Volume 1, Chapter 32: Did I Hook You?

"Brother Zhou, please do not get agitated; I mean no offense. You surely know that I have a dog at home, a gift from Grandpa Wei. It has been in poor health recently, so this mountain ginseng will be just the thing to nourish it." Zhao Yanchen wore an apologetic expression, though he felt not a shred of remorse in his heart.

At this moment, Zhang Tian noticed faint patterns appearing on the ground where the formation was set. These markings connected to form a single entity, spreading into the camp, passing beneath his own feet, and ultimately converging at the center of the four camps.

Mu Liang stretched his arms and back wearily, then rose and walked over to the busy shopkeeper at the counter to order another pot of wine.

The windshield of the business van had already been shattered by the stone Ye Xiu threw; under the force of Lei Zhenyu’s impact, the glass disintegrated into countless shards.

David suddenly slammed his palm onto the table, not only startling Sharon but also giving Augustus and his companion a significant fright.

In the peach blossom forest, where the only sound was the wind stirring the falling petals, the highly discordant clatter of horse hooves suddenly broke the silence.

The flight was peaceful; save for a few encounters with attacking magical beasts, they did not meet a single soul along the way.

Meanwhile, the inspectors, clearly aware that Baldwin and his two accomplices had been brought to justice and that the time had come to deal with the final boss, Dieter, were all brimming with high spirits.

"Heh heh, you two have finally come out; it won't be so easy to leave today." As he spoke, he gestured, and five more men emerged to surround them. Young Master Hua and his group merely watched from a distance, their eyes filled with disdain, clearly feeling that Zhang Tian was not worth their personal intervention.

As Luo Changfeng's senior fellow apprentice, he naturally felt a strong sense of confidence in him, believing that the latter could control the flow of the battle.

"What about mine? Where is my blade? Does it also cost thirteen thousand gold coins?" Du Jingtao asked Jiuyue, his face full of anxiety.

As he spoke, he offered a stern reminder on the side. Although he found it difficult to comment on recent events, he felt that under the current circumstances, it was best to go and investigate to prevent any trouble from arising later.

The Xiaoyao Empire was currently vast and sparsely populated, making it the perfect time to issue currency. Moreover, having recently acquired a large amount of gold, Old Nine finally had the capital required to proceed with the issuance.

"What kind of shoddy staircase is this? Are we going to reach the halfway point, have it snap, and fall to our deaths?" Kou Xu could not help but complain.

The two elders left behind by the Four Symbols Sword Sect to guard the site exchanged glances. With a wave of their palms and a surge of true essence, the strange northern wind dissipated.

Lin Jiaying’s voice had turned cold, yet Director Wang, perhaps due to the alcohol, paid no heed to her words.

Lu Yan had risked his life to protect them, and yet, how did they repay him? They had left first without even assigning anyone to guard him. Even if they had just let someone follow him, it would have been better, but instead, they all returned, leaving only Lu Yan behind. How could Han Bingbing not be furious?

Unless it was the legendary Great-uncle Tan Yong of the Tan family, but he was an old man of sixty or seventy; how could he possibly compare to Lu Yan?

"By order of the Sect Master, I must go in and retrieve a Body Refining Pill." Manager Xu looked at one of the men and pointed toward the door frame.

His wife hugged her husband’s waist from behind, sighed softly, and wore a look of slight guilt.

By the time the Demon Sun was about to rise, Uqiji had already amassed wealth greater than any nation, but a Death High Priest found him. The Death High Priest had no feet, no head, no mouth, and no eyes; he appeared like a black mist of death shrouded in an inescapable fate, or rather, the very essence of death floating in the void.

Yinmolo Ghost had once investigated "Blank," only to discover the target's connection to the Mo Yan Pavilion. He speculated that the pavilion was a pawn of a mysterious guild and launched his plan—never imagining that even the pavilion master knew nothing of the details.

Sun Xing and He Lingyun, sitting in the carriage, looked at each other with bitter expressions. Neither had expected that at such a critical moment, the copper pipe connecting the furnace to the steam engine would suddenly burst.

Well, Emilia admitted that the annoying face often surfaced in her mind. After work, she would inexplicably walk to that coffee shop, hold a scoop of ice cream, lick it, and secretly listen to the Demon King play.

Suddenly, the Ancient God Ring on Lu Qi’s left hand glowed red, and a stream of red and white energy flowed into his body.

Some male players sighed, a hint of envy underlying their tone; as for the reason, only they themselves knew.

After the waiter served the food, Su Jiu found what he had been listening for. Two middle-aged men sat diagonally across from him, eating and discussing news about the horse bandits of Changle Street. It seemed the two had some insight into the gang.

"Eh? Wait, Kirino, did you just mention black silk stockings?" Yi Le suddenly realized that Kirino seemed to have brought up the subject. "Are you really going to wear them? It’s not great to just add settings randomly, is it?" Unbidden, the image of Kirino’s fair, beautiful legs encased in sheer black silk appeared in his mind.

At this moment, inside a spacious hall within an exquisite courtyard on the south side of Xingyun Town, several figures sat in a circle.

Eriri nodded. She didn't care what kind of vehicle they took, but she was afraid of buses being too crowded, of being taken advantage of, or worse, encountering some perverted molester. However, since Yi Le had suggested it, she had no choice but to nod.

It had been dry for a long time, forming a massive crater, as if caused by a falling meteorite.

The Liao Empire now lacked the strength to fight the Song to the death. Once the Song gathered its full power and surpassed them, how would the Song emperors—whose quality worsened with each generation—be able to decide the outcome of the war? It would not end with a dignified emperor being captured by the enemy.