Volume 1, Chapter 27: Young Master Qin, Are You Trying to Be the Death of Your Beloved?

Qin Youjiu still found it hard to believe that the girl in the live stream was not Jiu Jiu. As a level-70 die-hard fan of Hua Jiu Nong, he was certain he could not misidentify her face! It had to be that the people in the stream were deliberately trying to trick him. Qin Youjiu took another close look at the girl dancing on screen. She was wearing a light purple spaghetti-strap dress, her skin as fair and delicate as Hua Jiu Nong’s. The difference, however, was that while the dress in the same color series worn by Hua Jiu Nong was short and featured a plunging neckline, this girl’s dress fell to her knees and had a conservative boat neckline. Other than revealing her beautifully shaped collarbones and slender arms, everything else was wrapped up tightly.

Meanwhile, Ye Zifan had no time to spare for the landlady; he first dialed the emergency services and then proceeded to perform CPR on both individuals one after the other. The mage was left speechless, unable to understand why Asla would act in such an arrogant and unscrupulous manner. Gu Ling’er gathered the last remnants of strength scattered throughout her body and tried to stand, only to be swept up by a pair of strong, powerful arms.

The desolation of the stadium changed that day with the arrival of Yao Ming and Tracy McGrady. The appearance of these two global superstars suddenly turned the area outside the Yangyang Sports City into a bustling hub.

"Young lady, was it you calling for help just now?" Zhang Chu asked with a patient smile.

Luo Qinghan ignored the shouts of the two and kept his eyes fixed on the door; he had only one thought in his mind: to rush out and find her.

"How about this one?" Mother Ye leaned in and whispered into Great-Grandmother Zeng’s ear.

What surprised Nian Cui even more was that her master had gone into secluded meditation the moment she returned, practicing frantically day and night. Sometimes, she would sit down and close her eyes for several years at a time. Nian Cui had no choice but to guard her every step of the way, rushing to the Demon King for pills whenever they ran out. The Demon King was truly generous, giving whatever was asked for, always the best quality.

"Sigh, these days are so boring!" A lazy, sighing remark came from the roadside. The slightly hoarse, magnetic voice made people turn their heads involuntarily.

It had to be said that the ultimate ability generated by the Golden Bell Shield at the ninety-ninth level of perfection truly made Li Yunmu feel a surge of fierce excitement.

Guided by the presence of a cultivator, Principal Zhuang spotted Yun Song and Linda in the welcoming party at first glance. As he approached them, the two quickly raised their hands in a salute, while Zhuang Xibei looked them over with a smile on his face.

Yan Xuanfeng had been lost in thought over Zhu Chengbi for a long time. Even after Qian Sang boarded the carriage, Yan Xuanfeng remained distracted and absent-minded. But after all, Qian Sang was leaving; what else could he do?

"Not bad, right? I bought a matching dress for Weiwei too. She likes blue, so I got her that. When they both wear them, they really look like sisters," Liu Chunzhi said, very satisfied with her choice.

In reality, people like him, Wang Yang, and Chen Jianyu, who could reach the peak of the Inquiry Realm at this age, were not necessarily one-of-a-kind, but they could certainly be counted on one hand. However, compared to the other two, Sun Bing, with his fawning smile, seemed of a much lower class.

To understand why there is so much suffering in the human world, you must experience it personally. Only by truly suffering, hurting, and empathizing can one attain great compassion.

Dozens of visible white whirlwinds erupted from the tip of the Myriad-Kill Sword, sweeping toward the ghosts.

They had originally planned to find a coffee shop or teahouse to kill time, but while wandering the streets, they inadvertently passed a square where an art studio was hosting a live painting competition.

Because Mei Jieping had been ill for a long time and the rumors about the Mei estate had never ceased, Mei Yulian’s death, while not sparking too many malicious speculations, still left the Mei estate in a rare and precarious position, making it the center of attention.

Although Chen Yajing did not know martial arts, she was born into a martial arts family and had heard that only a Transformation-Strength Grandmaster could project internal energy to injure enemies. Seeing Yang Di condense his energy into a lifelike flower, she realized he must be a Transformation-Strength Grandmaster.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. What should have happened on their wedding night seemed to have been delayed for far too long.

As soon as Xia Mo’s voice faded, a familiar voice came from the doorway, tinged with a hint of playfulness.

"Mother, this is my own family business; I wish to resolve it myself," Huangfu You said calmly, though the resentment in his voice was clear to everyone.

Some people might not even see a Xiantian-level expert in their entire lifetime. Yet today, they saw six of them all at once, and they were standing right in front of them—not just rumors they had heard.

[Team] Vast Sky: If I don't call you sister, should I call you apprentice? In name, she is your master's wife now.

At the time, everyone believed Xiao Fan held the secret to attaining the Dao through martial arts, but Xiao Fan moved constantly, and many could not track his whereabouts, nor could they capture and coerce him.

Qin Aofeng’s exhausted body seemed unable to hold on any longer; he stumbled several times along the way, but Xia Bu either pretended not to see or kept humming some unknown tune.

However, that was a battle between ordinary people. This time, it was a clash between martial artists and cultivators, which could not be mentioned in the same breath.

Given the failed lesson of her experience with "Listening to the Rain in the Bamboo Forest," she really did not want to associate with so-called "great gods" and celebrities. The person before her had become a celebrity just a minute ago, so she had to stay away from this source of trouble.

"Damn it! I’m going to find Herrick and tell him the truth. I don’t want to be trapped here!" Lucius said, standing up and preparing to leave.

Upon reaching Weian City, in order to avoid suspicion, Su Yun deliberately ate lunch before setting off, making it appear that she was in no hurry and not overly anxious.

If it weren't for the sake of Song Ning’s self-esteem, she would have been happy to give her a set for free. Since Mother Song wanted a discount, she would collect a reasonable amount when the time came.

Inside a helicopter, Lirui looked at the scene unfolding before her, a touch of malice flashing in her eyes as she spoke coldly.

The air seemed to be fermenting with a feverish heat. A few minutes later, Ming Yi could no longer hold back and reached out to hook her arms around the man’s neck.

My uncle was in his fifties and naturally understood how I felt. He didn't stop me, only telling me that the house was no longer habitable and to go back and take a look, then come back later; he would leave the door unlocked for me.

She knew very well that this ancient tomb was exceptionally dangerous. She figured that after leaving this time, it was unlikely that ordinary archaeologists would be allowed to come in and excavate again.

In my mind, I recalled what Shen Yang had told me before the wedding—that his family still had an old house. Could it be demolition compensation money?

Looking at Yu Fei’s thin figure, I couldn't help but sigh. I had originally thought she was a winner in life—born with a silver spoon and blessed with good looks—but who knows what twists fate might bring in the next moment?

Liu Ming’s expression was grave as he prepared to intercept the ball, but Xu Lianliang used a feint to dodge him and sank a three-pointer.

As the group arrived at the palace gate, the attendants behind Xi Rong stopped. Xi Rong stepped forward, raised her hand, and traced her jade finger across the transparent, invisible barrier, causing ripples to spread out like water.