Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Dao-Seeking Banquet, Three Questions for Chu Yuning!

Sui'er received the order, stepped forward, grabbed the old woman by the collar with her left hand, and began to slap her fiercely back and forth with her right.

She lacked the innocent brilliance of a six or seven-year-old child; it had taken several attempts for her to finally make Big Head lower his guard.

If martial arts films are Hong Kong's greatest hallmark, then comedies have always been a strong suit of the Hong Kong film industry. Comedy is a universal language; there are few countries or regions that do not produce them, as it is the genre most beloved by film audiences everywhere.

Beyond this, the entire virus camp suddenly seemed as if it had taken a stimulant, launching an all-out invasion against the Chaos Base.

"Dad! It’s not like I can just have a boyfriend whenever I want one!" Ji Xiaolin flushed with embarrassment and glared at Ji Chang, then secretly stole a glance in Wang Wence’s direction, looking shy before she even spoke.

Yan Mo returned, wanting to save Dai Yuchi, but he knew he was powerless. He wanted to take Dai Yuchen away, but how could she abandon her brother? No matter how he tried to persuade her, he could not make her leave.

Mu Shaoyun sat in the shuttle, watching that familiar figure being transformed into an ugly, monstrous demon king. Yes, that was the Monkey King.

The championship medal was heavy, representing the highest honor. The team members who received it were beaming with joy, drooling as they endlessly caressed the prize.

"Since you have obtained the Gravity Stone, come up and fight me!" Gonzalez roared, his terrifying sonic waves echoing across the arena, leaving countless people with buzzing ears.

He had expected the partition wall to take a long time to open, but to his surprise, it took only ten breaths.

"Is Director Lin in? I need to see him!" Returning to the temporary office of the Thirteenth Institute, he saw that tower of a man sitting on the sofa outside the director’s office, completely absorbed in scrolling through his phone.

Jiang Xing’s body was hunched like a septuagenarian. His bones were brittle, his elbows twisted—one hand turned inward in a figure-eight, the other bent outward—making him look like a puppet controlled by an uncoordinated hand, his posture frozen.

Director Lin’s tone became even more aggressive. His fury left me feeling lost and ashamed, as childhood memories of a short-tempered father slowly surfaced in my mind. My body began to stiffen, and my thoughts gradually descended into chaos.

It felt as long as a century; the flow of time around them had slowed to a crawl. Only when a verdant figure slowly descended did time in that area return to normal.

At that moment, a streak of colorful light flashed in the sky, a sign of auspiciousness, as a spring of creation manifested.

The expression on the face of the Great Vajra shifted instantly, the previous ease and grace vanishing entirely.

Upon reaching the control room, Jiang Xing had already learned the basic operations from Qiu Xinxin. Moreover, as long as the navigation system was set, the galactic vessel would operate automatically. Unless faced with galactic currents or black holes, manual control was rarely needed; under normal circumstances, these ships were unmanned.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. It’s just a matter between the four great families," Lin Feng said, changing the subject.

The scent of death closed in. His eyes were filled with terror, and his whole body shook uncontrollably. A warm stream flowed from his crotch, running down his thigh.

Having followed the old man who fished there before, Gan Ning knew the mountain stronghold’s paths and layout by heart. Without any effort, he surrounded the central Justice Hall and the residences of the main leaders.

She wasn't studying this out of spite; she genuinely wanted to find a good match for Ren Xiaoyou.

The slender figure was wrapped entirely in black clothing, wearing a black veiled hat that obscured her face.

Xue Rong had originally felt the name "Gousheng" sounded a bit unpleasant, so she had considered the name "Goudan" for the child instead. But given the current situation, she feared that if she told her husband she had chosen the name Goudan, he would likely reject it outright.

Ever since the Zhen family moved their center of operations to Jiangdong, their total wealth had nearly doubled in just two years.

Er Qiao put the documents in her arms into a drawer, thought for a moment, and locked it before taking some tissues and heading out.

Dingxiang shook her head. "Mother, I’m fine. It was my own willfulness. Besides, if I had gone along, I probably would have only caused trouble for Mr. Lin and the others." Now that Mr. Lin had left, it was too late to say anything.

No matter how much he ranted and raved, Meng Tian maintained a smiling face, saying, "Thank you, thank you for your high regard, but regarding the future, I have my own considerations."

Sheng Zeyan checked the time; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. After breakfast and cleaning up, it wouldn't be too late.

The Hou family also attached great importance to the couple’s visit. Hou Nana’s mother and three sisters-in-law had all returned and were already busy in the kitchen.

"Through our observations with a scanning tunneling electron microscope, we discovered that this material is not metallic, but a silicon crystal."

"This is the first time in the world, the first time in human history, for an ultra-long time jump," Yimu said.

"Although there is trouble, I haven't parted ways with you yet. Let’s go," Kennis said.

They arrived at the underground dormitory, called up Aite, Gaius, Laura, and Alisa to clear the basement of the old school building.

Alice and I, who had been preparing to retreat, looked at each other in bewilderment, standing frozen and not knowing what to say.

"What’s so special about you? When my master arrives, he’ll buy your lousy teahouse outright. You’re supposed to be cultivators, yet you judge people by their appearance..." The beggar-like cultivator spat a few times.

Hou Junji didn't even glance at him, let out a sigh, then suddenly turned and strode away. Even though his hands were bound with hemp rope, the great general walked with his head held high.

However, Fuyue Yuko did not turn back to lecture Li Huamu. After all, they had been under those gazes the entire way; did she really have the time to teach every student what it meant to be upright?