Volume 1, Chapter 40: Two Words, Passable?
Murong Jin took Chu Yuning's poem, raised his eyes, and cast a faint glance at him.
While drinking last night, he had probed the Zhou brothers, but they were quite hesitant, unanimously deferring by saying that once the matter was concluded and Yang Zijiang had settled his mind, he would naturally come to know the truth.
Shen Weichi heard the enthusiastic cheers of the fan support team from far away. The security guards of Wanxiang Company were already standing by with guns outside, but the fans assumed it was merely a scare tactic.
It was truly miraculous; the moment the flowing blood touched the medicinal powder, it coagulated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a short while, the bleeding stopped and the wound sealed.
Wang Jingnian clearly felt his wound healing rapidly; it recovered in a single breath, without even a scar left behind. The bottleneck he had never been able to break through vanished without a hint of warning, and as his body was washed over by a massive surge of energy, it was continuously repaired and strengthened.
Wang Man had willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, with a refined nose and lip shape—a classic beauty—but she always kept a cold expression, making it difficult for others to feel any sense of intimacy toward her.
Returning from washing up, Long Ruoxi happened to run into Long Fei. At this moment, she looked significantly more energetic than before.
He knew Gu Zizhen. Although he disliked sticking his nose into other people's business, he could not let someone who was lurking around and disturbing the peace go unchecked.
Qian Ruoyun opened his eyes, but his pupils lacked focus; one looked to the left and the other to the right, as if he were still asleep.
After some thought, and just to be safe, Yang Zijiang finally stopped worrying about looking cool and put on the riot helmet with a tempered glass visor, drew a portal, and entered the Demon Realm once again.
Just as they had said, there was no need for restraint, nor for any formal pleasantries; this was simply a family dinner, in both atmosphere and the food served.
Does pressure not represent true strength? Obviously, it does not. Pressure is also a form of strength. However, she had to defeat Chen Xiaoran. Without defeating him, she could not prove her strength, and without that, she would have no chance to see her father.
Her eyes darted away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I..." Her face flushed red with shame as she hurriedly put on her clothes and sat on the rug.
"Perhaps Aunt and the Emperor missed each other; let us search in different directions, we will surely find them." I consoled Amber while mentally contacting Weiwu.
Just then, the auction item on the high platform was changed. It was not carried up, but rather driven onto the stage from the backstage by a man in black.
The experience points rewarded for this type of material-gathering quest were pitifully low, and the gold coins were just as sparse. Having spent an entire week on materials, Tong Tian's ranking almost dropped out of the top ten.
This was not good news for all the players. Without system-generated soldiers, it meant there would be no such things as siege engines.
The assistant wisely chose to shut up. By now, Zhang Liang's face was flushed a deep red; if they hadn't been outside his office, he would have smashed the place to pieces.
"This... of course it can be used! My thanks to Master Yao for your guidance! I know what to do now!" Tong Sanchian's eyes brightened, and a smile of pure joy broke across his rugged face.
Zun Sha was already in a state of inner turmoil; how could he possibly withstand such a fierce onslaught from Cheng Junhui?
"What on earth! Where is your mind wandering? I wanted you to teach me light-body techniques!" Jiang Yuan hurriedly explained.
Half an hour passed in a flash. Relying on the vitality overflowing from the Hongmeng Flesh-Regenerating Jade and the Immortal Marrow Liquid, Chen Xiao finally managed to stabilize his injuries, preventing them from worsening any further.