Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Twist of Fate Leads to Marrying a Plain Bride

For many workers, a month’s supply of industrial coupons was only enough to cover basic household expenses; it was impossible to save up ten of them to buy a piece of quality fabric for clothing.

Chu Yifeng, ever the man of rigid obedience, remained in his dazed state and turned around to head straight outside.

The palace opening ceremony had concluded, but the World Assembly had only just begun; the formal competition was scheduled for the following day.

Jiang Huijia was truly amused, not brewing some terrifying devilish scheme in her laughter as Ziyuan Shisi had imagined.

Wen Tongren also smiled, and a faint smile appeared on Wen Tongling’s lips. The tense atmosphere that had just solidified instantly eased.

With the matter brought to this point, the two brothers fell silent. Yet, could Sheng Yu really dismiss that person with just a few words?

As for those using English, Russian, German, French, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Portuguese, or Italian, online netizens took the opportunity to promote the tracks, asking who dared to claim that the Great Chinese Empire lacked good music.

At the center of his chest, five glowing magical stars, complemented by a hazy, ethereal radiance, outlined the shape of a funnel, announcing his noble status as a five-star mage.

"No, Old Tian, we came here because we have a favor to ask. Do you think it’s possible?" Li Xue said with a smile.

She leaned against Zhu Guangping, her voice as soft and fragile as a mosquito’s hum, looking pitiable in every way.

At this moment, the maid from the Hua residence approached Leng Qinghan. She said nothing, but tears like pearls soaked her beautiful face.

"Master, I concede, Master, I concede!" Weixin had known all along that he had figured it out; he was merely testing him on purpose.

Perhaps it was because the youth had returned to the mountainside, bringing a sense of life to the area, that a dense, misty demonic fog began to swirl again. Vision became inexplicably blurred, and the purplish-red mist engulfed everything like some kind of unidentified toxic gas.

"Yes, what a truly beautiful woman," a hunchbacked young man exclaimed loudly.

A sense of sorrow welled up from the depths of her heart, spreading uncontrollably throughout her body. She tucked the note into her pocket and sighed heavily to herself.

"Captain, we are willing to leave the food, but we must take this shell with us," Cheng Zijin said.

Beyond this, he could think of no better way to ensure his and Shen Yixue’s safety in the God Realm, so he could only acquiesce.

Zhong Zhi and Le Youqing exchanged a glance and nodded in unison. "Yes, yes." In their eyes, since Jian Youchen had arrived, the situation could no longer worsen.

Bai Yun glanced at the corpses of the green-robed disciples being carried away one by one, realization dawning on him. It must have been that after Sect Leader Xiao arrived at Wanfo Terrace and saw his own disciples acting as accomplices to these men in black, slaughtering orthodox disciples, he had taken action to purge his own ranks.

Xin Chong took the prepared cigarettes from his pocket and handed them over along with a lighter; they were Lin Ruoru’s personal belongings that had been confiscated after her "confession." Before coming, she had asked Daliang for them.

"Right? No one expected it, but it appeared nonetheless. So, the opportunity has arrived, and no one can stop it!" Li Zhi said with a lazy smile.

The Northern Cold Palace was located to the north of the Snowy Mountains. It wasn't actually far—only about a thousand miles. At their current pace, Ye Meng and the others could reach it in nearly half a day.

Just as he pulled the trigger, the bullet fired by Mo Xiaosheng had already pierced his skull. As he was shot, his body caused the barrel of his gun to tilt slightly upward.

After saying this, she grabbed her bag without another word and rose to leave. Once outside, she felt the intense sunlight, put on her sunglasses with an expressionless face, and walked straight to her red Ferrari before driving away.

Moreover, not only was he using his power to solve problems for those around him, but he was also fundamentally changing the trajectories of their lives.

Zhang Jiao rolled her eyes at him and boldly planted a kiss on his cheek, though it felt more like a headbutt in a brawl—fierce and domineering.

Thinking of the Demon Seal, if that mass of black energy were absorbed by the other man in black, that man’s strength would surely increase.

Pawning is like a mortgage; ownership does not belong to the pawnshop. Sale-leaseback is the opposite: the original owner continues to use the item, but the ownership has been sold.

Zhao Li’er wore a cunning smile, then reached out and flicked both of their ears hard.

Yao Yi looked at a few comments, wondering if everyone had nothing better to do on the weekend than scroll through their social media feeds.

That was the goal for which he had been cultivating, only he hadn't expected that this goal would involve eliminating him.

Madam Lu looked at them, sensing something was wrong. In the past, whenever her son brought Rubao home, had she not always sat by her side?

Yun Luoyang never imagined that he would be outplayed by Lu Pen, who used his unique basic attack kiting technique to humiliate him.

"Hey! I’m still freezing! I have to go to the sewer to find my arm!" McGray screamed.

But that single basic attack drained another 100+ HP from General Fat. While firing off his Q skill to burn and chase with auto-attacks, Brother Leg kept dropping harpoons to slow him down.

Hardening Song: By flapping its wings and inflating its throat sac, the monster plays a melody of orange waves, enhancing its own physical defense and that of other monsters, while also slowing the deepening of wounds or temporarily suppressing pain to some extent.

According to Ge Yi’s conjecture, this zombie should be on this back mountain, but perhaps even further, on the mountain behind the back mountain.

"Hahahaha..." The old man laughed loudly and swung his weapon again, sending two beams of light slashing toward Leng Baixue and her companion.

Xiao Jiu didn't even look; she turned into a wisp of cloud and appeared behind the mountain, grabbed the floating sword, swept it from the peak to the base, and then sheathed it.