Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Eccentric Mother-in-Law Grows Envious
Lu Zetao chose not to respond. He knew well that if he let the argument drag on, there would be no end to it. Furthermore, he had already experienced Su Wanyue’s formidable nature firsthand; if the Tian sisters did not leave before she lost her temper, they would likely be driven to madness. Though their affairs were none of his business, he did not want things to become too unsightly in his presence. Tian Hua still tried to stir up trouble, but Tian Juan, unwilling to let her sister suffer any further, pulled her away in a dejected retreat.
"Zhou Qingqing, come with me to the principal's office." Her tone was cold, as if she had already passed judgment on the girl.
In an instant, a thick, ominous aura billowed out from the room and lunged straight toward her.
Hearing that the silver was to be distributed immediately, Liu Rumei and the others cheered with joy. Lin Zhengyang, however, secretly sent word to the grand market, insisting that every creditor owed money be summoned at once.
Upon returning to the Tranquility Palace with the princess, it was unexpected to find that Princess Chu Xiaoxiao’s attitude had softened considerably.
Lin Zhengyang nodded. He was familiar with Cui Yunfei’s character and trusted that Old Ding IV would recognize his name; having him as a witness would be enough to clear his father’s name of injustice.
Unable to even control his own emotions, how many female beasts would ever care for a broken beast prone to sudden fits of madness?
He sensed his condition and was astonished to discover that his strength seemed to have improved significantly once more.
At this moment, she was filled with genuine regret. If only she had known... if only she had known, she would never have indulged Li Dan; she should have paid the medical expenses and compensated Sun Miaowei immediately after the incident occurred.
Just then, a figure arrived from the distance at high speed, landing before them in the blink of an eye.
"That's right, it's a bit like that stuff the foreigners love to drink. What was it called?" Qian Yuan could not recall.
Why was it that in the hundred years of Konoha’s history, only the Second Hokage and Minato Namikaze had managed to master the Flying Thunder God Technique?
Ximen Yan, however, had yet to grasp the situation. With his rage left unvented, he lost his former elegance; his handsome face was now twisted into a hideous expression, devoid of the composure expected of a young genius at the peak of the Five-Pulse realm, appearing instead like a defeated rooster squawking in the yard.
Yan Sanxiao remained in a state of mental confusion, requiring a period of recuperation to allow his vital energy to complete a full cycle within his body before any real improvement could be expected.
He had spent a fortune on the man and cleaned up every single murder he had committed, yet those ghosts had still laid the debt at his own door.
Saruyama wanted to say something, but Saeko was sitting right behind him, so he felt embarrassed to spout any more nonsense and could only signal Rito with his eyes. As “best friends” of many years, Rito understood exactly what Saruyama meant.
When creating this world, Akihiko Kayaba hadn’t thought that deeply about it; he had simply wanted to create an alternate world. All of this was merely to fulfill a childhood dream, and even the subsequent plan was nothing more than a way to add a unique vitality to this world.
The Four Mansions intended to have Tang Shuai appear within the War Mansion to leverage his talent, challenge the War Mansion’s policies, and force his clansmen to stop acting like cowards so that they might join forces with the Four Mansions to resist the Angel Clan.
He stood there with a head of white hair, clad in black athletic gear, his chiseled, rock-hewn face radiating a cold, murderous air.
"Indeed, those who know nothing are the happiest. Even if the world were to end tomorrow, they could still smile today. As for my efforts, I shall simply perfect every experimental step and strive to avoid any errors," Meng Meng laughed.
"Thank you!" Gu Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the receiver, and skillfully dialed Mo Yehan’s number.
"I have no intention of waiting for them to launch a desperate counterattack; I am merely providing an account for this restless year and setting the stage for the next," Guan Yin stated plainly to Zhao Lianlong the moment he landed.