Volume 1, Chapter 44: Speechless Beyond Words

The master twitched the corner of his mouth, his tone filled with utter annoyance, "You didn't even bother to prepare. Such a passive attitude toward learning—what on earth is there to praise?"

Xia Ziyi was taken aback. Why was this once again so different from what he had imagined?

He had always claimed that the master regarded him as a prized pupil, yet his interactions with the master were exceedingly rare.

Lacking any understanding of the master's temperament, could it be that the master simply disliked geniuses like him?

Under such circumstances, if anyone still wished to live a little longer, the only choice was to kill others while they still had the strength to do so.

Taking the Milky Way as an example, Divine Sea realm monarchs were figures of historical legend. For a single divine monarch to appear in the galaxy would be enough, through sheer individual might, to sweep across the entire galaxy.

The young, robust, and handsome military commander had deep-set eyes, broad palms, and slender, distinct knuckles. His left arm encircled her waist, while the index finger of his right hand hooked into her delicate ribbon, slowly pulling it outward.

The only reason he hadn't wiped out the Chaotic Domain was simply to maintain a buffer zone between his own sphere of influence and those of others.

Qin Hong frowned, "Cripple his hands, and head to the garrison first." Qin Hong did not believe the people at the garrison could be ambushed by these primitive folk, but something must have gone wrong; otherwise, their weapons would not have fallen into the natives' hands.

Damn it, this guy is the main target—no wonder those so-called geniuses were swarming around like flies.

In past years, the Dragon Clans of the Four Seas had also felt resentful and wanted to rebel, but when had they not been fiercely suppressed? From their perspective, the Dragon Clans were just itching for trouble again, and they were eager to see what kind of a splash they could possibly make this time.

"Understood." Guo Honglei had just sobered up, exhibiting a rare laziness. After the meal, the couple took their three children to pay their respects to Madam Wang.

Yet, come to think of it, Zhao Qing had helped her out on several occasions. If she didn't help Zhao Qing this time, it somehow felt a bit wrong.

"This humble servant's throat was just a bit itchy and I gave a little cough. I'm much better now," Zhao Qing hurriedly replied.

"Got it." Yin Sichen straightened up. The tailored captain's uniform worn on him simply added double the points to his charm.

Even if these five million couldn't completely resolve the problems facing Jiang Lijun's company, it should at least be enough to bail them out for a rescue.

"Let's go, kid! Shift into second gear!" The car finally surged forward, and Old Jiu's voice was hoarse with tension.

Guo Shao was only willing to nod because he was intimidated by the emperor's decisive ruthlessness and had no choice but to compromise.

Louis shouted a mental cheer; Lele truly had not disappointed him. Starting with Lele was the best choice possible.

After the meal, everyone continued their discussion until past ten o'clock in the evening. By then, everything in their minds had been completely tapped out. Su Mu told everyone to go back and rest, while he himself stayed behind to continue studying the head model.

As soon as Yin Sichen stepped into the tent, he saw Gu Xixi kneeling on the ground, her head held tightly in Count Phil's embrace.

Yu Xin couldn't care less about her resentment toward Yu Ming; she stared at him fixedly, feeling extremely apprehensive inside as she spoke.

Yet just how high a price had the ancestors of the Yun family paid back then to secure the peace of this village?

Qin Meilian stared at Liu Chen with fury, wishing she could tear him to pieces. However, she also knew that her own strength was by no means enough to defeat Liu Chen, so she refrained from acting on a hot-headed impulse.

Just as announced previously, the first three rounds of the playoffs would all take place in the Shanghai Zhengda Plaza Studio. But for the grand finals, the scale would be elevated: the Nanjing Olympic Sports Center, the decisive battle at the pinnacle of Mount Zijin.

Although his face was handsome, it was precisely because of his good looks that he had to wear one; otherwise, wherever he went, he would attract peach blossom luck and unwanted attention, which was certainly not what she wanted.

That voice was soft and gentle, as mesmerizing as the person before her. Those ink-black eyes were exceptionally beautiful, and from them, Shen Xi could clearly see her own dazed reflection. She abruptly stepped back, only to forget that right behind her was the bath pool.