Volume One, Chapter 28: Thrashing the Cheng Family Patriarch

He bowed his head and kissed her speaking lips, holding her wrists firmly. The kiss was gentle yet deep, lingering over the shape of her lips again and again, as if he could never tire of it.

After Wu Huan finished speaking, he smiled slightly at Le Fan. He then glanced at the elders, and upon seeing the smile on Elder Wu’s face, he knew he had said the right thing—and, more importantly, the truth.

There was no point in trying to hide it, for it could not be concealed. Divine beings in the Heavenly Realm would surely deduce the truth; even if Ye Mo’s destiny was formidable, it would be within their power to at least divine who had killed the Old Man of Dripping Water.

"My name is Guilisha, not Nuanqing anymore!" Guilisha’s gaze continued to search the surroundings relentlessly, her brows furrowed, her teeth gnawing at her lip.

Although it was not a major offense, if he kept playing these games, they would never have any peace, so it was better to teach him a lesson.

When Ling Feng returned to the Dragon Realm with forty-eight demonic beasts at the middle and late stages of the Firmament Realm, the entire dragon race was stunned.

Xiao Lang felt somewhat helpless and had to indulge Tang Yun. Fortunately, Yun’er’s pregnancy was not proving to be too difficult.

Han Wei, Li Hua, and Liu Shi did not return home for the New Year, choosing instead to stay and keep Old Zheng company. Han Wei and Liu Shi had only known Old Zheng for about half a year, yet they had already become brothers-in-arms. Although Li Hua and Old Zheng had both worked at the Archaeological Research Institute for many years, they had previously been mere acquaintances; their current relationship, however, was worlds apart.

In contrast, only Lin Qianye remained expressionless, as if the Stone of Ages held in her arms were nothing more than an ordinary rock.

This matter had already been decided long ago and needed no further discussion; Gao Sheng simply had to proceed as originally agreed.

Jun Luoyuan also sensed her change. Aside from looking at their two children, she now regarded everyone else with indifference. He frowned deeply—what exactly was the missing piece of her soul?

Yang Chen weighed the keys in his hand, then flashed a brilliant smile and waved at Ron.

"Come back." Following Sun Miao’s shout, the black flame instantly flew to her side and enveloped her.

At first, he had been a little afraid, but after seeing it so many times, Qiao Yi felt numb, no longer affected by the sight of severed limbs.

I picked up a wire from the ground, bent it, and inserted it into the keyhole. Pressing my ear against the lock, I turned the wire and listened to the sounds inside.

"The Young Master keeps dodging the question. If you are afraid, you might as well just admit it." Xuan Minzi’s eyes darkened as he pressed Feng Jingyu relentlessly.

The old father struggled as if trying to say something, but all that came out were muffled whimpering sounds from his throat. His voice was exceptionally hoarse, as if he no longer had the strength to speak.

Gong Chenchen remained cold and detached, as if he had not just uttered such shocking words.

At this moment, the men in black who had arrived under Gong Chenchen’s orders immediately subdued Wang Zifeng and Liu Nana. Gong Chenchen began to search the area at once, but discovered no trace of Du Banxia.

"Donor, you must not do this in the temple again; it violates the monastery’s rules," Jue Yuan said very earnestly.

I rushed back home, only to find my father, mother, and younger brother all gone. My legs turned to jelly, and I gripped the doorframe in disbelief.

If they held onto these overpriced vegetables, they would only end up stuck with them in the end.

The Emperor’s gaze involuntarily fell upon Bai Qingyan, who kept her eyes cast down in silence. But if this were a trap set by her, what could she possibly be hoping to gain?

Word came that the princes were vying for the throne: the third prince had been deposed, the second prince was at the height of his power, and the fourth and sixth princes had been enfeoffed and sent far from the capital.

Thus, to prevent trouble, he practiced his demeanor before the bronze mirror at home for a long time, but who would have thought that before he was ready… the burden of providing the silver would fall upon his shoulders.

Therefore, once he had calmed down, Mourinho would absolutely not accept being unable to command the match from the sidelines, thereby giving his opponent a chance to turn the tide.

The cyan longsword carried a terrifying piercing force, carving a fissure into the surrounding space before striking deep into the belly of the Cyan-Wind Demon Wolf.

Magistrate Zhang could not block him; at this critical, life-or-death moment, there was no time for hesitation, as there were many follow-up matters to arrange.

Ye Yingnan understood; what Xiao Rihai meant was that if they wanted the imperial edict, they had to show their true hand to the Great Zhou.

Suddenly, a golden pressure filled the entire domain, and the golden spiritual energy forced the "Rock-Fierce Evil Dragon" to its knees, unable to move.

Immortals have the advantage of being able to manage their own souls and act autonomously; ordinary people do not have such luxury, as they are dragged away or taken, and no one can escape the path to hell.

"How could you be fine? You’ve been asleep for three days! We were worried to death!" Shi Yusheng looked at Feng Xi, his face full of concern as he examined her from head to toe.

The Hongwei territory is covered by an intricate network of water, with a well-developed river system and abundant rainfall. The Min River, Muyuan, and various streams flow through the township, and a tap water plant has been built to provide excellent conditions for agricultural irrigation and daily life. Thus, agriculture has always been the primary economic source for Hongwei, a major agricultural township.

Liu Yun gave Han Ling a rough summary of what had just happened in the fencing hall. During that time, the top expert of the Han Family Fencing Hall was struck off the stage by a single slash and a punch from the people of Chang'an.

Time ticked away, and a bead of sweat rolled down Xi Yan’s forehead, finally hitting the ground.

At a time like this, shouldn't it be the moment for a domineering CEO to throw money around to sweep the internet, suppress negative news for his beauty, and silence all dissenting voices?

Bo Jingsi had never envisioned such a possibility; even if it did exist, he would subconsciously ignore it.

Therefore, Lin Feng dismissed the idea of letting his senior sister concede and instead focused all his attention on the competition.

Because the survival of a gang is closely tied to its combat power. Most gangs rely on various site fees and entertainment venue revenues from their territories to survive, and the number of territories—and the capital available to open entertainment venues—is directly linked to gang competition.

The Taiqing Palace and the Chongxu Temple were not far apart, separated by only one mountain ridge. Chu Minghua pondered the location and decided to go to the Taiqing Palace first; since the Chongxu Temple was on the mountain peak, if she could find the results at the Taiqing Palace, there would be no need to climb the mountain.