Volume 1, Chapter 58: Why Haven't You Recovered Yet?

"Jingle bells, President Mu, Shi Qinghuan is in my hands now—" Before Lin Hao could finish his sentence, Mu Tianyu immediately began to worry about Shi Qinghuan.

Yan Jinbiao, Zhao Wuyou, and Xu Liancheng instantly lunged toward the south, while Xu Chengfang, Qin Shengyuan, and the others remained in hot pursuit behind them.

It was not until dusk that Caelia's door creaked open. With a rigid expression, she cast a furtive, sidelong glance at He Chen sitting on the sofa.

I froze at the sight of Miao Qian before me, because at that moment, Miao Qian was wearing neither a mask nor a veil; her entire face was completely exposed to my view.

Bai Yan shook his head and said, "I'm not going over there. Just send me back! I believe that with this move of mine, that old fellow Zhang Tianfan must already be aware of my existence."

One could only hear the employees leaving the area one after another, not daring to utter a single word. Once outside, the news of Wei Yuchen being beaten spread throughout the entire company.

Anyone wishing to serve young master Qi Yundong had to pass through a trial first, otherwise they lacked the qualifications to do so.

"A batch of foreign awakened ones has infiltrated Luocheng today. You can think of them as spies! Giving you this practical combat class is also for your own safety," Zhen Hong explained.

Therefore, the Sovereign of the Tianyu Dynasty had sent Elder Jia to visit the two major dynasties, pleading for their joint assistance.

Shi Qinghuan naturally knew Wei Yuchen's capabilities very well, and it was precisely because she knew them that she asked such a question.

The night of the bridal chamber had already startled him; how could there be such a bold bride in the world? "Feeling stuffy, so I came out for a stroll"—she actually had the nerve to say that.

Mo Youxun was hardly stood on ceremony. He walked inside and glanced around. Jun Feiyu's room was extraordinarily simple, devoid of even a single decent decoration.

Yuan Shuo quietly watched the two clusters of lightning flying toward him. The intense current was tightly compressed into spheres; though small in volume, no one could doubt their lethal force.

Grandma Tian sat in a chair, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the ground, muttering to herself, "What a sin, it's all our own doing."

When Ye Qingcheng woke up, the space beside her was already completely empty. She lazily rolled over and saw the wedding robe she had worn yesterday neatly folded and placed beside her pillow.

"So that's how it is. There are still two secondary consorts in the Crown Prince's residence. No wonder Her Majesty the Empress was so happy," the Fourth Prince shrugged, paying it little mind.

Wanrou was a clear-headed person. Even when overwhelmed by joy at this moment, not a single trace of impropriety could be seen in her.

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat; this was probably the second reason why the organization did not casually dispatch high-ranking adults on missions, he added with a wry and helpless smile.

Despite saying this, Xu Cheng drove extremely slowly and reluctantly, his eyes occasionally drifting toward Qingmei. After all these years apart, she was still just as beautiful. Back then, her smile and the domineering look she gave him when glaring were his absolute favorites.

Realizing clearly that revenge was utterly impossible relying solely on his own strength, Zhao Gao finally made up his mind to seek out the Immortals Sect.

Within half a day, the gifts delivered successively had piled up into a mountain, all of them bearing instructions from the exact same person—Feng Shou.

Zhuo Yiting's father, the venerable elder Mr. Zhuo, had a long-standing habit of going out to drink whenever he was in a bad mood.

However, just moments ago, their "arrows" had failed to come within even two zhang of Feng Wu. Now facing bare blades and hand-to-hand combat, what chance did they have to close in and kill her?

Upon hearing Qi Hailong utter these words, all the police officers cast looks of utter contempt in his direction.

Ramox was secretly alarmed. Earlier, Jiang Chong had been full of confidence, completely relaxed and at ease; why had he suddenly become so terrified? Seeing Jiang Chong's ashen complexion and disjointed mumblings, he guessed the situation must be extremely grave and hurriedly focused his internal energy to listen in, determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

"Sir Fidel. How are the negotiations with the Yankees going?" Chamberlain asked indifferently.

The origin of malice has its roots; this historical allusion stems from the phrase: "The ambition of Sima Zhao is known to everyone on the street."

To the extent that many people demanded the removal of Guo Zhuocheng from his post, demanded that the central authorities issue an order for his arrest, and some even called for him to be shot by a firing squad.

The moment Zhuo's father and mother caught sight of Zhuo Yiting's bashful yet immensely pleased expression, their hearts blossomed with joy. In their view, while Lin Tianse might indeed be a fine cook, he certainly wasn't anywhere near as astonishing as Zhuo Yiting claimed.

The seven kingdoms and the Great Luo Empire that descended upon the Heavens and Myriad Realms of Divine Desolation all originated from upper-middle worlds. Their numbers were still relatively small at present, but the people they dispatched were immensely powerful to the living beings of the Divine Desolation.

"I wonder which of the two will make a concession?" For a moment, a question arose in everyone's mind, and all sorts of speculations surfaced.

Never had they imagined that the Netherworld Skyworm—hailed as the most potent venom-penetrating creature in the Dream Realm—would find its released toxic gas completely unable to approach Shi Tian. If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes today, they probably wouldn't have believed it.

Li Yi rushed back, before he had even caught his breath, he started sprinting along with Lu Ye, asking breathlessly.

With a slight curl of his lips, he even gazed with rapt interest, sweeping his eyes from Red Thorn's legs, up to her waist, and across her torso.

Tutong, commanding twenty thousand elite Xiaoguo troops, had still not dared to counterattack Chang'an; what kind of miracle could Zhou Cheng, with only ten thousand troops, possibly create in this freezing weather with scarce food and clothing? The result would be nothing more than either leading his army back to the Eastern Capital or being utterly annihilated outside the walls of Chang'an.

Inside the observation corridor, the delegation looked through the glass windows as fist-sized pieces of ore tumbled down from the hopper. Passing through four stages—jaw crushing, secondary crushing, fine crushing, and pulverization—they were turned into mineral powder, dropped onto a conveyor belt, and sent straight into the washing workshop.