Volume 1, Chapter 39: My Lady Is Especially Beautiful Tonight

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Yet, when a third party openly mocked her with such humiliation, she realized her heart was simply too fragile to bear it.

Li Xiang could only lie on the bed, lifting his right arm slightly. It seemed to be the only part of his body he could move, though his fingers were wrapped in gauze; he figured he must have scratched them on bone shards when he gouged the vicious dog’s eyes with such force.

Su Zheng hurriedly channeled his power, manifesting a spherical light barrier to shroud himself. As the waves of blood crashed, he moved his body toward the giant’s abdomen.

Xue Lian did not know them well—she did not even know their names—yet for the balance of the myriad worlds, she was willing to sacrifice her life just to protect them.

Since someone had issued a challenge, Su Zheng could not avoid it, nor was he allowed to, so he had no choice but to step onto the stage.

As he spoke, Lin Yuming freed a hand to pat Kang Fengzhi’s leg, which made Kang Fengzhi burst into laughter.

An inexplicable sorrow spread within his heart. For the first time, he watched his closest kin close their eyes right before him.

When he was in school, a wealthy classmate had told him that these powerful families were rife with chaotic, dirty, and unspeakable secrets. Could he really believe that Old Master Liu, who had weathered half a century of the Republic’s storms, would treat him with sincerity? If he ended up being the scapegoat or taking a bullet one day, he would only have himself to blame.

This was merely the beginning. Next, purple light swirled around Feng Wuji’s body, and his bones began to emit a crunching sound—they were shattering.

This pathetic display made it seem as if she, Han Jiangxue, had helped Ye Zhenzhen, only for the other party to be ungrateful and then target her at every turn.

"No need, no need. I trust in the Supreme Celestial Master’s strength; I’ll just watch the excitement here," Cong Xi said to the shopkeeper with a cheeky grin.

She hadn’t even settled scores with Han Jiangxue yet, and now the woman had staged this whole performance herself. Now that she was about to be exposed, she was feigning grievance and playing the magnanimous one in front of her.

"It’s fine. If the program requires it, I can do it over from the start," she said, feeling a bit guilty, as she had only known who it was because of the system’s prompt.

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Hearing Xie Qingzhou’s voice again, though it was infuriating, Ren Jinjin felt it sounded like music to her ears at this moment.

Even low-level cultivators could live much longer than ordinary people, and thus they often witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties.

The group had lunch at the manor. After the meal, Ye Zhenzhen received a call from Dong Yan, asking if she could bring Shen Yibo back to Jiangcheng so they could take him to the film set together when she went to Ancheng the next day.

She leaned against the wall with one hand while clutching the Wushuang Sword with the other. As she turned her head, she saw the lotus flower she had just been pressing against as blood flowed over it in circles.

As he spoke, he raised his head to shine the miner’s lamp upward. Sure enough, by the light, we immediately spotted a stone platform protruding from the cliff wall four or five meters above us; the tomb gate must have been there.

We walked up the mountain path, but there was nothing there save for the silent darkness and the pale tombstones.

"Hey, Wang Yong, wait, where are you going?" Seeing me turn to leave, Lin Qinghan hurriedly ran up and grabbed my clothes.

Everyone’s faces turned deathly pale. The entire room was filled with Datian’s screams and the nauseating scent of blood.

Yuhui’s words suddenly became hesitant. I didn’t know what she had hidden on the hard drive, but seeing her struggle to speak, I guessed at least part of it.

Seeing that Ning Lezhen had no intention of arguing with him, Ye Chen spoke with great interest.

Just moments ago, Nie Yongfeng had personally come to the office of the official with the square face to demand the release of the prisoner. At first, the official had been in a difficult position.

Previously, Zhou Yuan had been in seclusion for a thousand years, not only mastering his cultivation but also gaining deeper insights into humanity.

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In the middle of the film, Zuo Songxing tried to secretly hide some money to take with him, but the bodyguards saw it all, leading to several comedic scenes that made the audience in the theater laugh out loud.

When they realized they had fled from the pursuit of the Qingchuan Immortal Sect only to end up in the sect’s very lair, many Martial Sovereigns likely felt nothing but despair.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Crown Prince’s Eastern Palace secret guards and the Duke’s men are still at a stalemate. It is estimated that neither side will gain the upper hand for a while, but..." Li Jin stopped there.

These dozen or so divine beasts looked somewhat like monkeys, but they were covered in beautiful golden fur and possessed extremely sharp claws, making them appear quite ferocious.

Clearly, the Soviet Union was furious at Vietnam’s treacherous behavior and began to treat it as a stranger. Although they did not publicly condemn them to save face and avoid being a laughingstock to the United States, and still maintained a nominal alliance, it was unlikely that the Soviet Union would ever go out of its way to defend Vietnam again.

Late at night, as the moonlight spilled down, the group gathered on the peak to watch. The imperial army had already set up camp ten miles down the mountain. Seeing the various troop movements converging from all directions, and calculating based on their formation, there were about fifty thousand soldiers. That Zhang Fangmeng was merely the vanguard; the Jiangyi army was the true main force surrounding the mountain.

The Taoist nun, still uneasy, followed him to bolt the door. The moment she turned around, her chest was already gripped by two hands. The nun let out a soft moan and, feigning reluctance, leaned into the arms of Old Minister Ding.

"Brother Du, can you stop being so lecherous until we get to the bathhouse tonight?" Lu Nan pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Just as he was about to give him a stern warning not to mess around, Du Xiaofei had already shoved his head under the faucet, turned the handle, and began to rinse off with a splash.

"Is that so? Didn't Mozi say, 'Universal love for all beings'? I deeply agree with that," Li Yu said with a smile. This notion of equality for all living things was not invented by later generations of Buddhists; over a hundred years ago, a great master had already proclaimed the slogan of universal equality and founded a school that influenced the world for centuries.

Ying Xiong and Ying Ming were shocked to see the Sword Saint so desolate and miserable. Thinking of this middle-aged man who had sacrificed all his happiness for the sword, only to be denied his status at the pinnacle of swordsmanship by the Hero Sword, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but feel sympathy for the Sword Saint.