Volume One, Chapter 50: Provoked to Tears

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Feeling guilty and fearful that Kakashi might discover the trouble, Tomie could only add more canine-like traits to Parker’s thoughts.
At the beginning of early spring, the yin and yang intermingle; the cold dissipates, yet warmth does not become heat. During festive times, ornate decorations on the hair are appropriate.
During meals, silence is observed. After five people finish dining, they spend a brief moment chatting leisurely with Empress Li Zuo’e, while Gao Yang departs early on some business.
Overall, the majority of the dead belong to Zhang Yunfeng’s side; the disparity in numbers and strength causes their casualties to snowball dramatically.
Most meals are arranged by the Imperial Kitchen Office according to fixed portions and seasons, with the servants there deciding the details themselves.
Since he is regarded as a formidable rival by the rulers of neighboring states, it is clear that Gao Yang initially truly bore the aura of a magnificent and ambitious leader.
Shi Qiuhui’s heart turned green with envy, surely because she was stealthily observing the honor guard, hoping to find an opportunity to infiltrate, but she was discovered and her intentions discerned by the princess’s people.
In his view, perhaps Asa’s body cannot withstand this overwhelming power, necessitating its sealing during normal conditions.
Claude, the Dark Magic Sect Leader, watching his magma forces fail to break through Qin Ming’s ice powers, instantly switched to a different mode of attack.
While many hesitated, Yujing Tower chose to concede some prosperous areas; fifty years later, they would hold the same contest every decade—the winner would claim ten years’ worth of profits, with the contract valid for ten thousand years.
Neither from the perspective of the Wei Duke’s mansion nor General Ye’s estate could the two families be united through marriage.
Turning a winding passage, his divine sense detected an opening ahead, though the space was not large—about a mile in radius.
With a swift stride, he rushed to the first foreigner, repeating the same move, the same target, and the same result—the foreigner crashed heavily to the ground, unconscious.
The first night passed without incident, except for some weary soldiers occasionally stumbling while on watch.

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Just as Dream was about to head toward the Immortal Sword Sect, a strange elder clad in blue brocade mysteriously appeared before him, reaching out a large hand to grasp him.
It was commendable that she could accompany Lin Xiaohuan in the room for so long; if it had been anyone else, Ling Miao would have long since abandoned her and left.
Wei Yefeng, however, remained energetic; seeing her unable to walk, he enthusiastically grabbed her collar and, tugging and supporting her, ‘invited’ her back to the room.
A wondrous feeling enveloped this land; at this moment, most cultivators swallowed nervously, their eyes shining with jealousy, admiration, and hatred.
The door behind them was unseen, yet the scene made many swallow with awe—it was simply overwhelming.
After they left, Xiao Yang and his companions ate heartily for a while longer; then the time reached just past one in the afternoon.
In truth, Xia Zimo also liked this doll-like girl; the first impression was very good.
A mere misunderstanding sparked a scandal that tightly bound Man Yun and Yun Feng together.
Su Buqi did not rush to respond; after dismounting, he dragged down another person from the horse who bore a striking resemblance to him—Su Jinyan, who had left with Yi Chenjing during the retreat of the distant army.
His eyes glanced anxiously at Xiao Yang, quickly shaking his head and making a whimpering sound.
Xiao Yang smiled wryly; even if missiles were truly deployed, although they could wipe out some puppet soldiers, the effect would hardly be significant.
After seeing off Concubine Jing and Su Yan, Yi Chenjing brought Bai Qige to Huixi Residence. Bai Haocheng mentioned that someone had secretly surveilled and briefly clashed with them last night, leaving Bai Qige deeply worried.
She stared blankly at the drop of blood, feeling both amused and helpless. A wedding dress must not be stained with blood—poor thing, after months of embroidery, it was now ruined in an instant.
He gripped his throat in disbelief, unable to imagine falling into such peril in a moment. Though he could not utter a sound, he could act to alert other masters within the stronghold.

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Disappointment flashed in Yun Feng’s eyes. Just now, hearing the ruffians boast loudly and watching them handle their knives so skillfully, he thought they might indeed have some skill worth testing. To be honest, since coming down from the mountains these days, lacking beasts for target practice, his hands had been itching.
He had thought life would continue peacefully, but an event today changed his entire destiny. Actually, it wasn’t a change, but rather his true fate only began from this day onward.
Faced with the elder sister’s complaints, I could only smile; no one wanted to speak the truth, and besides, I was doing it for her own good. I believe the elder sister understands this.
After this incident, the day had grown late, and the sunset bathed this bustling, prosperous city in a warm glow, lifting everyone’s spirits.
Whether in decoration or utensils, most were coated in pitch-black hues—though vampires sometimes favored golden items, they generally could not use gold or silverware; their dining tools and everything else were made from wood, steel, or bone, which naturally darkened over time.
“All right, you go to that seat over there,” Ah Zhaohong said, pointing with his hand, causing the entire class’s expressions to change.
I said nothing and did not ask the driver to stop, for I knew they would catch up.
One might say that the so-called “Pope” is now shrouded in mystery—whether alive or dead, existent or not, no one truly knows.
Amidst rising flames of war, the first day of battle between Qidao and the Yamaguchi-gumi quietly ended. As the sun rose and fell, night silently cloaked the land, and Mount Fuji was once again hidden in darkness. A covert struggle unfolded, with successors of ancient martial arts from both sides emerging from the shadows.
“Everyone else, please leave. Qingfeng Island is about to turn to dust; if you don’t leave, you may vanish with the island,” Zhaofeng said last, stepping toward Feng Lin, appearing as an ordinary middle-aged man.
Looking down, I suddenly noticed that Qi Qi’s knees were tightly wrapped in towels, originally white cotton, now stained crimson with blood.
After the mortal blow failed, the Yuan Spirit of the Hongni Demon King had long since drifted away, leaving his body behind. He feared the Purple-Blue Twin Swords, whose annihilating power to slay gods and demons was terrifying.