Volume 1, Chapter 34: I Am Her Support!

"Enough, these are not matters we can resolve. Let us hurry and find the boatman," Lou Fengming said, cutting through the uncomfortable atmosphere as he pulled Zhu Qing along.

Only that which she voiced aloud would become testimony etched in his heart. Only that which she personally admitted would truly count.

Ye Shaoxuan was certain that once the Old Blind Man appeared in the Holy City of Heaven Martial, he would inevitably return to his old trade; it was merely a matter of time before he tracked down that location.

"Who knows in which corner of the Northern Realm those two fellows met their deaths! Dreaming that they would avenge you? What a fantasy!" Wang Yan sneered coldly, then struck out with his sword.

The gang level had now reached eight. To ascend to level nine, the players themselves would likely need to exceed level one hundred, as the requirements for the faction were exceptionally high.

Her singing earned a standing ovation; everyone was immersed in the melody, each lost in their own stories. We all carry our own sorrows, and there will always be others to inherit them. We all entered this world crying, and now, I am crying as I think of you.

"Nasha, if you try to steal my business, I will be the first to oppose my cousin marrying you," Chen Yu said, putting on a fierce, menacing face as he threatened her.

"Second Madam Lin, it was in the bamboo forest behind the Yasi Courtyard that I sparred with Cousin Hua. If you do not believe it, you are welcome to go and see for yourself," Wei Changling said, bowing slightly.

"How would I know what your lord looks like?" Dong Zhuo’s face twitched uncontrollably at the sound of Gan Ning’s voice.

"Management? What do you mean?" Mu Yi could only manage this one phrase before Ye Fan cut him off. Ye Fan was always more overbearing, always more anxious. How could he explain? He was happy—extremely happy. Ye Fan demanded, "Are you trying to work him to death?" He was so aggressive it felt as though he might explode at any moment.

Icy water soaked through Baili Guoyan’s clothes, her drenched body pressed tightly against Rong Jue, creating a strange sensation.

"You stay behind to guard the fatty. Take good care of him and work with him to stabilize the situation here," Mu Lin commanded directly.

"Eleventh, why don't you tell your Imperial Father?" Consort Liang smiled with a look of maternal kindness, her eyes filled only with her son, seemingly unaware of the Emperor standing beside her.

How could it possibly die so easily? They had pulled at it, hacked it with blades, and burned it with fire, yet none of that could kill it. How could it be so simple to end its life?

"One tael of silver?" Qi Sujin paused. She had actually forgotten that one needed money to buy things. She frantically searched herself, but could not even produce a single copper coin.

"Yes." The steward lowered his head in fear and walked silently toward the door. Halfway there, however, he was called back by Zongzheng Zhaoyan.

With a wave of Eunuch Cao’s long arm, two Imperial guards stepped forward and struck Accilia’s acupoints.

Did the receiver have some built-in subwoofer effect? Why did his voice sound so exceptionally magnetic and lingering?

Back home, she found a letter from Daiyu, asking Lin Yutong to send the tea made here. Lin Yutong sent someone to deliver it and gave it no further thought.

Yuan Lang was stunned instantly. Yuanbao was his lifeblood; his son had been kidnapped—how could this be?

As he spoke, the leader’s hands danced in a series of incantations, as if he were unleashing some lethal, finishing technique.

Because Luo Changfeng was Han, and it was said he had single-handedly orchestrated the change in the Jingzhao Prefecture, he admired Luo Changfeng even more than he did Dugu Qiubai, deep down in his heart.

"It’s her again, Lin Jiu. I will never let you go." Yan Chunhua’s voice sounded as if it were steeped in poison, chilling the hearts of the old craftsmen and shopkeepers.

Bai Yutang did not speak, but his brows rose slightly; he then looked relieved, acting as if nothing had happened at all.

Susu suddenly remembered: when A'que burned the Sky Demon Wolf Fortress, did she happen to collect the corpse of the Sky Demon Wolf King?

Sword Control Art not only possessed a passive effect that altered the range of basic attacks, but its active damage-dealing capability was also immensely powerful.

Unfortunately, it was less a sound and more a sense, a warning from the void. Trying to discern direction by listening was impossible.

With such extreme range, the knight’s arm strength was clearly far beyond that of an ordinary person, and with such terrifying accuracy, his eyesight was equally incomparable.

To be honest, Old Man Ni Mei had never imagined that a random bronze kitchen knife could sell for such a price.

Guo Xiaoxiang and Su Lei were both taken aback. Su Lei did not yet know about his challenge to the B-University team, so she was baffled as to why he suddenly wanted to rent a basketball court.

"Stop putting on airs, turn around, girl, or don't blame me for being impolite!" Wang Xueer had already followed him out; seeing the man’s arrogant expression, she couldn't help but shout, wanting to rush forward.

However, after walking for a while, Han Xiao began to feel hungry. Although he and Liuxing had talked for a long time, he had forgotten to ask what they ate in this Immortal Abode.

The two figures clearly had not expected Yadong to have such formidable skills, nor had they expected that the four of them, far from harming him in the slightest, would lose two of their own. They were already retreating; seeing the blood staining half of Yadong’s hair, they looked at him as if he were a crazed, murderous demon.

Shi Yitao also opened his mouth to spew a streak of black flame, coiling around a dragon bow several feet long, which roared as it collided with the spiritual weapons filling the sky.