Volume One, Chapter 60: The Lord Demands the Military Token

Xiao Qingyu slowly opened her heavy eyes, and a wave of sharp pain rippled through her entire body, causing her to knit her brows involuntarily.

Bailu was the campus belle. Her high reputation alone was attractive enough, and whenever she made the slightest fuss, she instantly became the center of attention.

Lady Yu seemed to have prepared to welcome Jiang Yang long ago. Seeing him return, she tossed the Guqin aside and pulled him straight into her embrace.

Hearing Yan Chu's voice, Sheng Xia didn't even glance at Liu Haoze, but instead ran joyfully toward Yan Chu. Yan Chu stepped out of the car, waiting for Sheng Xia to fling herself into his arms.

I gritted my teeth and hardened my heart, abandoning all thoughts of escape. Nursing a pent-up fury, I grabbed her hair and pulled with all my might, wishing I could tear the very skin off her head.

That way, acquiring a full set of hundred-thousand-year soul rings later on would be an absolute breeze, and it would spare me the trouble of specifically hunting down hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.

The sky remained gray and overcast. After the sun set, the light faded rapidly, and within moments, the field of vision was swallowed by the encroaching twilight.

As for the saddles and stirrups used in Takahashi, they were not actually all that difficult to make. Naturally, once the Xiongnu saw them on the battlefield, they would seek to imitate them.

In an instant, the combined might of the pillars of the three great clans of Konoha was utterly shattered by the Fourth Raikage in a destructive sweep.

Although it was her first child, the delivery went exceptionally smoothly. Thanks to the experienced old midwife, both mother and child were safe and sound, and the baby was perfectly healthy without a single complication.

"Nonsense! She's already so thin, why would she need to diet? Who arranged this for her? Was it you?" Grandmother struck Yan Chu fiercely without the slightest hesitation.

Eight million! Lu Weiman was deeply reluctant to part with this sum of money. Not only did she spend tens of millions every month on herself, but she also had to dish out a substantial amount to others. For years, the Lu family had relied entirely on her to make a living; it was only natural for her to take money from the Lu family, but asking her to shell out cash was simply out of the question.

Chu Mi walked over to the bar, poured herself a glass of wine, and then quietly listened to the rest of the conversation from the side.

Liu Ji couldn't care less about them; as long as he could get on the boat, there would still be hope for his private stash of money.

No matter what hidden cards the culinary department possessed, once they were gone, nothing could be deployed against them.

Ji Hong had been watching from the sidelines all along. She felt that their experiences were fascinating, whereas her own life seemed rather bland by comparison.

The next day, Su Zhaoxi held a meeting with the entire team of ability-activation trainers.

Hearing the lord ask them to analyze the situation, they began to chatter eagerly, offering their various speculations regarding the murderer.

Chonghua did not hesitate for a single second; she drew her sword and rushed forward. Su Zhiwei pressed a hand to her forehead and hurriedly turned to instruct Ji Xingchuan to send a message to the Pushan Hall without delay.

Lu Zhaohua, the eldest son of the Lu family, possessed zero talent for feng shui and metaphysics, but he was extraordinarily gifted in car racing. He was a renowned racer within the circle, the kind who had won international awards at a very young age.

He shifted his gaze to Xie Wuyi, noticing that even in sleep, she was still curled up with a knitted brow, her hands crossed over her chest as if perpetually ready to face an unknown attack.

"It's not very difficult, even if a few hundred people show up. As long as I'm quick-witted and manage to escape from their giant net in time, I won't fall into the hands of those rogue Taoists!" Xiao Feng, the Black Skeleton man, and I had once encountered Taoists together, so just like him, he habitually cursed those priests as rogue Taoists.

Li Shaoyu nodded in gratitude. Those hundreds of flying swords were clearly the ones used by Li Yimo. Since Li Yimo had been captured by the One-armed Saber, those swords naturally fell into his hands. Now, however, they were being regifted to him; he wondered what the hidden intention might be.

Once everyone else had cleared out, Wu Gang could no longer suppress the anger that had been simmering within him for so long. Like a volcanic eruption, he finally vented all the frustration bottled up in his heart.