Volume 1, Chapter 50: The Mouse That Stole Glutinous Rice Strips

Distant roars echoed in Yasuo's ears. Damn it, Thanos was actually so fierce, already pushing all the way to the final boss, the Corrupted Rift Herald. No, he needed to speed up.

Despair swept across me from the skies. Even though it was the warmth of early summer, I felt only a bone-chilling cold.

The Crown Prince beside them was inexplicably dragged into the conversation, his heart beating anxiously. He certainly did not want to inherit the throne so early; he still wanted to take another study tour before his grand wedding.

Thinking of this, Mother Ji walked into the kitchen. In the darkness, she stealthily took out her mobile phone and made a call.

As he spoke, Qin Zheng was about to make a call when a violent screech of brakes came from across the street.

Counting from the time Third Aunt Zhou revealed that Zhou Xun might be in Qin Xuesman's hands until today, it had only been three days—indeed far too short.

Madam Cheng nodded and turned to exchange a glance with Cheng Renjie. Cheng Renjie quietly retreated, eventually slipping away from the main group led by the Lin family and Madam Cheng, and turned to pursue them all the way out of Black Mist City.

This masterpiece was probably known to everyone within the art circle. Once upon a time, this very work propelled the previously unknown young Blue Lotus into a prominent figure in the industry.

The words carried no emotion at all, yet they seemed to melt the icy heart of the person on the other end. He wanted to tell her that he was not worth it. But somehow, he did not dare to say it; doing so would be far too cruel to her.

"Her surname is Jimo!" Maxingyao did not say much more. Jimo was the emblem of the Jimo family in the Penglai Immortal City.

Hearing this, everyone fell silent. As members of prominent clans like Zhou Yingying, they could understand Tong Ti's feelings and felt no excessive surprise at a branch family plotting against the main household. Once a person harbored ambition, they were capable of doing anything, including killing their own wife and children.

"Old friend, how are you?" Chen Xu began, his voice cold and clear. He finally understood why Tantai Mingyue had been so terrified; she had never witnessed such a bloody scene.

After a long while, hearing no further movement, Gu Xiaobei could no longer restrain herself. She opened her eyes to see Li Haonan sitting right beside her, seemingly staring at her the entire time. Seeing her suddenly open her eyes, he averted his gaze.

The bedroom was a suite, decorated in a minimalist style, yet the materials of all the furnishings and objects were extremely exquisite. Even the curtains were made of pure silk, crafted into the intricate patterns typical of the European Middle Ages, looking very much like a princess's bedchamber.

Although this blood mist was red, its most bizarre characteristic was that spiritual perception could not function within it in the slightest.

Therefore, He Xueling and Zhen Yiming both nodded, then looked at each other, exchanging information through their gazes.

The Kabul River ran through the entire city, and the southern bank was the old town, as well as one of the more chaotic areas in Kabul.

Sanghai City—this mysterious, ancient city, imbued with the breath of primeval wilderness, stood quietly atop the South China Sea.

The conflicts among the primary deities of the Dark Divine Realm did not last long. After the Fallen Angel clan outwardly expressed support for Despair Sovereign Despan, the deities of the Dark Divine Realm quickly unified their stance to attack the City of Halos first.

With Ping'er's explanation, the general situation of Hundred-Eye Gorge and Hundred-Eye Plain was finally clarified. Zhu Ganglie and Jin Chanzi also understood why the Fourth Mistress Ximei found it so difficult when Hundred-Eye Stone was mentioned.

The shield shattered instantly, yet the handprint lost none of its might, landing squarely on Jin Yun's chest, threatening to inflict severe injury upon him.

"Dad, do you want to go to the Demonic Battlefield, but at the same time don't want to part ways with everyone?" Huhu asked from the side.

On the contrary, the hiding spots of Zhu Ganglie and Sha Huanglan were difficult to decide for the moment. While hiding in the corner of a branching cave path seemed like a decent choice, if the enemy possessed extraordinary spiritual perception, they would likely discover them the moment they entered the cave.

"Who... who hit this lady..." Before her foul language could even escape, another punch landed squarely on her stomach, knocking the previous day's meals right out of her.

It had to be said that the maid Ping'er was no simple character either. Her seemingly pitiful words were actually a form of execution by praise; before Ximei could even make her request, she had backed Jin Chanzi into a corner where he had no choice but to offer assistance. Such invisible blades were sometimes even more lethal than tangible ones.

"Third Brother, there aren't that many treasures after all. I made a mistake this time; it's not a treasure trove, but an ancient tomb. I heard it has a history of thousands of years, and even the old master can't sit still this time—everyone is mobilizing," Wang Jianhao said, casting furtive glances around.

"Comrade, let's go together. Once you get caught, it's over," I shouted to Sun Wukong, because I knew that since he was introduced by the Black Whirlwind, he must be a soldier as well.

Yet when he saw Jin Yun leaping forward from his front, he froze instantly. This deviated vastly from his plan; he never imagined under any circumstances that Jin Yun would launch a frontal attack against him.

Events proved that Wuchang's decision was exceptionally correct. Just as Wuchang sneaked away, inside the black palace, Uncle Mandorla, Odin, Salamander, and Nautilus had all gathered together to begin celebrating their impending victory in advance.

White and monochromatic, yet crafted with exquisite detail. The topmost layer consisted of rotatable blades; driven by the momentum of the falling wind, the white flower transformed into a floating object that could linger briefly in mid-air.

Mother Shen hurriedly helped Shen Ming back to his room, and because Shen Rourou was worried that Xu Ning might bump or hurt himself, she helped him back as well.

Shen Wei suddenly thought that sometimes when she read scripts in the middle of the night, she easily sank into the emotions of the characters. It was much like seeing Baosi placed under house arrest due to King You of Zhou's misunderstanding—she seemed to feel Baosi's emotions too, and during those few minutes, a smile was utterly impossible.

"My name is Qu Ming, and I want to ask you for a favor!" The man named Qu Ming looked at me and said.

"Qingqing, I recently received news that Zhang Cheng might accompany Yan She to the United States for about a week or so!" Huang Shang said while moving a chess piece.

Some twilight rays fell upon her, causing Su淼 (Su Miao) to daze momentarily. This scene was utterly familiar to her.

Just a moment after I came down from the teaching building, I saw our head teacher walking into our classroom carrying a teacup, dressed quite revealingly.

Since she could not be left behind in the market town of Wujiaping, now that they had arrived here together, he could only shoulder the responsibility of taking good care of her.

This corridor was a thousand zhang long, and they had only covered a hundred zhang. Han Lang refused to believe he could pass the first layer of the inheritance tower just like that; it would simply be too easy.

Because this fellow had previously suffered irreversible, severe injuries and ultimately died, yet miraculously revived and was now full of vigor and life.