Volume 1, Chapter 61: [Calamity Furnace] The Strange Odor

I'll sign it, I'll sign it. I hurriedly signed my name. The young man packed up the receipt and walked away without even turning his head, as if fleeing.

That period of time imprisoned in Zhaoyang Palace, stripped of her imperial concubine title, and pushed into a bottomless abyss by Zhou Xianrui—whom she had considered a soulmate—was something Xiao Jinxuan would never forget even in death.

There was no help for it; Xiao Hun's appetite wasn't really that good. After eating just a few bites, he left the noodles sitting there. But remembering how worried Yin Mengli would look, Xiao Hun got up, walked to the bathroom, poured the entire bowl of noodles into the toilet, and flushed them away.

Afterward, Xiao Hun rushed out of Yin Mengli's ward like a gust of wind and sprinted toward the rooftop of the First Hospital.

"Elder Sister, I'm just going to take a look. Regardless of Consort Wan's usual behavior, the child is innocent. After all, he is also His Majesty's flesh and blood. As a healer, my conscience won't let me ignore this." With those words, Ling Ruoxuan got up, supported by Bingyu and Mengchun, and stepped out of the Lanling Hall. Muer also hurriedly grabbed the cloak from the clothes rack and chased after them.

Fuqu was far too chatterbox-like, whereas the Second Young Master of the Xiao family probably preferred quiet. Every time she spoke, his expression turned rather unpleasant. Therefore, if she truly wanted to be with him, she would likely need to change this personality of hers.

Haosheng's fame in City A was not built on opportunistic tricks; it genuinely gathered many exceptionally talented designers, something Ruan Bing could not compare to upon her arrival.

A long while later, a taxi stopped at the entrance of the cafe. Through the glass, Duan Hongfei caught sight of Yin Mengli and eagerly walked to the cafe entrance.

As for the second half of his statement—that Xiao Jinxuan helped him out of his predicament—that was indeed true. If not for her assistance, Qian Yunhong would likely still be under the thumb of Princess Huayang, suppressed by his biological father, with no prospects in sight for inheriting his title of nobility.

The man was around fifty years old, with a dark complexion, eyes tightly closed, two heavy twin-peach eyebrows, and very stern facial features. It was clear he had been in a deep sleep for a long time, yet his complexion was surprisingly good, and his stubble was neatly shaved. At a glance, he had clearly received exceptionally fine care.

Gu Weicai frowned and inquired, feeling a strong sense of danger emanating from the fifty people behind him, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

However, he was no pushover either; known for his speed, while he couldn't dodge entirely, it wouldn't be fatal either.

"Then are spiritual weapons better, or dharma implements?" Yuan Chongzuo continued to ask, seemingly having some thoughts regarding Evil San's words.

I voiced my own question, but Rui Yunjing did not answer. At that moment, the two people in the arena had already begun to move, so I stopped asking and began to watch the battle closely.

Yet at this moment, he had no idea how thrilling and exciting this scrutinizing gaze of his was to Hua Chun.

Gu Xiaoxiao usually could at most cook a bowl of noodles, and even then, half the time they would end up undercooked. She felt immense admiration for such a master chef who cooked so deliciously.

Even if she waited for Xuwei and the others to leave the Sifang Market, the other party would surely have taken precautions long ago. Moreover, with so many people watching, wanting to leave not a single trace behind would likely be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

This was a medium-scale clothing store, covering hundreds of square meters, offering a wide variety of fashionable yet affordable clothing. Consequently, many people loved coming here to buy clothes.

She had already witnessed the excellence of this gaming console, so she believed the server side must achieve an equally outstanding performance.

All of this was her own fault. Shen Qian felt an overwhelming hatred toward herself; she and Fu Shen were simply unfit to be parents.

On the eightieth floor of the space, only two remained. The three of them exchanged glances, each burning with a towering fighting spirit. Clearly, upon reaching the eightieth floor, their original tacit understanding was about to break. Whoever they were, everyone wanted the remaining origin fruits, and a battle was inevitable.

"What do you mean by proper?" Kang Mang'ang said, "I'm very proper, alright? You guys just lack a sense of humor!" Kang Mang'ang said with a straight face. After saying it, he was surprised himself: When did I ever come up with something so profound?

When the energy released by Kang Mang'ang was detected by Zeus, Zeus failed to detect any energy reaction from Oceanus. At that moment, Hermes nearby sent word that Oceanus had already been taken down by Kang Mang'ang, and upon hearing this, Zeus flew into an immediate rage.

"We meet often. I'm that Anbu big brother," Kakashi said like that.

"Damn it!" A sun that never sets instantly rose again in the depths of Kang Mang'ang's heart. This guy was definitely here just to provoke him.

Sophia never expected that someone would beat her to the punch upon arriving at the Sun family, and a conspiracy revolving around her had already taken shape.

"The Radiance Envoy, Uchiha Hikari? Indeed, hearing your name is not as good as meeting you in person. Hello! I am Uchiha Gen!" With a flash of amazement on his face, Uchiha Gen felt a sharp pain at his waist and hurriedly introduced himself.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to forget that the outfit had been stripped off a dead man, and slipped it onto himself in a few swift motions.

The Samadhi True Flame Bottle also gushed forth Samadhi flames, intertwining with the cyan and red-interlaced fire.

"Back so early today?" In the kitchen, Kushina looked at Minato in pleasant surprise and asked.

She reheated the half-pot of old hen soup left over from last night, scooped out the chicken meat, and dropped noodles into the boiling broth.

Shisan Ke pedaled a bicycle, weaving through the traffic as the distance between the two vehicles grew shorter and shorter.

Jun Chen and Liuqian Yang moved simultaneously, the speed of their explosive momentum causing the air to crackle like popping beans.

"Would you like me to explain a couple of problems to you later?" Fang Xing looked at the surrounding gazes and issued an invitation to study together.

Her eyes lit up, and she was already prepared to say "No need to thank me," or "If you really want to thank me, you can repay it with your body," and so on.

At least, riding a bicycle wouldn't be so bumpy, and you could enjoy the roadside scenery along the way; it was quite an enjoyment instead.

Wasn't it because on several occasions, when she was starving to the point of endurance, she had to dip into her own pocket and rely on her coffin money to survive?

Just as the car turned right, he saw a familiar figure sitting on a rest bench on the pedestrian walkway ahead. He pulled over to the side for a moment and then got out of the car.

For the next two days, Ziyangzi stayed at Wuchenzi's house, either drinking tea and discussing Dao with Wuchenzi or strolling together through the countryside, relaxed in mind and spirit, carefree and at ease.

Yunjue, Lanyan, and Mojingxuan successively deployed their spiritual weapons, tightly guarding Yundan and Landai on either side.

With calm poise and resolute determination, she used her own life to trade for the last glimmer of survival for everyone.

And little did he know that the subsequent punishment would be the most agonizing part for him. This grudge was truly set in stone; he would definitely send people to teach Buzheng a lesson—to teach him a lesson until Buzheng voluntarily quit this martial hall.

"Since we've entered the Forbidden Territory, let's wipe out the people of the barbarian kingdom first!" Ye Chen said in a deep voice, temporarily pushing those thoughts aside.