Chapter 178 Who Do You Think You Are

At this moment, Young Master Wang was also blinded by rage and harbored extreme resentment toward Shen Guodong.

Seeing Young Master Wang looking so anxious, Shen Guodong smiled and said, "What? Have you really forgotten who it was that ended up lying on the ground and rushed to the hospital last time, you little punk?"

Liu Yuru was somewhat bewildered by the scene. Having witnessed Shen Guodong's dominance firsthand last time, she immediately frowned upon seeing Young Master Wang come over to stir up trouble, and said, "I must say, Mr. Wang, we only came here today for a simple meal, and we are paying customers. This private dining room was booked in advance as well. It’s not a matter of whether you welcome us or not..."

Yet, the pressure of reality makes it very easy for one to snap back to sobriety, only for excessive pressure to drive the mind back into fantasy, repeating in an endless cycle.

Right at that moment, Ruan Lingqing’s vision blurred as Tang Feng suddenly darted out from the side amidst the yellow sand, holding a Nether Ghost Dagger that thrust straight toward her waist.

In those days, an apprentice in a city factory earned only fifteen yuan a month, while regular workers made twenty-something or even thirty-something yuan.

"Just look at all those sickeningly sweet love letters in your Weibo posts; they are something else. Looking at them gave me goosebumps all over." Unable to help herself, Jiang Jiayi spoke slowly, clearly not seeing anything wrong with what she was doing.

Although the third sister-in-law, whom her third brother had sweet-talked and tricked into marriage in her past life, was very filial, she still couldn't overcome the fact that her third brother wasn't family-oriented. No matter how filial the third sister-in-law was, she lived a life of exhaustion. Later on, when the children were a bit older and the family burden grew heavier, every time she saw the third sister-in-law, she wore an expression of utter fatigue.

The tightly closed door was pierced with several holes, through which a few wisps of faint, flickering light penetrated, illuminating her fair face.

As for Lin Yi's terrifying, elephant-like strength, Big Ghost had already experienced it once before. Seeing him adopt this posture now, it was clearly even more ferocious than that casual kick from earlier, and likely varied depending on the person.

When the rest of the family finished their work in the fields and returned home, learning that Lin Shu had sold the Phellinus igniarius and made quite a bit of money, they were all overjoyed.

Glancing at Wei Miao, who was lagging behind with a gloomy expression, and then looking at the young man blocking the path dressed like an old farmer, Lin Shu felt a momentary sense of disorientation.

Dropping all the fresh blood from his fingers into the water vat—which had no bottom—and looking down along the rim, the entire water vat resembled a bottomless black hole. The blood continuously spread outward, blooming like enchanting plum blossoms in the snow.

With a sudden burst of speed! Liu Tian executed a secondary acceleration, whipped around a corridor corner, and sprinted downstairs.

Not only had the Hundred Flowers Valley set up mechanism traps within the valley itself, but they had also deployed them within a three-mile radius outside the valley.

The only martial artist connected to this land was Ye Yiming, and besides, that fellow had already been crippled by him.

Watching blankly as her husband's corpse instantly turned to dust, the Mistress of Hundred Flowers Valley froze in place. She had desperately preserved her husband for decades, never expecting that today she would truly lose him forever.

It was unclear whether the presence emanated from the robed figure or was merely a lingering, wandering remnant soul within the Songshan Sect that had failed to depart.

By the time the sky had grown completely dark, the changes within the cavern finally ceased, and a pool of Yunxian Spring was fully revealed before everyone's eyes.

If it were in the past, upon seeing Tong Yan, they would have had to kneel and pay their respects. But now, times had changed; Tong Yan was no longer the Young Master of the Ghost Sect, so these ghost servants naturally had no need to pay him any heed.

Guan Jia wore short hair, keeping her head lowered with her face deeply buried in her locks. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and her cheeks burned with a fiery blush that spread all the way to the tips of her ears.

The four teams advancing from the winner's bracket into the semi-finals would be equipped with a "guardian angel" revive effect; even if they lost the match, they still had the loser's bracket matches to play.

A true championship contender must possess the confidence to face defeat head-on, regardless of the circumstances.

The God Fist Lee Sin leaped up and flew out of the tower. At that moment, Kennen accelerated and crashed into the Blind Monk, but it was already futile; Kennen's stun failed to interrupt the dash effect, leaving him to only watch as Lee Sin wove his way out of the tower.

Before Finger and Gudean could even breathe a sigh of relief, their hearts were instantly hoisted right back into their throats.