Volume One, Chapter 35: Evil Spirits!

She liked to sleep in camisoles, regardless of the season, and her walk-in closet was filled with all sorts of camisole nightgowns.

When he saw that tightly closed door, he immediately understood: Kuang Longhu and Sun Sanshi had already arrived. Without hesitation, he strode forward, knocked lightly a few times, then pushed the door open and entered.

Yet at the very moment Lin Bufei called out, it seemed as if the old man in the projection actually heard his voice. He raised his head, and on that aged face was an expression filled with utter disbelief.

As the button was undone, Luo Feng’s hand had already slipped inside. His eyes grew increasingly amused, a smile playing on his lips.

Grandma Shen had never expected Su Yuemeng to strike her with such cruelty in broad daylight. Completely off guard, she collapsed, her body tumbling uncontrollably downward. She felt excruciating pain all over, and her head suffered a severe blow.

The whole corridor seemed to dissolve like foam, turning into scattered starlight, while the hoarse tolling of a bell echoed like the world’s final death knell.

He shook his head disapprovingly and said, “To tell you the truth, this Si Han is quite mysterious. According to my investigation, since his debut, he’s never feared any authority. More importantly, he himself is the head of the country’s largest media company.”

Suddenly, a tall, handsome boy in a neat black-and-yellow academy uniform entered the train car.

Lin Bufei kept praying, hoping both he and Liu Xiaoxiao would have good luck—that neither of them would die in the next round of the deadly guessing game.

I released a hint of my aura, pressing them down until they nearly collapsed to the floor. Watching the cold sweat bead on their faces, I withdrew it again. This was the most effective way to intimidate.

This country, the world’s leading military and economic power, was where many wealthy people from Huaxia had chosen to emigrate. After all, the population here was sparse. Unlike Huaxia, where during the holidays, whether returning home by train or visiting tourist sites, crowds could squeeze the life out of you.

And so, with a call to arms, the bandits gathered before the fortress, while Liu Zhi, battered and worn, came out to face the enemy.

Jiang Ling cast a dispassionate glance at Chu Jiangkai. This guy chopped at people without malice? Judging by the force of his earlier strike, Jiang Ling had no doubt that, had he reacted a moment slower, he would have been cleaved in two.

Just then, Changting Luo saw a shadow leap away from behind Shafeng, deftly evading the pincer attack from Jun Ying and Xue Jinran.

Amid the chaos, the office door was knocked upon and an unremarkable sergeant entered.

“I think we can suppress the Ghost Gate. After all, they have their old rivals—the three great sects of righteousness—on hand,” Mo Wu said, having figured things out by now.

In my heart, I truly loved the look in that child’s eyes when he was violent—those eyes, intent on destruction, were especially sharp, as if they could become a sword of judgment, slicing through the endless sky.

The boy in the white shirt held his backpack in one hand and gently draped the other arm around her shoulders, shielding her from passing strangers. Seeing her eyes light up with excitement at the sight of jelly, the corners of his thin lips curled into a charming smile.

He didn’t understand why things had to be this way. In fact, he had already clashed several times with the mastermind. In each instance, no matter how he looked at it, he hadn’t held the upper hand.

Gradually, Mu Yuhan, with immense effort, took another step. So, in the stunned gaze of Shangguan Pengjie, Mu Yuhan began to walk slowly across the martial arena.

“I know you definitely scored higher than I did! Haven’t you always outperformed me? Stop being so modest!” Xu Leqiu blurted out, still following her own inner thoughts.

Later, Shuixin, in less than a hundred years, fully comprehended the Gate of Heavenly Locks and broke through it, and now she had rendered yet another great service.

The masked Anbu with the grey fox mask lay on the ground, glanced weakly at Li Ming, who stepped into the secret archive room, and then blacked out.

In their eyes, Mu Yuhan had slain the Ram-Horned Demon God with such effortless ease. Yet they had no idea how perilous it truly was.

If the Great Demon King Piccolo were to rule the world, even if I wanted to hide, I might not escape his notice.

This... this can’t be! Du Shaoqing was dumbstruck. Judging by your tone, are you claiming to be the greatest master in the world?

He spat out a gust of azure demonic wind from one of his heads, which struck the crystal golem on the battlefield, shattering it inch by inch. Then, from his second head, a crimson wind billowed forth, dispersing all spiritual energy.

Empress Xuanren’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet she remained silent. There was nothing more to say. The facts were set; what good would words do now?

Most students were still reeling from the shock of the mathematics scores when the homeroom teacher quietly brought in the midterm class ranking list. For every student in the honors classes, this was a moment of intense nervousness and excitement.

By 10:30 at night, before curfew, Carter had the driver take Liu Mang and his group back to the hotel. Fortunately, the snow had stopped early and the roads weren’t blocked; otherwise, Coach Kruger would have exploded with rage.

It was rumored that Grand Duke Shalas’s Eastern Army had long had entanglements with the vampires, and had always been at odds with the Lopez family.

The blow landed. Such a wound in this area might be fatal for a human, but for a troll with such tenacious vitality, it was far from certain.

Time was of the essence; this live broadcast could be groundbreaking. So far, there had never been a live archaeological broadcast. This would be the platform’s first attempt, and Huajiao’s team was taking it very seriously.

The dragon soul within the Wandering Dragon Sword had been born of a true dragon. Confronted now with the challenge of the crimson flood dragon, it could not bear to show weakness. With a soul-shaking roar, a golden dragon suddenly appeared in the sky, bellowing at its adversary.