Volume One, Chapter 30: It Was Only a Political Marriage

A figure resembling a corpse, yet towering in stature, emanated waves of putrid stench.

The driver, however, showed no intention of stopping; he seemed to turn a blind eye to the beautiful village.

Xu Anmo did not catch what she said, for Hua Ling'er had already opened the car door, stepped out, and was waving at him.

A fair-skinned beauty appeared, her features as exquisite as a painting, fresh and delicate, walking with grace as if lotus flowers bloomed at every step.

This was a dim space, a color palette that appeared frequently in the games of Paradise, signifying obscurity and danger.

Driving home like a walking corpse, Xu Anmo hid in his house for the next few days. He neither went to school nor anywhere else, and barely ate a thing.

Mulan did not doubt the sheer force of this monster. Seeing how it had sent the iron gate at the entrance flying with just a few impacts, it was evident that its raw strength surpassed even that of Alice the giant bear. It was simply not something Mulan could withstand.

Yet, facing this infant monster, which relied primarily on physical combat, Lu Xun had fewer concerns. His agility attribute of 26 points allowed him to track the creature's movements with ease, and his sharp Soul-Reaping Scythe was more than capable of harming any enemy appearing in a B-rank game.

This was what Zhuzi Liu had told Jiang Yunji, described in such detail and with such sincerity that it was as if he had been there himself.

"I can't shoot this scene today, Jack!" Unable to shake off the loose powder on her feet, she angrily kicked them off and threw them hard against the vanity.

For instance: you hold a Nine of Pentacles, while your opponent holds a Three of Swords. Even though your value is higher than your opponent's, their sword suppresses your pentacles, so you are destined to lose.

However, this method was not very effective; when the flu season arrived, most students still could not resist it.

The next moment, under the gaze of the crowd, Cai Xu closed his eyes, his consciousness focusing inward upon his own mind.

"Victory in the War of Resistance is certain." Ming Fan’s lips curled slightly as he reached out to Wang Tianfeng. "Teacher, we will face much more in the future. May we all live long, and may the flames of war fade soon."

Su Jun learned that the continent of Oranka was divided into stages of Super Magic, High Magic, Medium Magic, Low Magic, and No Magic—the "magic" referring to the density of the continent's energy.

Guan Yunshan was different. He was straightforward and hot-tempered; he feared nothing and excelled at offending people. Thus, while he felt some doubt regarding the transaction method proposed by Guan Hongda, it was only doubt, not fear. Guan Yunshan had never truly feared anything.

He picked me up in his arms. Though he was clearly reluctant, there was nothing I could do given my injured foot. I just wanted to go back and rest; once the interview was over tomorrow, it would be best if we never saw each other again.

"Get down!" His gaze was devoid of emotion, his cold and rigid features beautiful yet dangerous and wicked. A chill radiated from his very bones, making one want to retreat three paces.

"Hello, Zhang Meng?" Lin Di finally answered the phone. In his memories, Zhang Meng was not the type of person to be unreliable. If someone was willing to lend him money during such a difficult time, how bad could they be? Lin Di trusted the judgment of the original owner from the past twenty years.

In the end, Su Jun... did not walk out of the portal. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he had collapsed from utter exhaustion.

Ren Yangzhou grew uncharacteristically serious. Without knowing where his subordinates came from, he simply waved his hand, and someone immediately stepped forward to restrain Song Meiyu and Xu Hai.

One cannot speak too definitively; people's hearts are their own, and she could not fathom what others might be thinking, so it was better to keep an ace up her sleeve.

After graduation, he was likely to become a prosecutor, a judge, or a lawyer.

A man who had once commanded the winds and clouds would, in his old age, do nothing more than sit on a rattan chair, holding a folding fan, on the green grass, watching his children and grandchildren laugh and play at his feet.

She felt Gu Yuheng’s fingers tighten slightly as he held hers, but he was restrained, fearful of waking her, and released his grip almost immediately.

Under normal circumstances, Ma Xiufeng would have had a word with Liu Neng about who was truly the master of the Liu household.

Just moments ago, when Xu Ran used him as a tool to establish his authority, Lu Hantao had merely trembled in fear.

However, Kim Jae-long was no architect; he did not know how to turn a house into something that could be synonymous with a luxury mansion.

At that moment, it felt as though the sand beneath my feet had lost its foundation, floating suspended in the sea. As a wave rolled over, I was swept away, leaving only emptiness beneath my feet, effectively plunging me straight into the ocean.

Now, all his divine artifacts had to remain unused to avoid revealing his identity. He held a Fire Dragon Whip, a magical tool he had obtained from the Well of Gods and Demons, the origins of which no one could guess.

A force even more vast than before rose up. Within the ancient totem world, mountains and rivers manifested; golden mountain ranges spanned the void, seeking to suppress the land.

"If you want us to go to war, you must cover the expenses! The Royal Navy’s budget has been extremely tight this year, and we have begun to economize—every penny must be used where it counts."

Though it looked like a needle, it relied on spiritual energy. The moment he struck, the needle-like manifestation formed by spiritual energy remained within the acupuncture point, continuously stimulating it.

Even with scripts written by Luo Yuan, the filming process was sometimes overturned—whether by a director's sudden flash of inspiration or a suggestion from an actor. In short, as long as it was good for the film, Luo Yuan was always willing to accept it with an open mind.