Volume 1 Chapter 66: Such a Contradictory Person

Looking at the incoming tide of black-armored cavalry before her, Gu Chen knew she could no longer run, as every direction was completely blocked. Her only chance was to fight her way out with her sheer martial prowess.

Her martial arts were far from weak. Although the Life-奪 Gold Bells were not on her person at the moment, this all-out strike was still not something anyone could easily parry.

At this very moment, a look of anxiety filled his face, yet as he spoke, his gaze fixed upon Chen Rong began to drift.

Gu Chen was just about to refuse when his shoulders slumped. He clearly and distinctly felt that the spiritual power within his Dantian had been halved. Veins bulging on his forehead, he roared in anger.

Now enveloped by that swirling stream of smoke, Gu Chen appeared like a glowing sun, dispelling all the darkness within the divine temple.

However, she was now the fiancée of the Phoenix Group's young master, so no matter what, the residence they arranged for her could not possibly be poor. True to her expectations, it was exceptionally wonderful, bringing her great peace of mind.

"That being said, Third Brother must have finally figured things out. But if he has figured it out, why would he choose to leave alone?" After figuring out Zhang Fei's state of mind, Guan Yu fell back into doubt.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and the waters of the Northern Sea began to churn, causing even the immortal cave to tremble slightly. He Qingfan nearly lost his footing and, caught off guard for a moment, had no idea what was happening.

With the first four acupuncture needles placed, four remained. Ye Fan held a needle in his right hand while his left hand hovered in a palm strike, hesitating to act. Seeing that Ye Fan had driven in forty-five needles in a single breath before suddenly stopping, Tang Jin immediately understood why. At this moment, her heart was already pounding like a startled fawn from being touched all over by Ye Fan, and she thought to herself, if he ends up touching that place, whatever shall I do?

Gu Chen froze slightly, feeling somewhat puzzled. What did exchanging wedding bows have to do with Jun Hui? Was this girl out of her mind? Why was she spouting such nonsense?

Mo Ting hurriedly cupped his fists and replied, "Wan Ping, why don't you greet Senior Brother Wang?" Upon hearing Wang Weidong state his affiliation, the previously arrogant Wan Ping was momentarily stunned. Then, her expression softened, and she shed her haughty demeanor. "Greetings, Senior Brother Wang. Wan Ping pays her respects."

"Cough, cough." Suddenly, Mu Yi, who was lying on the bed, began to cough. Lan Xin hurried over to her side. The moment Mu Yi opened her eyes and saw Lan Xin, she let out a cry, "Master!" and threw herself into Lan Xin's arms, weeping.

Although they had already learned beforehand that the one guarding Evil Sun Ridge was Ashina Simo, it was only when facing him in person that one realized how terribly tricky this matter was.

At this, Li Dazhuang could no longer restrain himself. He hastily snatched the chopsticks from Old Man He's hands, picked up the plate, and began to devour his food voraciously.

Even Cen Fanxing herself was somewhat surprised. It turned out that the person who understood her best truly was her rival. Look at Su Qingran—she had all those little preferences of hers completely figured out.

The Illuminati had truly spared no expense this time, even deploying over a dozen large transport planes. Utilizing modern military tactics, they air-dropped an elite special forces unit directly ahead of one of the three advancing columns of Phoenix City, intending to annihilate this force through a pincer movement from front and rear.

To successfully slip inside, Mo Yuntian had no particularly brilliant schemes; he simply disguised himself as a brocade-robed guard, as he possessed the official tally.

Subconsciously, she wanted to rush forward to help, but after a moment of hesitation, she recalled Frank's instructions just moments before and quickly turned around, heading toward the inner palace.

Plushenko spread his arms wide, looking just like a god gazing down upon all living beings. This gesture closely mirrored the pose of the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, revealing the profound arrogance and domineering spirit within Plushenko's heart.

Today, however, because Shaoli had another matter to attend to, she concluded her consultations early. Shopkeeper Wang wanted to invite them to stay for a meal, but Shaoli politely declined.

Thus, Chen Fan had become their hope. For Chen Fan to inherit the throne had always been their aspiration. Previously, while Yang Guang was still alive, they dared not voice it, but now that Yang Guang was dead, they could not hold back for even a single moment longer.

Yet due to its abundant produce and massive population, coupled with Liu Fan releasing hundreds of thousands of captives, the region had long since recovered.

"You crude brute! Would things have reached this state if you hadn't provoked the Wolf King? Do you think you're the only one in a hurry? What use is your panic? If you keep obstructing us and miss the timing, it will be you, Xiong Tianetian, who caused Brother Qin's death!" Li Tianji shouted with rage, his hair standing on end.

In an instant, a mixture of humiliation and remorse surged through Dongfang Yan's heart. He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails nearly dug into his flesh, and a fierce sense of unwillingness rose wildly within him.

At this moment, the manor had long since transformed, turning into a vast, barren desert. Lin Hai resembled a traveler who had lost his direction in the endless sands, appearing desolate and helpless.

"You can get lost now." Sure enough that Sun Qian had not seen her "private" areas, Luo Fu immediately put on an expression that made it seem she desperately wanted Sun Qian to get as far away as possible.

"Hey, where are you two headed?" At that exact moment, Principal Wang Jinhu suddenly appeared. Seeing me holding Shen Haoying's hand as we headed out, a look of puzzlement crossed his heart.

Recalling everything since arriving at the Heavenly Ghost Alliance, Qin Yu felt as though he were in a dream. He had never imagined that within the Heavenly Ghost Alliance, human cultivators could actually be refined into heavenly ghosts.

At the tail end of his words, he intentionally raised his voice by an octave, questioning and mocking the other party for failing to keep their word.

However, the rule of grouping fighters into matches was abolished; instead, whenever a fighting ring emptied out, the next pair of opponents would immediately step up to fill the spot.

Wan Wanxin merely sat there with poised grace, effortlessly overshadowing the presence of all the domestic servants and mistresses packed into the room.

The elevator doors slid open, and a squad of riot police in black gear came pouring out. Every single one of them was fully armed with live ammunition, exuding a murderous aura as they sprinted toward the tail cabin.

Many students recognized Morin, and a few even greeted Professor Charles, asking what they were up to. With so many portraits also chiming in with protests, it would be extremely unwise for Professor Charles to make a move against Morin under the watchful eyes of so many people.

Although the leaking water pipe belonged to the apartment upstairs, as a precaution, all the households affected had to be inspected.

Yet in the hearts of the common folk, Li Ye was truly a benevolent ruler who cherished the people as his own children, to the extent that whenever they encountered a joyous occasion, they would invariably shout "Long live!" to vent the emotions welling within their hearts.

This man in black had constantly appeared in his memories, yet why had he now suddenly manifested directly in reality?

Besides, the private defense company's operations were based in Hedong. Having a local military force without spending a single penny was naturally something the imperial court was more than happy to see.

The exterior of the zither seemed carved from glacial jade, crystal-clear throughout. Under the illumination of candlelight, it appeared even more brilliantly radiant.

"If the Jing family wins! The Tian family's third-tier black spirit bead mine will naturally belong to your Jing family!" the head of the Tian family said with a smile.

Prince Zhou had originally assumed that he was smelting glass merely to make windows for his own residence and had even intended to decline the offer. Only upon hearing this explanation did he realize that glass was not merely an object for aristocratic scions to flaunt their wealth; in the hands of someone who knew how to use it, it held far more practical value.