Volume 1, Chapter 45: Who Cares About Her

"Speak!" Ge Rong felt like kicking the guy to death. One look told him it was nothing good, but with so many people present, he couldn't avoid it.

Yabuki Eijuro was one of the few Japanese who still maintained the martial spirit. He admired people like Xingyu the most, so if Xingyu refused to fight him seriously, he would indeed feel as though Xingyu were insulting him.

Scarface wanted a private settlement partly because he dared not reveal the mastermind behind the scenes, and partly because of his own calculations. He realized that his actions constituted criminal offenses and met the sentencing threshold; if he didn't resolve the matter through a private settlement, he would end up in prison.

The third option is multi-location filming, which requires conceiving high-end film genres with massive investment budgets, drastic environmental changes, and demanding extravagant immortal-hero and historical costume productions.

"Betrayal? Impossible. Zhong Ru has always been a disciple of Fairy Mountain and would never collude with you demons," Fu Shixi said in disbelief.

Supreme Prodigies in the initial stage of the Martial Marquis realm are further divided into two tiers. Those who manage to break through to the Martial Marquis realm before the age of eighteen belong to one tier, while those who do after eighteen belong to another.

Hua Jieyu shouted out. Without needing her to repeat the second half of Wu Siyou's sentence, Leng Yueningxiang already knew what she ought to do.

Therefore, ancient practitioners of Taoism and immortality also emphasized four contributing factors: method, companion, location, and wealth.

Fu Shixi led me to fly directly onto another mountain path, and we walked along this path for another day and night before finally arriving at the foot of Ruoshui Fairy Mountain.

Contrary to what they had imagined, upon entering, there was neither the stifling heat of a melting furnace nor any soot-blackened walls. Instead, it radiated the scent of sunlight, like a quilt dried on a clear day. The walls were plastered with natural materials like glutinous rice lime, presenting a grayish cream color. Everything appeared meticulously decorated.

Li Jun and the others had no idea what Ye Wutian was up to, nor did Li Jun bother to pay them any attention, burying himself in his own work.

Wei Ziyang had not expected that a single remark of his would anger Feng Wan to such an extent. He glared at Feng Wan, his long, slanting phoenix eyes wide open. Seeing her face flushed with shame, tears welling up in her eyes, and her bare legs appearing seductively white—such a combination of alluring and pitiful beauty—when had he ever laid eyes on it?

To be on the safe side, it was better to kill them one by one. Spatial Slash selected the nearest bloodthirsty wolf and struck out. With a sudden twist of his body, his sword gleamed with a hint of golden light, and Dragon-Breaking Slash was driven straight into the bloodthirsty wolf's belly.

Now the passion of the masses is burning like fire, but there will come a day when this blazing passion will burn you to ashes.

Ren Lijuan's injuries had not yet fully healed, and her spiritual will was even weaker; to achieve this step, she would likely have to pay a heavy price.

Damn it! Holy Dragon really pulled off a massive joke this time, actually summoning the legendary Holy Dragon, and what's more, this Holy Dragon is the Holy Dragon Emperor. This Liu Ling has truly given me quite a heavy gift.

The next day, as the deadline set by Li Jun drew closer, almost all attention focused on Yanran Group, everyone eager to see what methods and measures Yanran Group would adopt to cope with it.

The mysterious figure quietly retreated at some unknown moment, as if he hadn't been pressing step by step just moments before to claim his target's life.

Just as Yuan Shao was agonizing over this, a single rider rushed out from the coalition forces. Clad in green robes, straddling a tall, red-tasseled steed, and wielding a crescent-moon blade in his hands, he charged straight toward Murong Chen.

Xiao Botai arrived just outside the office. The migrant workers waiting across the way saw him emerge, and with a rustle, they perked up again, gazing at him with eager eyes, not daring to draw a full breath. The courtyard was frighteningly quiet; if you hadn't seen the hundreds of people right in front of you, you would have thought the place was completely empty.

The Emperor and the vassal kings are brothers, members of the same family. When they bicker amongst themselves, why should it implicate us poor wretches who break our backs selling labor to pound out words?

Feeling the dense wind element in the surroundings that felt like being submerged in water, Lin Yunxi made a silent judgment: if it were ordinary cultivators whose strength was below the Grandmaster realm, they would probably find it hard to move an inch. Even Honorables, unless their attributes matched, would be immensely affected, as staying here was equivalent to constantly fighting against an endless wind-attribute divine domain.

Aside from the sound of the wind, the snoring in the porch, and the occasional bark of a dog in the street, not a single sound could be heard. Gradually calming down, Luo Jingyun reined his thoughts back into the mission of tonight.

Zhang Ziqiang frowned. What kind of tactic was this? Instead of focusing on the station leaders, he was hanging around these departments? What on earth was Lin Yuming thinking?

Though she felt it was somewhat inappropriate, she did not push him away, docilely shrinking her shoulders and letting his scent intimately envelop her.

In this unequal marathon of love, Chen Zihao would forever remain the vulnerable party, with all the initiative resting entirely in the hands of Ji Ran.

The demon cultivation clan had always been united, yet arrogant. They had always believed that anyone who offended them—regardless of whether they were right or wrong—must be eliminated first.

"Bitch, where have you been whoring around again? Get your ass back here immediately," came the drunken voice of Ma Kai, carrying harsh curses through the earphones.

"The county magistrate refuses to dispatch the county troops; this is an act of defiance and rebellion, and he should be executed after his crimes are counted." Meng Zhi was the son of Meng Zhengqin; whenever an issue arose, he would invariably list out the perpetrator's numerous crimes.