Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Old Lady Was Tied Up by Her in the Room

"Eating is not really that important." She forced a smile, though a lingering trace of loneliness remained in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Su Qiancheng was startled, as if she hadn't understood his meaning, but when the man lunged at her, she realized. This man—this despicable man—was actually trying to force himself upon her again.

In her dream, there was a man who called himself the Emperor of the Underworld who Patrols the Heavens. He was incredibly annoying, and in the end, she had muddled through a ceremony to become his disciple. It was truly a frustrating dream.

Once Hou Yue was lying down comfortably, he began to massage him. This time, he did not use an aphrodisiac massage, but rather one intended to dispel cold, aiming to draw the chill out of Hou Yue's body first.

"May I go see him? I want to stay by his side," Ning Qingqing asked the assistant, sniffing and pleading.

Although Ma Ji had reached the Great Perfection of the Secret Realm, his opponent was a God Realm expert. The gap in strength created by this chasm was truly immense.

After hearing this, Bai Zhancai could not help but sigh. He knew exactly what his second brother meant, which was precisely why he felt so helpless.

Tang Yeshuang had only been speaking for effect and had no intention of truly settling scores with Feng Qi. Just as she was about to sit back down, a clear and resonant pipa melody drifted into her ears, playing on serenely and undisturbed, even amidst the noisy clamor of the floor below.

Su Qiancheng’s voice had turned completely hoarse; she could no longer even muster a cry of pain, her face fixed in a mask of numbness.

Those eyes, darker than obsidian and shimmering with flowing light, stared straight into mine, and I felt something deep within my chest beginning to break through the soil.

In the past, seeing her always made me feel an inexplicable sense of guilt, but now… I felt none at all.

After everyone had expressed their positions, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the eyes of the Chen family’s second brother.

"That is my child; what right do you have to say it has nothing to do with me?" I roared, the pent-up frustration of two days finally bursting forth, uncontrollable.

"Where did Hao take you just now?" Xu Duoduo finally asked, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

The monster let out a thunderous roar, abandoning Dister and the Arbitrator Warriors to charge toward the Holy Warriors who had just caught a moment of relief. Ignoring Dister’s attacks from behind, it swung its giant axe, cleaving two low-level Holy Warriors who were too slow to dodge.

"How did you know my surname is Huang?" She stared at him, seemingly displeased, as she did not wish to reveal her identity.

The Heavenly Illusion God King ignored the taunts of the Ghost Yin God King, his gaze fixed instead on the white clouds high above.

Exhausted from crying, Xu Duoduo leaned against Xiao Luofan’s shoulder and soon fell into a light slumber. She was so, so tired, and all she wanted was a good night's sleep.

On the way back, Jiang Guangguang remained in a daze, staring out the window the entire time. She had originally intended to leave after tonight. Recalling Zhong Xin’s pale complexion, she closed her eyes.

In any case, he didn't have much of a connection to the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, and whether the cultivators on the warship Zhenyuan lived or died was none of his concern. He wouldn't offend the Nine-Headed Dragon over them.

Generally speaking, those who know there are tigers on the mountain yet still choose to climb are either fools or the truly powerful.

Chen Mei’s work mainly involved contacting local companies in Shanghai to customize their uniforms.

"Hmph! Guo Laowu, are you stupid or am I? Do you really not know that there is no wall that doesn't leak? The Alliance has existed for countless eons; how could it be an impenetrable block?" Zhang Laoer, who had leaked the news in the restaurant earlier, questioned loudly. The restaurant fell silent, everyone watching the unusually behaving Zhang Er with curiosity.

To describe it, Zhan Tian’s body was like a solid treasure, while the Black Tower Supreme was like refined steel.

Just as those red lanterns appeared, all living creatures near the white luminous body vanished instantly.

Upon reflection, what they said made sense. Since we had decided to be together, three months earlier or later made little difference.

"Yes, he said you were exceptionally kind and your family was very wealthy," I said slowly. Shen Dongxue’s face turned pale in an instant.

"Distinguished guests, please wait a moment. I will go call the manager now," the man said before hurrying into the auction house.

The problem now was that Qin Yanshan had no extra orders on hand. To maintain the basic operations of the Black Spring Community’s bamboo weaving industry, the deal with Zhao Defa had to be secured.

The Immortal Sect Secret Realm was exactly like the Green Dragon Secret Realm—a brilliant, glowing barrier formation suspended in mid-air, with nothing to support it.

"It is indeed the Spirit Stream Pill. I suspect it was originally prepared by Dongfang Buxiao for his own breakthrough into the Spirit Stream Realm," Meng Bao’s telepathic message arrived at that moment.

Looking up at the sunset clouds in the sky, she realized she had inadvertently found one shaped like Li Chengdao. Rubbing her eyes, she whispered to herself: What is wrong with me? Could it be that I am hallucinating because I miss him too much?

Before the Green Dragon’s joyful words had faded, Mu Kai saw a giant monster with a lion’s head, deer antlers, an elk’s body, and an ox’s tail emerge from deep underground.

Although the two were old acquaintances, they still addressed each other by their current titles in front of the private army that had once been imperial guards. Who knew if there were spies planted by Qin Jun among them, which could expose Tian Yu’s true strength and plans within the Dayang Empire?

Yi Yao and the others had been gone for six days, and during these six days, many things had happened.

But no matter how Mu Kai explained or apologized, Ruan Tingting and Qin Yiran felt he was glib and full of lies, refusing to face his own mistakes.

"Just do your best. I will make other arrangements, so you don't need to feel too much pressure. Strength is important, but you are also the leader who will inherit my position and guide the Immortal Flame Clan forward. You must not come to any harm," the Immortal Flame King urged once more.

Du Shang walked over, and Veronica introduced them. The theater manager was a man named Wash Jolly, around thirty or forty years old, dressed neatly with his hair meticulously groomed, yet there was an inescapable weariness in his eyes.

"That is certainly not Xi Xi’s sister. Whoever wants to bother with her can! She has not a single copper coin’s worth of relation to my Dan clan," King Kouyang retorted directly.