Volume One, Chapter 32: The Elders Fiercely Contest the Top Rank

Lin Beibei really wanted to say, what kind of fate is this? It’s more like a fated tragedy, if you ask me.

She didn't know why Young Master Qin didn't gift that "Old Six" yesterday, but today, she wasn't sure if she would be that lucky again.

During the day, she had done a little research on Young Master Qin on the Yinlang platform. This guy was a heavyweight who had held the top spot on Hua Jiunong’s livestream leaderboard for an entire month.

In a high-traffic livestream room like Hua Jiunong’s, maintaining the top spot even once is difficult, let alone staying there for every one of the three broadcasts within a month.

He must be some wealthy young heir throwing money around just to grab Hua Jiunong’s attention.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the real Hua Jiunong, and a young master like that wouldn’t be chasing after...

"So, does that mean we’re going back?" Sili asked softly. Hager nodded, but Darui had a different opinion.

When the tank rolled over the U.S. defensive line, crushing the soldiers beneath it into a pulp of flesh and bone, the American will to resist collapsed instantly.

As soon as Wang Dadan came down from the mountain, he was defeated by Huang Zhenhu, and he felt extremely depressed.

Darui was startled and pushed his ocular powers to the limit, yet he couldn't find Jian San anywhere. Clearly, he had already escaped. He frowned slightly, feeling a sense of heaviness.

Inside were a massive number of ice elemental stones! Just as everyone was marveling at these elemental stones, Yixing pulled a letter out of the bag. "????" Everyone was even more confused. "What does it say?" They crowded around and finally saw the contents of the letter.

Darui landed steadily on the ground, his expression as calm and indifferent as ever, as if winning the match were a matter of course, without showing even a hint of surprise.

The ghost messenger stood there like a statue. After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice as stiff as a boulder.

After Huang Xuanling and his mother finished breakfast, he returned to his room to start sorting through the gains from this trial.

"Really? You... you aren't lying to me, are you?" Yang Xue had been blaming herself for her performance in the haunted house, but upon hearing Lin Yifeng’s words, she immediately looked up, watching him very earnestly.

The sudden, breathtaking beauty seemed to add a touch of brilliance to the world. Even Ji Tianfang, whose heart was firm and refined by the Sword Heart, was stunned for a moment! Not to mention the likes of Old Ancestor Blood Blade and his ilk, who were no good men to begin with; they stared with lecherous eyes, the green glint in their gazes making Feifeng feel nauseated.

During this time, Master Qingxiao had been looking after Great-Uncle, and since she couldn't attend the funeral today, Aunt Lu was now responsible for Yun Qinglan’s safety.

Ling Bozhou was surprised, and the conscious entity in his mind seemed to tremble, though that was only Ling Bozhou’s perception—in reality, there was no sound.

Although Sheng Chuncheng saw through his sunglasses that Xue'er's body was dim and gray, he could fill in the picture in his mind. While Xue'er had her eyes closed, Sheng Chuncheng peered over the rim of his sunglasses, observing her fuzzy silhouette outlined by the light.

This was no joke. Although the Five Saints Palace only occupied a few hundred square meters, this was the back mountain.

Teacher Li’s eyes seemed to be looking at him, but his gaze drifted past the side of his head, omitting him entirely; there was no one left in his eyes.

Duan Qiqing looked at the ground where he had landed, then glanced at the shadow pursuing him from behind, and his figure vanished from the spot once more.

"Enough! How dare you curse the Gu family? Who gave you the nerve!" Gu Zhiheng could not stand for anyone to bully Chu Xingran; in his heart, no one was allowed to bully him.

Seeing me wearing priestly robes, Zhao Haiwang knew I had some tricks up my sleeve to save people, so he took me to see the village chief.

"So it's true that Beast Tamers shed their skin during extraordinary transformations. I didn't expect it to be real; how curious." Ji An felt it was magical and smiled.

"Really? I also feel the Second Prince is very familiar. I think we must have met in a past life," Shiyao laughed and attributed his certainty to a previous life.

After Zhao Yi left, the soldier opened his reddened eyes. If the master treated him this way, how could he not be loyal to the master until death?

They went upstairs together, found the exam room, then went back downstairs together and rode their bicycles home.

King Xuan looked at the wound on his arm, thoughtful and secretly shocked: In such a short time, she was capable of turning stone into blades. If she went to summon the undead again, how could he be one hundred percent sure he could stop her?

During the math exam on the morning of the first day, Zhao Hui felt she hadn't done very well; some fill-in-the-blank questions were ambiguous, and there were some long-form problems she didn't know how to solve.

"Almsgiver, are you alright?" Seeing the blood flowing from Jiang Yuan’s body, Hong Yi’s face was filled with worry.

Zhao Hui took the water cup, drank some water, set it down, and leaned against Li Zhenguo’s chest. Li Zhenguo held her, and they seemed inseparable.

He was mocking the scarred man for being unable to afford the price, while his gaze swept over Shiyao. The sarcasm was unmistakable.

When Qi Yi heard the name Ling Shaojun, he lost his nerve, pacing anxiously in front of me, looking like a man facing an impending disaster.

"Leave nothing behind!" Mu Yi said coldly. Then, the seven figures fanned out from him, beginning to hunt down the demon and ghost clans according to his orders.

The logic was sound: owing money to the Imperial Guards was like a man hanging himself because he thought he had lived too long.

Once their body temperatures rose a little, their various functions would naturally recover bit by bit.

An anxious shout came from not far away. Turning his head, Lin Xiang saw more than 20 police officers rushing toward them, and with his sharp vision, he noticed the sweat of exertion on their foreheads.

"No, Third Saint Venerable, have mercy!" Another peerless powerhouse suddenly screamed. Unfortunately, he could only watch helplessly as Mu Yi raised his hand, a fist as white as jade descended, and the Yama Demon opposite him didn't even have a chance to run, eyes widening in shock.