Volume 1, Chapter 41: You can eat whatever you want, but you cannot say whatever you want.

"Some matters, such as those concerning Chen Hu, you should tell him. As for what comes next, no one will stop you regardless of what you decide to do! Let's go! I will take you away," Xiao Yunfei said indifferently.

"The old butler has quite a powerful set of lungs. Do keep shouting; let's see just how high your decibels can go. And ultimately, let's see how many people you can summon, or rather, what kind of people they are? I am looking forward to it," Xiao Yunfei said calmly, his tone laced with mockery.

"Husband, he’s so arrogant! Beat him to death, beat him to death later!" the chubby girl continued to clamor. The black man, however, remained steady, his gaze filled with vigilance as he watched Zhang Donghai.

This man possesses such deep schemes and a venomous heart. Lin Piaoxue silently cursed herself for being foolish and failing to guard against Li Junxiu.

Before the words had even faded, Lin Yifan leaped like a giant roc, soaring into the air, before transitioning into a fierce tiger-pouncing strike, his hands transforming into tiger claws as he lunged downward to grapple with him.

When encountering demonic beasts along the way, he would evade them if possible; if evasion was truly impossible, he would unleash a flurry of profound-tier martial techniques to finish them off in an instant.

The two fought in an inseparable struggle, a clash of blades and shadows. Moving back and forth, they battled from mid-air to the heights of the sky, and then back down again. Gu Xian Batian tried to descend to the ground, but the Old Dragon King would not permit it. Although the Fire Phoenix below could not intervene, it guarded the space beneath, preventing Gu Xian Batian from landing.

More people collapsed to the ground, and there was virtually nothing left intact within the clubhouse. Outside, even more people lay at the entrance. In this quiet commercial street devoid of pedestrians, only the countless flickering city lights bore witness to the brutality of the battle.

What disappointed Mo Fan even more was that this Fengsheng beast, for some reason, had learned many techniques that did not belong to its nature.

A martial arts genius? That was not even worth considering. Even if a martial arts genius were to stand at the top of the national martial arts rankings in the future, they would still be no match for thousands of martial arts experts.

Her brown eyes, hidden beneath dense, long lashes, were as deep and distant as an abyss. Thick, moist mist moved slowly within them, refusing to dissipate—confused and sorrowful.

Once she had set down the person she was carrying, Chen Baiqi was finally able to stretch her stiff and aching limbs.

Even the news of her comprehending twelve types of alchemy in four months, and her agreement to duel Yao Xinghai at the Alchemy Assembly to pit their skills against each other, had already spread.

Bai Zhi looked closely; those were not night-luminescent pearls, but rather plants she had seen somewhere before. It was the leaves of those plants that were glowing.

The Empress Dowager having Princess Changle bring her into the palace clearly showed that she wanted the two of them to have more time to interact and get to know each other. And just now, inside the carriage, she had cornered me, so now I was receiving my retaliation.

"She was caught running a rigged gambling game in Macau, and they cut off three of her fingers." After saying this, Fu Chan suddenly burst into uncontrollable sobs, crying as if the sky itself had collapsed.

She shifted her gaze to A-Yan, who stood before her. This was the first time she had seen A-Yan dressed in red.

The fat middle-aged woman was stunned, her lips trembling, but she could no longer utter a single deceitful word, her expression deeply conflicted.

As the Cangyue army arrived, dusty and weary, at the outskirts of Pingling County, and before they had even reached the city gates, Chen Baiqi, who was riding on the same horse as Young Master Cangyue, received a warning from the system.

That Wen Liang would die was a certainty, but the process of his death was full of variables. She could not guarantee that she would be able to capture him alive and bring him to the Wen family's judgment chamber for execution.

"So, you are aware that you are clamorous?" Nie Fenghua could not help but laugh. He was quite self-aware, after all.

In fact, why not say that Guan Jian was lucky to marry me? I am quite exceptional, too. Although I waited until I was twenty-seven to get married, I am, nonetheless, a genuine, good person.

Ever since the last incident, the Princess Consort of Tongda no longer cared about family seniority; she treated Nie Fenghua as someone who shared her own plight, directly changing her address to "younger sister" and asking Nie Fenghua to call her "elder sister."

Just as I was thinking of something to say to ease the awkwardness, Meng Dongxue suddenly reached out and took my hand.

Upon running over, I saw from a distance that quite a few people were lying scattered about, along with many corpses.

Yang Yan and Yang Xi were the names of two other department heads—a pair of sisters. They usually had the least presence, as one could tell from the description of the "Water God Drowning the Heavens." But it appeared now that having no presence did not mean having no strength; they were likely the student council's secret weapons.

"Of course that’s fine. Besides, dinner is still a little ways off, you two go ahead to the room." Mom naturally agreed; she wasn't afraid of me doing anything untoward at all, and even proactively encouraged us to stay in the same room.

"So, you're saying we have to take a trip to London to rescue one or perhaps several idiots who are even less reliable than our own crew?" Abu was also shocked by the news Johnny had brought.

Meanwhile, at the ancestral grounds of the Three-Eyed Fox clan, that ten-thousand-year-old monster also opened his eyes. He no longer looked as he had before; his entire body had regained its vitality, and he possessed an aura that hinted at a breakthrough to an even higher level.

As they were speaking, another man approached—an American in his 40s wearing a black coat, with a handsome face, a high bridge of his nose, and sharp, chiseled features. As soon as he arrived, everyone present stood in awe and rose to welcome him.

We all turned our heads in unison to see a man in a leather jacket and sunglasses walking in, accompanied by three young people.

It was clear that this was the effect of the Red Dragon Grass. A single stalk of Red Dragon Grass had not only saved Da Hei's life but had made it increasingly powerful, bringing it closer and closer to the strength of a spirit beast.

Every time I saw Shen Xiuzhe surrounded by so many people, especially that time at the Scarlet club when he burst in with such a large crowd, I felt...

He knocked his head against the floor until it bled, staining the floorboards red. Baby puffed out her cheeks, staring at him unblinkingly, without making a sound.

The big cat was very dissatisfied with my attitude, but it was helpless, and I dragged it away with eyes full of resentment.

She had said such polite, superficial words; even if Fu Shaochuan were infatuated, he still had enough self-respect to understand.

It is said that the faces seen by a physiognomist are completely different from those seen by ordinary people, which is why they are able to discern a person's past and future just by looking at their portrait.

His few sentences allowed me to connect some clues. So, he was the Yin-Yang master who had been by Qian Ming's side. No wonder he looked familiar when we were in the underworld; it was him.

I took a quilt and moved to the guest room. For the time being, I don't think I'm willing to fall asleep looking at his face.