Volume 1, Chapter 34: Brother, I’m Getting Better

However, before she was exposed, she wanted to make one last attempt; only by truly giving it her all would she have no regrets.

In the mortal world, legends circulate of immortals casting beans to summon soldiers, and in the demon realm, rumors abound of great demons plucking hairs to create clones. Yet, the scene before them was even more defying of heaven: the celestial soldiers who had been struck by the green sparks instantly attained the cultivation of earthly immortals.

On the couch, Xuanyuan Tianyue felt nothing at all, having been struck by Rong Qian’s sleep-inducing acupoint earlier.

If one day the Feng family’s bloodline were to shift and produce an outstanding individual who then entered government service, that would be a true display of ability.

On the other side, the hairstylist with the ambiguous gender looked somewhat awkward, using a hand to cover their private parts.

What surprised Su Qingyi was that Liu Jinshui was so direct, so unscrupulous. But could she really refuse him right to his face?

Throughout his life, he had believed he had experienced many heart-pounding events and endured many agonizing situations; regardless of which, he had always managed to walk through them with the utmost composure.

Surprisingly, after descending more than thirty meters, the three of them found no signs of hostility. The sinkhole was shaped like a straight, vertical shaft; although deep, its diameter was only a few dozen meters. In such an environment, it was logical that nothing predatory could survive.

They chose their usual seats. Li Weixiao cast a habitual glance over, saw Lin Yuan’ai, and then walked directly toward her.

I never bought a new phone after he broke mine; I used the landline in Fu Xue’s studio apartment every time I needed to make a call.

Still groggy from sleep, she heard Song Chaoyang say, "We're here." She opened her eyes to find they had indeed arrived at the apartment building. Lin Jiajia offered a word of thanks and walked inside with unsteady steps.

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The Ai family hosted a wedding banquet with six tables, inviting the influential figures of the village and specifically bringing Fang Xianchun out to meet everyone.

In less time than it takes to smoke a cigarette, the entire coffin floated from the bottom of the water to the surface, spinning as it drifted.

If you want someone to risk their life for you, you must make them want to do it from the bottom of their heart—to strive for a goal you share. Only in this way can the greatest courage and strength be forged.

Fortunately, this would not arouse suspicion. In recent days, countless merchant and official vessels had been arriving in Lin’an Prefecture, all heavily laden and moving slowly, which was a common occurrence.

In the late Qing and early Republican era, there was a family surnamed Dong. In those parts, everyone knew of the Dong family; they were a famous, wealthy household, though their reputation was less than stellar.

Yet, I kept warning myself that I must not love him. This torment was even harder to bear than the beatings from my uncle.

No, I have become someone with a sense of cleanliness; I will absolutely not allow anyone else to lay a finger on my man.

But none of that matters now. As the sword spirit said, the most important thing is that the person wakes up.

With a loud "clang," Shiyu felt a burning pain in her wrist, and the dagger flew from her hand. At the same time, a flash of cyan blue engulfed her. She could no longer see where the panther-like Tang Yao had gone, nor could she see the cold gleam of blades. In the chaos, she only felt herself drifting, stripped of all autonomy.

"Nie Zheng marched straight in, ascended the stairs, and assassinated Xia Lei; the attendants were thrown into total disarray." Nie Zheng shouted incessantly, killing dozens more.

There was no response from outside the door, only the sound of a table and chairs being overturned. Zhao Gan knew Xiao Ce was fleeing in a panic, yet his expression remained unmoved, as if the situation were still firmly under his control.

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Xia Haitong nodded and opened the bag. Inside was a bowl of congee with egg and lean meat, a portion of fried noodles, and two fried eggs. Wasn’t this the breakfast she had requested from him last time?

I looked back at her; her face was slightly flushed, not as it should be. Was it embarrassment, nervousness, or the beginning of that affection she felt compelled to revisit every year?

Looking at the feature report on "Lost Horizon" in the newspaper from a few days ago, Li Siqin felt a desire to devour Xia Haitong alive when she saw the photo of her kissing the masked man, for she knew exactly who that man was.

Unexpectedly, the three of them stared at him without moving. "Yellow-Face" stole a glance at the bearded man, then looked at "Buck-Tooth." Buck-Tooth nodded, his smile lines not fading. To Ling Yu, it seemed they were exchanging opinions, and he felt a sense of impending, eerie dread.

In truth, setting aside her master’s degree, Yang Lu was quite beautiful. She possessed a unique intellectual charm common in the workplace, was tall, and had a slim figure; the moment she arrived, she caught the eyes of countless hungry men in the company.

Xue Ziyang had been stunned when he first saw it, and now, seeing her so angry, he felt deeply guilty.

From time to time, demon hunters would come to the neighboring villages to ask about the "Witch Village," yet the development of events was completely different from what they had anticipated.

His right hand again locked around the River God’s neck from behind. Chong Jiujin instinctively felt that leaving the water would make it easier to deal with the resentful shadow, but dragging someone who weighed far more than him and was struggling violently to the surface was no easy task.