Volume One, Chapter 23: Lu Jingchen’s Call

Tonight, the commotion on the rooftop of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was impossible for him to overlook, given his cultivation and level of perception. Naturally, he did not sense the presence of Master Huihong.

At this moment, two young students present listened to Ye Tian’s self-introduction. Neither showed any sign of respect; instead, their faces were filled with curiosity as they scrutinized him closely.

With a thunderous roar, the rain finally poured down in torrents. Xingyou waved his robe, and a faint white light formed a glass-like dome around the two of them. The pea-sized raindrops evaporated upon contact with the dome, sizzling away.

Chelsea began to reduce their financial investment in the market in this manner, a stance that was in absolute conflict with Mourinho. Since Mourinho’s return to the club, events have caused Chelsea’s upper management to grow genuinely discontent with him.

After all, although their mutants seemed formidable, their transformations were entirely due to the parasite brain worms residing within them. In truth, they were merely ordinary people originally.

“Brother Liang, you finally arrived! You scared me to death just now! I thought you had been caught and would be deported! How did you convince the police to let you go?” At the convenience store door where they had agreed to meet, Xibiao waited anxiously like ants in a hot nest. Upon seeing Cheng Weilong finally appear, he couldn’t help but rush forward with joy.

Only after the bus passed did a player remind the driver, who then stopped the vehicle. Club staff got off to receive the trophy from enthusiastic fans, but the trophy was completely deformed.

Stielike watched the situation on the field and roared loudly, but he did not clearly express his intentions. This was a mistake. At such a critical moment, not only did the players need to regulate themselves on the pitch, but the head coach also needed to provide clear guidance.

Wei Fei took a sip of beer. “I don’t know why either, but cultivators always pay attention to inspiration. Maybe the fat guy sensed something.” Although he said this, even he felt Chen Feng’s actions were somewhat abnormal.

If she did not return to Xizhou to meet Gao Jun, then this person would not worry that she would reveal the events of the seventeenth year of the Zhenguan era to Gao Jun. Therefore, this mysterious figure only wished her dead to end the matter without causing trouble and thus would avoid becoming Gao Jun’s enemy.

“En… Master.” Emperor Longqing’s voice was extremely faint; if Gao Gong were not kneeling beside the bed, it would have been impossible to hear.

A burst of blue light erupted, and the next moment, a sky-blue dragon appeared before Nie Feng’s eyes. Just as in mythology where dragons command clouds and rain, the only difference was that its scales shimmered with a watery blue glow. Within the scales, a faint emerald light flowed slowly.

Suddenly, Longyun Feng let out a roar, his body radiating red light. In a blink, a monstrous creature covered in scales with giant wings emerged from the red glow. A terrifying surge of power stirred, lifting a wave of debris.

I then presented the Rou Zhi Rou in exchange. Jiao’er glanced roughly at what I offered and suddenly froze—it was a ring?

Under a heavy blow, Zhang Qian was thrown into the air, spraying a mouthful of fresh blood. The intense pain on his back caused his brow to furrow deeply, and he could no longer hold onto his dagger, which clattered to the ground.

“Shut up!” Li Yunfei turned back and shouted sharply. Immediately, Lu Zhishen tightly closed his mouth, looking as wronged as ever. Seeing Lu Zhishen’s expression, everyone burst into laughter.

Ling Feng and Li Dawei exchanged phone numbers, with Li Dawei telling Ling Feng he could call anytime. Li Dawei was quite willing to help this young man.

The final match arrived; this would be my first opportunity to reveal my true abilities to the world and face my opponent.

“Everyone, disperse. It’s best if no one appears here during this period,” Old Wu said, glancing around.

“That really is too much trouble for you all. By the way, was all this arranged by Ling Feng?” Tanaka Yoshiko asked.

To anyone, fifty million in raw gems, plus a ten-million check and a Ferrari, was enough temptation. Any one of these items alone was beyond what most ordinary people could obtain in a lifetime.

Jiang Ruoyin did not expect that, whether it was sensing his aura or feeling the oppressive presence of the Purple Yin Spirit King’s realm, the few guards at the city gate actually allowed them entry voluntarily.

For the thieves’ guild, these people had wandered here their entire lives; this was their home turf. How could we compete?

At the thought of this, Zhou Bin’s heart filled with rage as he glared fiercely at Liu Fangze.

It seemed this guy was still weak after just emerging, ready to flee at the first sign of trouble. We must not let him recover; otherwise, he will become a great threat.

Essentially, the two women belonged to the same type. Perhaps that was why, after only meeting once, they were willing to make such sacrifices.

Although Jiang Ruoyin would never see himself as a great figure reborn, he had no choice but to be cautious. He knew deep in his heart that if the painful feelings truly manifested in reality, only Li Mengran and Kang Xueyue would torment him so deeply.

As Dongfang Yi declared his identity, all the soldiers on and below the city walls knelt on one knee, while the gathered townsfolk hurriedly bowed their heads in respect.

His grandson truly had the makings of a swordsman, already surpassing him at this age.

Gu Zhanyi hoped Wu Si would stay here with her, fully recognizing Muge’s methods, but she never expected that once Wu Si started working, he would push himself to such an extent.

Now that the project had finally been implemented and yielded good results, the heavy stone pressing on her chest was at last lifted. How could she not allow herself a good celebration?