Volume 1 Chapter 25 So, Sheng Sheng is in love with her brother...

Wen Zhi’s eyes shimmered with a bright light, though her gaze was filled with such profound pain and resolve that it seemed as if she were steeling herself for a momentous decision. Qin Yi stood nearby, witnessing the flicker of determination in Wen Zhi’s eyes, as well as the flashes of agony.

It was over; she hadn’t heard! What a disaster! Qin Yi was frantic.

Wen Zhi flashed a brilliant smile at Shen Nianchi. “If I want to drink, I’ll drink.”

“What?” Shen Nianchi’s brows furrowed, his expression shifting as a flash of shock, followed by disbelief, crossed his face. “What did you say?!”

Wen Zhi raised her glass and downed it in one go. “I am an adult. You have no authority over me.”

“You…”

Such frank, straightforward, and honest people who refuse to put on airs often find it difficult to integrate among high-born socialites and the deeply calculating aristocrats of the capital; thus, the original owner was liked for being “too straightforward.”

Yi Hai had not brought the "Blazing Sun" into the dungeon, as he lacked proficiency in firearms. If he were to mess up and trigger a chain reaction within his own team, it would lead to a total wipe. With ordinary firearms, however, he had no such fear. At most, a 1d6 damage wouldn't kill anyone unless it was a headshot.

The brawny man’s body began to swell, black veins coiling around his crimson fists; with every punch, black ripples shattered the incoming energy.

For the power brokers of Linshui City, this was not merely a struggle between the Li and Wu families over real estate development rights; it was a grand spectacle played out between the two clans.

“What else can be done? There is no concrete evidence, so I can only give her a verbal warning,” Song Qianzu said.

In truth, if the Lan family were to bring people to the School Alliance to select from various institutions and reveal their connection to Su Luo...

She was neither smug about her contribution to discovering the murderer nor deliberately humble beneath the temple’s sign.

Although the officials had not brought their retinues along, their servants followed at a distance, leading their horses. When Ye Ming saw his young master emerge from the farm, he hurried over.

It turned out that the blacksmith’s father was a master craftsman. After reviewing Ning Yao’s diagrams and listening to her descriptions, he managed to forge the required parts in two or three hours. Though not perfect, Ning Yao felt they were already quite impressive.

Furthermore, the fear the youth had harbored in the past now manifested completely; Ivan did not dare to make a move.

“Brother Fan, this isn’t good. You and Rui Rui should just finish eating outside, then bring some back for me. It must be light—that’s what the doctor ordered.”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to worry. Everything I hunt, I’ll give to you,” Xiao Yi declared heroically.

“Are you not getting up?” Meng Jingchen reached out, but before he could touch Jian Tong, she recoiled, tumbling off the bed, blankets and all, with a thud.

Hearing the Eldest Madam speak this way, Gu Jinxiu finally felt relieved, burying her face in the woman’s embrace and sobbing.

The butler followed Xiao Yi’s orders without hesitation. Though he looked at Yanzhi with a hint of pity, he still led the others away.

In truth, the outlook was quite optimistic; sales in the final quarter were expected to increase significantly.

She lay down and sighed, wondering how many more days of such probing, suspicion, and struggle remained, and who would eventually ascend by trampling over piles of bones.

Wen Wanrong said she wanted to step out for some fresh air to relax her mood, the better to conceive an heir for the Qin family soon.

“I don’t want any either; my stomach is still full. I really can’t eat another bite,” An Jing added.

Times had changed; it was no longer the past. Even if an eighth-order quasi-god disaster appeared, he would have the confidence to defeat it, let alone a demi-demon god.

Mu Su stopped paying attention to Zhuang Youjie and hurried to open the door, where the two exchanged a few words in the dialect of the water village.

He had been summoned simply as a precaution; a powerful surge of energy had just manifested inside.

Others had not seen her true appearance, but Ming Zhi-tian had inadvertently caught a glimpse once—it was a beauty that defied the heavens.

The broken blade was crude and rustic, covered in rust. Aside from its hardness, it had nothing special, but for Lin Yuan at this moment, it was already an invaluable weapon.

Summoning her courage, she wrapped her arms around Qin Lang’s neck, leaned in, and began to peck repeatedly at his cheeks.

After half a day had passed, Ming Zhi-tian marveled that a demonic beast here could possess such immense energy; it had taken him nearly an entire day to finish consuming half the carcass.

But as the God of Destruction, the Demon Lord viewed "ruin" as the most beautiful scenery. He felt a sense of joy in the devastated landscape, believing it had not been destroyed thoroughly enough. Since it was "destruction," the "ruin" must come first, followed by the "annihilation"—neither could be dispensed with.

“Ouch!” Su Zhirou landed on her backside, her face trembling in pain as she bled even more profusely.

He Xi rubbed her head in annoyance. She and Kaisha were best friends; they often shared secrets, so naturally, she knew Kaisha had been wanting to find a place to rest for a few tens of thousands of years.

Thousands of five-colored energy beams struck the city wall from the distance, only to be swallowed whole, making the fortress seem even more impregnable.

Given the situation, for Lin Hai to have the audacity to claim his conditions were far superior to Zhao Quan’s—wasn't that a joke?

Su Yunyao let out an almost imperceptible cold laugh but said nothing. After all, the living room and kitchen were connected. There was no sofa in the living room; the base had provided each household with a long bench, and the reed-woven mats placed on top made sitting feel soft, cool, and quite comfortable.

If it were merely dangerous, Mu Yi believed the opponent would never have returned to charge in with such resolve. It could only mean that within that danger lay an opportunity—a monumental one. Otherwise, the two eighth-heaven experts currently fighting would not have easily abandoned their battle to rush toward that very spot.

Although Situ Hualong had personally welcomed them, and everyone knew that Lin Yifei and Zhao Qian were no ordinary characters, their attire and the preceding events had invited doubt. Only now did the eyes of those who had been skeptical truly change.

“He must have undergone plastic surgery. People who have had work done have skin identical to normal people. I have a master of plastic surgery with me; after his work, it is absolutely impossible to distinguish the original from the altered!” Bulabulati was both embarrassed and furious; he was forced to play his final trump card.

“Who is there? Come out!” When several armed personnel searched the area where Wu Yong was hiding, they suddenly noticed something unusual and shouted toward the bushes.