Chapter 26: Some things others cannot do, I might not necessarily fail to accomplish!

For the first time, Gu Yao felt the disparity in strength between a man and a woman so clearly.

Lu Zheng could no longer hear Gu Yao's protests; his mind was entirely consumed by Han Yuncai’s recent words. As he thought about them, he stared at Gu Yao and suddenly began to laugh. His sexy, thin lips curled upward, and the corners of his slightly reddened eyes lifted, yet his gaze remained ice-cold, radiating madness. "Then go ahead. I’d like to see if you can make him control me!"

After Beidouxing walked about thirty paces, a van pulled up beside him. Xue Ronghua waved to him from the open door.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly; upon waking, he wondered if he were Zhuang Zhou who had dreamed of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming it was Zhuang Zhou. Things that once seemed so profound were only now beginning to make a little sense.

Meng Jue smiled. "Some things must be done, so I must do them. Don't worry, no matter how the college entrance exam goes, you will definitely get into a university, and that includes your share." The "must-do" thing he referred to was his date with Su Wen; during the day, she should have time.

Hua Lingyu looked at Feng Qingye in surprise and was caught off guard when Feng Qingye seized the opportunity. The cold blade grazed her neck, leaving a shallow scratch on her shoulder.

Even Tyson, whose face looked as if it were carved from rock, frowned involuntarily. This place lacked vitality; he wondered if people would fall ill if they stayed here too long.

Just as Jin Yi was struggling with his dual-attribute cultivation of ice and fire, the martial arts tournament between the Huwei Martial Arts Hall and the Sanyang Martial Arts Hall was about to begin.

Beidouxing felt embarrassed under the gaze and had to look away. The training methods in the posture class were identical to those of ballet dancers: pressing against the bar, doing splits, standing on tiptoe, lifting the head, puffing out the chest, tucking in the stomach, and pushing out the hips. The purpose was twofold: to train body flexibility and to cultivate that noble, indomitable aura of "there is no one but me."

Even now, the back of his head throbbed with pain. Recalling the moments before he lost consciousness last night, it seemed someone had knocked him out; otherwise, he wouldn't have slept through the entire night without waking, even with such a major event occurring.

Having visited before, Mother Yong knew that Ye Lainiang enjoyed game, so she had prepared pheasant, river fish, and wild vegetables early in the morning.

He knew Luo Shuiyi probably had no appetite, but for the sake of the child in her womb, she would surely force herself to eat.

Beitang Mo’s sudden roar pierced the eardrums of Di Zixiao, who was enjoying a steamed bun. Startled, Di Zixiao clumsily knocked over the teacup by his elbow, sending it crashing to the floor in pieces.

Realizing something was wrong, Park Su-young turned around. Seeing the familiar figure that overlapped with her memories, she couldn't help but take two steps back.

After four kicks, the door finally succumbed to the abuse, collapsing inward along with its frame.

He slashed through the Type-Moon universe, severing all its parallel worlds. Then, Ling Donglai’s avatar decisively pressed his hands against the planet's core, channeling the power of his true self to instantly repair the shattered Earth, while simultaneously turning the entire universe into an ark and hurtling toward the Martial God universe.

Yan Xing even had the griffin squadron he had purchased from Count Theodore fly over the city. Under the griffins' claws were banners printed with the slogan of the Creed Information Exchange: "Everyone Makes Money."

Qingkong stared at him blankly, falling silent. She turned around and faced away from him, as if lost in deep thought.

Everyone found it quite novel, so they gathered around Hao Min, curious to see exactly how he grilled the skewers.

After this trial, Li Boming realized that his team was severely lacking in information gathering.

Since peers are often rivals, the assassins were skeptical of this legendary thief who had suddenly appeared.

Since she had failed to wait for Beitang Yue for eight years, why hope for him this time? Jing Zhe thought this as she turned to leave, but just as she lifted her foot, a soft voice—one that had traveled across eight years of time—reached her ears.