Volume 1, Chapter 38: To Like Is the Best Thing

"Let go." Leng Mochen's voice was chilling, his initial anger curdling into a malicious edge that made me shiver involuntarily.

But what could they possibly be discussing together? Bai Yulan hates me, and Zhen Man'er hates me too; could they be plotting some way to deal with me?

Yet he did not correct them. When the generals saw their commander so pleased with the title "Grand Marshal," it wasn't long before they stopped using even that, simply addressing him as "Grand Sima." It was a farce.

"Speaking of which, we have no idea what the old man might do next," Yun Feiyu said, his expression darkening with trouble.

After finishing his lunch, Liu Dazhuang was in the habit of taking a nap. He was slumped over a dilapidated desk, snoring loudly. Ling Yang slid his foot under the chair and gave it a forceful backward kick. Liu Dazhuang tumbled to the floor, waking with a start. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he looked up just in time to see Ling Yang’s handsome face twisted into a mischievous grin.

"From this angle, the next shot should be this one," Liu Mengyao said, pointing to a monitor beside her. Two screens then appeared before the three of them. As Guo Yanxi moved within the video, the camera followed her movements in real-time.

At dawn, the joint expedition team successfully left Yemen, slipping quietly into Saudi territory and vanishing from everyone's sight, their whereabouts unknown.

Rudy the black dog was a tough nut to crack; even though Wang Kai was choking him to the point of suffocation, he still desperately squeezed these words out from his throat.

"You need to use your brains, but that doesn't mean you can just lie in the car and expect everything to be solved. Do you think you're still dreaming?" Liu Mengyao glanced at "Yun Feiyu."

If one continued to practice further, one could withstand the fifth or sixth level of the Spirit-Severing Divine Blade, or perhaps even higher.

Just then, a strange, sizzling sound rang out. Master Xuankong shuddered and hurriedly looked toward the center of the yin energy.

Yuan Youwei had thought she had mastered the basics of dance, but she hadn't expected Teacher Wu to add new requirements to the curriculum this session.

"He just gave me a random scene to perform, saying my chemistry with the character was too low. That guy named Xu just outright told me I wasn't good enough," Wang Luodan said, grinding her teeth in resentment.

Like Shang Jing and Ning Hao, Li Yu was just as stingy, compressing the actors' pay to the absolute limit; most others received only around one hundred thousand.

One second he was contacting his sister for a donut, and the next, at the mere mention of calling her, he was trembling like a mouse that had spotted a cat.

The four great clans of Guanzhong and the six great families of Guandong—aside from these, there were some first-rate clans, but they could not be considered top-tier. This was because while these first-rate families could produce Grandmasters, they did so infrequently; some had not produced one in a thousand years.

A scorching fragrance enveloped me, followed by a flash of bright light, as if bolts of lightning were striking the void of my mind.

Qin Wuming could tell that even a Great Golden Immortal of the Daoist school would be wary when facing the two of them.

Going to the Death Realm was troublesome. Aside from the Underworld ghost messengers, neither spirits, monsters, nor practitioners of the Dao could find the gate to the Death Realm: the Ghost Gate Pass.

She vowed never to do such a reckless thing again. No one knew how terrified she had been when she was forcibly dragged away and nearly violated within the illusion.

Seeing that their master was unharmed, they breathed a sigh of relief and retreated outside the dining room, waiting for Qinya's summons.

I panicked at the sight of this sudden video call. Holding the ringing phone, it felt like a candy-coated bomb with a countdown timer.

If Zhang Tian were to rate the most dangerous profession in the Ming Dynasty, he would undoubtedly vote for "Personal Guard to the Imperial Grandson" first.

In the end, she drew only a single forget-me-not, hoping that in the future, Xiao Qi would remember that he once had a friend like her.

Old Wang suddenly felt mocked; the other party was clearly confident in the faces they had collected and only wanted to dig up a body double.

He now had an official car assigned to his department, so there was no problem with taking it out.

In fact, one didn't even need to look closely; just observing the Prince's visibly "thinner" cheeks was enough to show that he had taken the first successful step on the path to weight loss and longevity.

Facing the pressure of final exams, I gradually had no time to think about Mu Yusen. I only felt that this winter seemed exceptionally cold.

Upon hearing Zhao Tiansi's words, Zhou Heng's expression softened slightly, though it was still clear from his face that he was in great pain.

Ice magic was different; as a variant of water magic, it possessed immense destructive power and exceptional crowd control.

With a turn of his feet, the ground buckled, and the world vanished from the spot. A flash of blade light passed by at the perfect moment, severing the trees that stood in its way.

Speaking of losing that prefecture, to him, it seemed as if he hadn't lost a piece of territory, but merely a small town.

Besides, AH Satellite TV was indeed broadcasting live; if he kept throwing a tantrum, it would be inexcusable. Since they had given him a way to save face, he took it.

Shen Qiang watched in astonishment as the beautiful fox spirit Chuxue, under the showerhead, swung her three snowy-white tails with ease. At the same time, her ears grew pointed and were covered in white fox fur.

Ding Yantian turned into a blur. A dragon of fire launched a surprise attack from behind Lord Lin, who blocked it with the flat of his blade. Then, his face contorted—Ding Yantian had landed a punch square on his face from the front, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Have you ever thought about pursuing a career as a singer?" Whether you can sing or not is irrelevant; you were born with a great voice, and with a little guidance, you would definitely be a top-tier vocalist.

A cool, fragrant breeze drifted by. Qianshan Xue, with her graceful, tall figure and waist-length black hair swaying in the wind, appeared abruptly to the right of Shen Qiang.