"We are releasing Mao Mao back into the forest, right?" Qing'er asked again, failing to notice she was seeking his opinion.

"That... Marshal." Just as I was lost in thought, Yin Shuang, who was curled up in my arms, shifted with shy unease.

Gao Jingsong rubbed the other side of his sore, burning cheek hard, trying to see clearly the diagram the coach was holding. On the board, around the number representing his jersey, were all his teammates and their running routes.

Just like the tone he used during the palace massacre that day, Cheng urged me to go back with a melancholy and serious air.

There was no sign at the entrance or exit of the parking lot. Gao Jingsong couldn't make heads or tails of it, so he had to smile and nod.

Lu Zhao and I hurriedly supported Lu Tong, only to see his eyes remained vacant, devoid of any trace of a living soul.

I don’t know how much time had passed when Yue Hun woke from his slumber. It wasn’t a natural awakening, but pain that forced him to wake up.

My frail father had regained some of his former spirit. He took the initiative to ask about my current title—my current alias.

However, Wu Ping was currently troubled because his beloved subordinates had been coming to him daily to complain, and he didn't know how to resolve it.

The sky gradually darkened. People walked by from time to time, and every passerby gave Ye Juesheng a cruel smile.

Music suddenly erupted at the scene, and the members of TP and CK finally walked out from backstage.

At this moment, two giant rocs appeared. Naturally, they were Zhuang Wangu’s brothers and friends, the Golden-Winged Great Peng and the Peng Demon King. Only they possessed speeds far exceeding Zhuang Wangu’s and could arrive immediately upon hearing the news. No one else was fast enough.

With someone taking the lead, the court officials followed suit one after another. Even those who were reluctant dared not speak, fearing it would bring death upon themselves. Cheers of support echoed throughout the hall.

At this moment, Gao Yang knew that Ye Juesheng was his only hope. That speed was truly unparalleled; if he went to the Olympics, he might just bring home a 100-meter gold medal.

Subsequently, Fang Liyan assigned the tasks for the relocation one by one. Only at the very end did she begin to handle the issues regarding the product launch conference.

A-Dai was too heavy, and there were no suitable chairs, so he sat cross-legged on the rug, eating incessantly. His stomach seemed like it would never be full. Bai Moge and Hu Xiaotian chatted with the others until late at night. A-Jiu and Yang Tian left one after another to rest. Concubine Xi originally intended to take Soluo with her, but was kept behind by Xi Sa.

Bai Ba was a person who acted entirely on impulse. Feeling slighted, his anger flared. Then the silver-haired middle-aged man said, "White Bear, is this your full-strength strike? It is nothing more than this." With a flick of his finger, Bai Ba was sent flying backward.

"Hmph, truly, 'near vermilion, one gets stained red; near ink, one gets stained black.' The master is no good, and the pet only knows how to sneak attack!" Zhuo Qingchan glared at Ye Juesheng, indignant.

Xue Shisan let out a sharp shout. A seal within his body suddenly loosened, and a vast sea of clouds instantly condensed overhead.

Spring turned to winter, and time flew. Even if the one with great destiny was powerful, bearing an entire Great Thousand World, they still had to bow to time. Their cultivation faded day by day, and though they remained the strongest, news of the hero’s twilight inevitably spread, bringing an endless stream of nameless challengers.

"This person is strong! Stronger than that fat pig Huang Ting. If I were to encounter this person, I would certainly be defeated," Song Zheng sighed inwardly, quickly withdrawing his gaze to focus on the elder on the stage.