Volume One, Chapter 36: Aunt Yan, From Now On, You Are the Queen of This Household

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Most of the food was gone, but beyond sustenance, he still required daily necessities. Having arrived in this apocalypse only recently, he found it difficult to adapt to a life without brushing his teeth or having toilet paper.

There was slightly more food than he had imagined; he found over a dozen pounds of flour alone, along with some leftover red beans, pearl barley, and other grains—enough to last him a month.

After reviewing the videos and documents frame by frame, he discovered that all the content predated the Great Purge, making it impossible not to draw associations with Hydra.

Just as he was about to hit the surface of the sea, the seat's ejection mechanism triggered, launching him into the air as his parachute deployed.

Zhang Tao was stunned for a moment, then realized the implications of the arranged marriage his mother had mentioned. He began to understand her intentions. He couldn't help but swallow hard, his excitement beyond words.

Tony hurriedly stepped forward, first distancing himself from the situation and then admitting his own fault, all while casting a pleading look at Rojo.

After a thorough examination and the channeling of spiritual energy, Xiao Luoyi concluded that Yang Chenghou’s illness had descended like a collapsing mountain; while it appeared to be a common cold on the surface, it was, in reality, a sickness of the heart.

"But every time you return to that house, you become anxious and unable to sleep," Zhang Zhihua said with understanding and concern.

The soul contract was transmitted directly into Jiang Tang's mind in the form of memories. Once she had fully absorbed and digested them, she had to admit that this ancient contract was indeed immensely useful.

Link had just realized that the Bone-Eating Well could not possibly traverse time and space without leaving a trace. Could it be that even with his talent and sensibility, he was still unable to sense such a mere time-space crossing?

Under the cover of night, the carriage moved like a ghost vehicle, propelled by a tide of spirits as it glided through the low air.

The five elemental life forces, which had previously repelled and conflicted with one another, were now mingled together, beginning to intertwine and harmonize. It was for this very reason that the life force began to exhibit a multicolored hue.

"I am truly in awe of you!" Ouyang Yi shook his head. His chest had been hurting, so why did his head start hurting too?

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What era was this? How could such brutal methods still exist? Venice was a world-renowned city; would the police really do nothing?

"If the Immortal allows it, this humble general would like to see if this iron is truly as heavy as it seems!" the Golden-Armored Yaksha said, cupping his hands in a salute.

What was he supposed to do with her now? If she found out everything, would she still stay by his side? Would she still act spoiled and cling to him?

"Duoduo, why are you smiling so sinisterly? Tell me the truth—do you know something? Or perhaps... has someone given you a spoiler?" Xia Haoyu pointed a finger at me, pressing closer with every step.

By then, he would not only have an answer for the spirit beast warriors in the regiment but would also return with a record of glorious military achievements.

"Don't ask so many questions, just go and pack your luggage." Chen Zui practically roared the words.

It didn't matter! If one courtyard could clarify his standing in the other's heart, why not welcome it?

"Sister Feng, what kind of equipment did you unseal?!" June Flying Snow was even more excited than Breaking Waves Riding Wind.

At this moment, the face of Guo Liu, who had already closed her eyes, became incredibly serene. It was as if, because Fan Xueli had reshaped the Heavenly Dao, she had not died; instead, her soul was entrusted here, watching Fan Xueli with a grateful smile.

Doro turned abruptly, his face dark and his eyes glinting with malice. With a boom, he unleashed his immense aura, pressing down upon Qin Ming.

Chen Ping gave a cold, chilling laugh at these words. Although he wasn't very familiar with Yan Yunluan, it was clear now that they shared a common enemy, which was a good thing for him.

"Mu Feng..." The closest person to Mu Feng was the Underworld Emperor, who immediately asked with concern. If Mu Feng were to die at this moment, it would be a devastating blow to them.

After the incident involving Guan Guojiang came to light, Wang Dakai had called Dong Qinhe into his office and scolded him severely, berating him for being just as worthless as the person he had recommended.

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"Chen Yun, the Ninth Prince is very worried about the Princess's safety. Shouldn't you send her back?" Qiu Ming suggested.

"Yes, he says he intends to bet on himself at the current odds—a trillion," the subordinate reported.

A look of gravity appeared on Chu Aoshen's face. He had originally thought the title of "Invincible Ming Wang" was merely a name spread by low-level rogue cultivators, but this palm strike had contained eighty percent of his strength and yet had failed to do anything to Zhu Bei, who was only at the high-level semi-saint stage. How could this be?

Lu Qi sat in her office, reviewing the work progress of her subordinates and manually resolving several difficult bugs, before leaning back in her chair and letting out a long stretch.

In December 1924, Puyi, far away in Beijing, had just been driven out of the Forbidden City, marking the final end of two thousand years of feudal dynastic rule.

Bai Xue’s heart warmed with this thought. He did not travel slowly on the way back; the Moon-Man’s light-body technique was excellent, and Bai Xue’s was no worse, especially since he was traveling at full speed.

Listening to Zhou Yaze’s vivid and rather hilarious account, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He hadn't drunk too much; given his tolerance, the effect of less than a bottle of beer was quite limited. But the impact of the kiss he had just received far outweighed that of the alcohol.

After the afternoon classes ended that day, Han Yixuan walked out of the teaching building and suddenly stopped at the entrance.

This caused the local populace's sympathy for the refugees to turn into hatred; seeing them was like trying to avoid a plague god.

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