Volume 1 Chapter 45: Blurred Consciousness

Ye Zhaoying hung up the phone, pulled herself together, freshened up quickly, and then went outside to hail a cab to the studio.
None of the employees had left the studio; they were all waiting for her arrival.
Accompanied by Xiao Li and Xiao He, Ye Zhaoying headed straight to Pinxing.
Liu Fan wielded the Overlord Halberd in his right hand to strike down the Huns, perpetually unable to spare a hand to thrust at Yan Xing; otherwise, Yan Xing would have undoubtedly met his doom.
In the late Ming Dynasty, the imperial garrison fought desperately here to resist the Qing army's invasion, holding Dorgon's massive army outside the city walls for a full nine months.
Lin Hai's mind went into a daze, the joy of his recent breakthrough instantly wiped away, replaced by a profound sense of loss.
Another large palm slowly descended, as if in a retaliatory gesture, tugging at the strawberry-like peak beneath the thin nightgown before giving it a sharp pull.
The abyss of human desire is insatiable; people fight tooth and nail, even to the death, over endless future wealth—why not learn the carefree detachment of the wren and the mole?
"I must admit, even though you are my enemy, I admire you. Right now, I even feel a slight urge to give up my vengeance," Yueyue suddenly laughed.
One Han cavalryman after another spilled their blood across the battlefield; serving their country in mortal combat was their utmost honor.
After Li Erlong spoke those words, Li Mei indeed became somewhat more rational. In truth, Li Mei was well aware of the situation now.
Yet at that moment, a brilliant idea occurred to me—a superb strategy that would benefit both myself and the empire.
Qin Mengyao casually grabbed a male student who was downstairs in the TV room watching a snooker match and easily inquired about Sun Buqi's dorm number.
If he shouted out, my whereabouts would inevitably be exposed, and that simply wouldn't do. I made a feint with my legs, sweeping just over Tang Shi's head. Tang Shi clutched his head; he was also dressed in a blue Daoist robe, his hair tied into a bun and secured with half a chopstick, looking quite the part.
What do you mean it never should have had a name? If it were merely a simple, ordinary foundation-building fist technique, wouldn't any casual name suffice? You must remember, back in his prime, the old Daoist priest was a being who had condensed a Dao Seed, only to later pass that legacy on to Muyi.
According to the old Daoist's teachings, if you fail to kill a snake, it will come back to bite you. The feud between him and Xu Gui had already reached a point where only one could survive. If the opponent lived, he would certainly not let him go. Right now, he could only pin his hopes on Su Chongshan's ability to block the man.
Old Wu felt as though a gust of wind had swept past, and then a figure materialized right before him. In the moonlight, he finally made out the appearance of the person standing there.
Although riding in a carriage required neither physical effort nor mental exertion, it was prone to making one feel even more exhausted than actual labor. Zhu Yingtai, in particular, suffered from motion sickness and vomited miserably; motion sickness pills were swallowed one after another to no avail, and some were even thrown back up the moment they went down.
"I certainly did not! Do I look like that kind of bored person? I swear I never made any 'harassing' phone calls!" Tao Ran said without hesitation. He had no mood to harass the airport; if it weren't for the lives of the passengers on that plane, why would he bother doing such a thankless and exhausting task?
Yet this time, Yin Jiu had suddenly appeared in her courtyard in the dead of night, pulling his punches with every move and showing no intent to kill. Why on earth was that?
Just as the blade was about to slash down onto Jiaruo's back, Huaxi suddenly raised her hand and effortlessly caught Mingzun's blade with merely two fingers.
"Really, I didn't. I was just wondering if she had someone come and pry open the lock. I only bought that lock recently, yet it's broken again. What a pity."
Huaxi paid no heed to the astonishment of the people behind her, calmly stepping straight into the temple.
Thinking back on it now, when she first arrived at Luomen, her mindset was identical to her determination when fighting to defend her homeland—full of fighting spirit. Yet after staying in Luomen for a while, she had grown somewhat complacent.