Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Liar's Unforgettable Memory

Mu Chuchen did not expect him to do this; she was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened her eyes.

Of course, the Bull Demon King was unaware of Tang San's true strength. He believed that the only reason Tang San had reached the Flaming Mountains without being killed by the demons on the road was thanks to his sworn brother, Wukong.

His point was valid. Dealing with Mr. William alone was enough to exhaust her, and had Gu Jiu not been there today, she feared things would have been even more troublesome.

"I mean, don't you think there is something wrong with the spiritual energy over there?" the person dressed in white Taoist robes asked in a very calm voice.

Seeing that she embroidered flowers beautifully, Yuying felt a sudden curiosity and enthusiastically asked Cuihua to teach her how to embroider flowers and plants. Thus, the cotton met the thorny rose, and the two became inseparable from then on.

"Me?" Mu Chuchen looked at the stunned doctor, then at the pitiful-looking Gong Qianchen.

Gong Qianchen suddenly kissed her fiercely, his posture domineering, leaving Mu Chuchen wide-eyed in astonishment.

"If the Empress Dowager insists on punishing this servant, I have nothing to say. But the child in Lady Lu's womb is your own grandson; does the Empress Dowager not care about that at all?" Yun Yao looked up, staring straight at Empress Dowager Jiang as she asked this.

Although the enemy had been eliminated, Li Yi had been forced out of his ethereal state. Having such an unprecedented opportunity ruined made him furious. He glared at Wu Qingyun with murderous intent and, without a second thought, unleashed a Storm Slash.

The remaining demons were left with severed limbs and jagged wounds that looked like stones scorched by lava.

Before the man arrived at the foot of the mountain, Liuli Yuanjun had already ordered Fuyun Nuan to respectfully wait for him there.

Because most of the powerful cultivators recorded in history came from sects and influential powers.

In such an environment, there was no such thing as a "hothouse sprout," because any cultivator who truly was one would have already perished.

As the chaos dissipated, a magnificent purple-red palace tower appeared before Taowu. The sky here was also a deep violet-red, devoid of a single bird.

Ling Jiantong recounted everything she had heard and guessed in one breath, without leaving out a single word.

To strictly guard the secret of the Hai-Ming Mountain tomb and ensure as few people as possible knew about it, what Scorpion said was indeed a major problem.

Watching Wang Bin rush over brandishing a utility knife, Fan Guoqing had nothing left to defend himself with. With a sudden burst of strength in his left arm, he pulled Yanzi into his arms, switched places with her, and instinctively raised his right hand to block the downward strike of the knife.

Thinking of this, the Black-Horned Dragon did not hesitate; it flicked its tail, sending a massive spray of yellow sand toward Qin Sifan, who was charging at it.

These guards were not much different from her own shadow guards; their martial arts seemed even superior.

In the conference room of the Shenjiang, Lu Mingyuan was discussing the current situation in New Jiang City with Zhang Zifeng and Hong Shaoyu.

Luo Xin did not dare to easily refuse a summons from the Holy Language Priest; such a prominent figure would command respectful bows even from her own teacher.

The white-robed man’s words were filled with arrogance and contempt. Indeed, this was the gap between inner-sect and outer-sect disciples.

As a former police officer in the anti-drug squad of the Chonggang Branch, Xu Hao was all too familiar with the branch's various police stations. After making a call, he drove Han Xin to the station.

He wore a deep crimson robe with sea patterns, looking at the three members of the Xingping Earl’s family with a mocking smile as they performed their dramatic family tragedy, waiting until they had finished their display and knelt down obediently.

There was no longer an underground river here, and one could go straight to the Elf Forest. If everything went smoothly, they would reach it in three days.

Seeing this, the Flying Thunder Dragon let everyone climb onto its back. "Brother Qin, come with us!" Gu Qin said, her eyes slightly red as she looked at Qin Sifan from the dragon's back.

He seemed to have grasped something, and then he pulled that thing out with a fierce tug.

The fleets in the cosmic void watched them silently, as if they were letting their prey run far away before starting the hunt.

So... his inconsolable grief after losing the child was actually a form of fulfillment for her and Shen Chizheng.

Here, farming did not require machinery, but manual labor. However, because the tribespeople all possessed some spiritual energy to help, the farm work was relatively easy and not that backward.

"Reincarnation of Van Gogh? How come I didn't know about that?" Liang Baoguang was even more confused. Painters were not Living Buddhas; there was no such thing as reincarnation for them.

In the Heavenly Realm, what everyone feared most was not the supreme Heavenly Emperor, but the Archangel Su Song, who had barely appeared before them in years.

Sang Qingqing grew interested; she shook it and then retracted it, gradually figuring out the pattern, and then asked Sang Jue to try as well.

"An excuse. Tell me, now that you've met his uncle, shouldn't Senior Brother Dongfang take you to see your future in-laws next?" Ji Wei was still curious.

As a result, they not only didn't stop him but even looked supportive, making Xiao Yang want to complain: "Guys, have you forgotten your mission? How can you just let me act so recklessly?"

Even though Mother Ning refused his gifts every time and even turned him away, Dongfang Yu never stopped his annual visits.

In the scroll, there were the meetings and conflicts between Chen Xiao and Lan Ruoting, and finally, their joint confrontation against the experts of the Holy Demon Clan. In the face of crisis, they began dual cultivation.

"This method is good, but interrogating the Marquis is your job. If I get involved, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. Besides, Lei Gongwang may not fully trust me. If he doesn't let me go, there's nothing I can do," Xie Gongbao said.

Lu Shanmin briefly explained last night's events, without mentioning that Fat Man Jin had paid Liu Qiang to deal with him.

This yellow-faced man who called himself Ma Desheng was a complete thug. He bullied the weak, feared the strong, and committed countless evils. He was notorious in the city, but everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak out; even the Demon King experts did not want to invite trouble.

This Pure Yang Purple Fire shared the same properties as Heavenly Fire; the Earth Rats and Blood Crows could not withstand it and fled in all directions.

"Your second brother gave it to you; he naturally has his reasons. Do you think your second brother is a fool?" Chu Zifeng looked at Lin Yu and scolded him.

Lu Shanmin replied with a firm gaze, "Grandfather once said, 'The world is a furnace, and a gentleman should not be a vessel.' Although I am not a gentleman, I will not forget Grandfather's words, nor will I forget yours."