Volume 1, Chapter 33: Too Late

The only impression she gave him was one of extreme purity—pristine and unblemished, as if all the filth in the world were incapable of drawing near her.

As someone from the twenty-first century, Mu Ge was well-versed in such tactics. Although he knew this fellow was only here to claim a share of the profits, he had no choice but to accept it.

Lord Yan Chun felt it necessary to re-evaluate Wang Zheng; otherwise, he might find himself suffering a loss at Wang Zheng's hands without even knowing how it happened.

Zhang Bingkun's face darkened instantly. It was true that he had spiked the water with mustard, but for him to repeat the words Wang Zheng had spoken? How could he possibly bring himself to say them?

Not only him, but everyone else's eyes lit up as well, eager to see what methods the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Sect possessed to face their enemies.

"No, no, you can't do that, you'll fall right down. Don't." Ling Yue hurriedly spoke to Wang Hao, urging him not to proceed.

He let out a faint sigh and, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked up toward the deeper reaches of the chaos, where an ancient and rustic Taoist temple stood.

To think there would be a duel between these two? This was truly a feast for the eyes!

If he hadn't reacted in time just now, he likely would have been defeated by Rukia Kuchiki.

Like those two nations, the Empire, under the leadership of Hu Yizhou, was also continuously bolstering its naval power.

Upon seeing the emerald earrings before her, Fei Keru, who understood luxury goods well, recognized their immense value, and the greed in her eyes was immediately laid bare.

And so, when Zhi Qian opened her eyes again, the twin Bodhi trees and the sea of Buddha-bell flowers had vanished. She found herself in the middle of a wasteland, surrounded by a desolate landscape.

Shi Nian thought to herself, then got straight out of bed and entered the bathroom in Chu Xuning's room. Fortunately, his room had an en suite; otherwise, she would have been far too embarrassed to step out.

***

Liu Xiao stumbled backward and, seizing the opportunity, turned and ran. Luo Yunxi, however, would not let him off, following closely behind.

"Go on out. Just remember that this matter has nothing to do with you. No matter what others say, it is enough to remember your original intention for coming here," Gu Xicheng said, waving him away.

Feng Lan's anger remained unabated. Even in front of Mo Xi, he felt no sense of wrongdoing, glaring fiercely at the door of the storage shed.

Yi Sheng was no fool. Ya Shu’s service on their wedding night and the auspicious white cloth were the best proof; he knew very well that Ya Shu had been a virgin.

"Fell from the sky?" Tu Lian narrowed his eyes. He was certain that Luo Yunxi was not of the Sorcerer clan, yet she could use sorcery. Could it be that she came from the same place as the Sorcerer Lord?

In this moment, though it was clearly a good thing for her, her heart was filled with tension and unease.

I scanned the surroundings. According to what the stutterer said before he lost his sight, Old Wang was thirty meters away from us. In other words, as long as we rounded this bend, we should be able to find traces of him.

I buried my face deep in his chest, for my face was already as flushed as a purple eggplant from embarrassment.

After he left, I gave an awkward laugh. First, I whispered a few words to Sister Lihua, mostly to inform her about Su Mengke’s situation, and then I asked her to head home, primarily to prevent her best friend from gossiping. Only by sending Sister Lihua home could I keep her friend in check.

In that case, his sins wouldn't be too heavy, would they? As for Lin Feng's true attitude toward the other four families? Pfft—Young Master Lin Feng wouldn't even give it a second thought.

The forbidden spells of ice and fire were completed simultaneously, and the entire red space shuddered violently, as if the apocalypse had arrived or the entire realm had plunged into the deepest, harshest hell.

"It seems the Emperor has also heard about what happened yesterday. There is no need to avoid Sizhen; I have just heard her recount the events of yesterday. Would the Emperor like to hear it as well?" The Empress Dowager tapped her fingers on the table rhythmically. For some reason, Sizhen, who stood to the side, broke out in a cold sweat.

Xu Yelin usually held the psychological specialist clinic at the hospital, only making rounds in the ward on Mondays.

***

Xue Mi nodded thoughtfully. Master Luo waited a while, and seeing that Xue Mi had nothing more to say, he quietly withdrew.

My heart felt as if it had been suddenly and viciously sliced open by a sharp blade, causing intense, unrelenting pain and endless bleeding.

The cultivators were both shocked and delighted. The purple-robed cultivator remarked, "Only a body grown to such proportions is worthy of the title 'Emperor'."

Li Jun, in the lead, was gradually losing ground; in his current state, he simply could not withstand the brute force and swordsmanship of the Tyrant Eagle. Meanwhile, Lin Tai and the Soul-Stealing Eagle darted among the others, evenly matched for the time being, with neither gaining the upper hand.

At this very moment, Haibara Ai’s desk was covered with paper sheets torn from Sakaguchi Shizuka’s treasure hunting manual.

Wang Dao did not judge Mi Zhen's thoughts. She had her own stance, and as a principal, her desire to control power was understandable—given her age, one could imagine she often faced obstacles in her work and had accumulated much dissatisfaction, so some of her methods were reasonable, though he certainly did not care for them.

The recovery of the "Grass-Cutting Team" during that previous period had truly been stressful; now, at last, one could breathe a sigh of relief.

When it came to emotional attacks, no one in the whole of Country A was a match for Miao Fang; even Robin admitted he was inferior to her.

He had only taken a few steps back when Xiao Qitian, with long, decisive strides, appeared less than a meter in front of him. If he did not throw a punch now, he would likely be captured by Xiao Qitian before he could even strike a blow.