Volume One, Chapter 41: Returning to the Yan Family?

Tonight, Ninth Brother seemed particularly impatient. The constant waves of heat behind her neck were nearly enough to cook her through. She forced herself not to make any embarrassing sounds, holding back until the man behind her pulled her tightly into his arms.

“It’s alright. I think Sun Shinue is absolutely qualified to play in the basketball game,” Deng Huade said with great confidence.

Liu Lin nodded, prompting the Nine Dragons Demonic Body without hesitation, gripped the Defeated Giant Saber in his hand, and activated the special aptitude of that auxiliary weapon.

Everyone in Zhonghai’s business circle knew of Bai Junye’s affection for Bai Teng. Now that Yang Feifan had crippled Bai Teng’s legs, Bai Junye was sure to go mad, doing anything necessary to strike back at Yang Feifan.

Thinking back to last night’s mad dog, a wicked smile crept across his face. He’d toiled from ten in the evening until two in the morning before he finally slept, exhausting himself. He could manage it, but how could Qian Xueying’s constitution compare to his own beastly endurance? It looked like she’d be late for work today.

Sure enough, by the time I arrived, there was no one to be seen. I immediately doubled back to create more shadows, continuing until I thought it was enough. Then, I used the Wood Concealment technique from the Five Elements Concealment Arts, having chosen the spot long ago—just behind several wooden stakes.

Though it wouldn’t immediately rid them of their anxiety, at least it was much better than a moment before.

In "King’s Glory," a hero’s proficiency increases with use, ranging from yellow, green, blue, purple, to orange. When the team saw Lin Qingyi’s proficiency with Houyi was still at the beginner’s yellow, they seized the opportunity to mock her yet again.

Because Liu Qing suddenly realized something critical: these thugs were targeting Lin Qingyi.

He didn’t force Lin Qingyi to give up, but instead explained the stakes and let her decide, demonstrating that Qin Guoqing was a rather restrained man.

Guan Song was startled, his waist snapping taut as he flipped aside, dodging a kick and freeing his right hand. He retreated two steps, taking up a defensive stance.

Since they were all apprentice smiths, when Fo Jin had passed by yesterday and heard the pounding of hammers, he instinctively assumed this was the smithy. So today, without a second thought, he simply pushed open the door and entered.

She suddenly recalled some rumors she had once heard, though she hadn’t paid them much attention. There had been significant upheaval in Qingxuan later on, but at that time she had been on the run, perhaps not even in Qingxuan at all.

As soon as Luo Qiu reached the outhouse, she pressed Liu Manor’s matron’s sleep acupoint, dragged her inside, quickly swapped their clothes, and slipped away as nimbly as an eel.

Yun Bufan turned away and passed Xu Luoyun, not even managing a greeting before vanishing in the next instant.

But that didn’t mean he was easy to bully—moreover, this was a wounded beast, the sort everyone feared. Even the increasingly successful Blowhard Dad and Jess tried their best to avoid conflict with this scoundrel.

Then she quickly stopped herself, making sure she was utterly silent before letting out a gentle breath.

Ma Zhi was the first to act, flames roaring like twin fire dragons from his palms, stretching out several feet as they slammed toward Ye Tian.

Hearing this, Feng Luochén closed the distance, his cold, sensual lips brushing Su Yi’s smooth forehead before slowly tracing down to her shining, almond-shaped eyes.

Among them, Xiang Feng was awarded the championship for slaying the Demon Lord Dixin, with Hidden Dragon ranking third.

But what made 038 particularly uncomfortable was how easily the host relinquished their desire for life.

The second step was crucial. In future, a Spirit Seeker’s path would lead them to uncharted mountains and lakes, where the only thing they could rely on would be the Spirit-Pointing Needle.

The Nightmare Guild’s destruction of the Teslan Alliance unfolded before the eyes of all nearby players—both the embattled Thousand Realms and their adversaries, the Nethernight players. All bore witness to the dazzling display of skills and the entire unfolding drama.

Wang Yun, having heard that the Xiliang soldiers were coming, conferred with Lü Bu. Lü Bu replied, “Rest assured. No matter how many of these rats there are, I don’t consider them worthy opponents!” He then led Li Su and the troops out to meet the enemy. Li Su was the first to engage, clashing fiercely with Niu Fu. Unable to withstand the assault, Niu Fu’s forces were routed and fled.

“Thank you, then.” Elder Leng nodded, then explained the use of the token to Kunyu and his companion. They moved behind the statue and, using the elder’s order, activated the entrance and leapt down. Elder Leng, on the other hand, left the hall to oversee the formation outside.

Meanwhile, for reasons unknown, Yang Guang continued to keep the Gallant Guard’s three armies at the rear, making them the most relaxed unit in the Sui army.

Thus, strength-based professions tended to counter agility-based ones—especially when the so-called “outcasts” of the agility classes were swordsmen.

Damn it… Yi Le almost couldn’t cover his nose. If that spot was soaked, then Fat Ci must be, too.

Although it was difficult to obtain some of the machines for making battle armor, for Guo Qiming, who now had glass stone in hand, finding a way to get these machines was not too hard. Step by step, he managed to exchange for all the equipment.

Han Ze withdrew his fist, his face relaxed—a stark contrast to the grave expression of the muscle-bound disciple.

“Does the Netherworld have spells or poisons that could cause this?” The Witch King? The God of Passion? I’ve never even met them. Somehow, it all feels like Bai Lan’s doing.

“Equipment can be dismantled?” Zhang Ning was hearing this for the first time; it seemed she didn’t know enough forgers.

Seeing Ninth Brother’s words, Deputy Li grinned, gave him a thumbs up, and then ordered his men to set fires everywhere, burning everything to the ground.

A snake’s strength is immense; even the fiercest beast could be strangled by it. If the black serpent wished to kill Han Wei, it would be effortless. Yet Han Wei showed little reaction, his hand gently stroking the serpent as if it were a gentle, adorable pet.

These two words were spoken clearly, making Lu Yifei, who was blocking the doorway, flush with embarrassment. She turned, stomped her high heel, snorted coldly, and left.

Xiao Jingchen knelt down, gazed at her intently, then stood and went to the kitchen—thankfully, the gas and such were already turned off.

Shu Nuanqing felt dizzy from her friend’s rapid-fire words. She already had a cold, probably from catching a chill last night, and with the anxiety over her thwarted plans to study abroad, it seemed as though every misfortune had descended on her at once, leaving her utterly at a loss, her mind a tangled mess of worry.