Volume 1, Chapter 136: A Soft Heart

Upon receiving the address, Shen Yanzhou rushed over immediately.

Shen Xingchen had already fallen into a coma.

By the time they reached the hospital, the sky was already bright. Shen Yanzhou crouched in the corner of the long hospital corridor, his sharp, angular jaw tilted upward, his face etched with exhaustion.

A lit cigarette was held between his fingers.

He was not worried about Shen Xingchen.

Tang Wu stole a glance at Van Nistelrooy, who was bending down to adjust the position of his soccer ball, and a sudden thought occurred to him: Is he observing me, too?

Generally speaking, would anyone do such a thing? Spending a huge amount of time waiting for someone from a different school to walk him to his campus, only to sprint at full speed back to his own? Is this not the behavior of a fool? It has to be a fool, right? This is definitely a fool.

Rushing forward, he had barely finished speaking before his gaze fell upon the Sacred Bone of the Desolate God in Fang Zheng’s hand.

Glen Johnson’s name was already on the England national team’s roster this year, but on the pitch, he was still a newcomer at right-back.

Never mind that you cannot find the patterns of the Ancient Demon Spider; even I do not know the patterns of its dodges. Relying on such methods, he was barely able to keep up with the Ancient Demon Spider’s onslaught.

Zong Jinghao did not respond and walked out. He needed to go back to take a shower and change his clothes; his shirt was already sticking to his skin, a feeling he found extremely uncomfortable.

Thinking about it is one thing, but actually doing it is quite another. She had thought she wasn't afraid, but when that dog opened its massive jaws, she could clearly see its sharp teeth; only then did she realize how dangerous her decision had been.

Because he intended to challenge the One-Blade Immortal, yet knew nothing about him, seeing the flash of the Immortal’s blade twice now at least gave him some preparation, allowing him to understand how formidable the existence he faced truly was.

With Lou Chuyue repeatedly causing trouble for Yi Lan, should she take her subordinates and move again? But where would be a better place to go?

Lin Qiang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the door next door open. Had the tracker on the young master’s side not been showing a normal signal the whole time, he would have thought the two of them had run away.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, yes. It is said that money is easy to make in the capital; many families in the south have traveled thousands of miles to send people here. Consequently, business at the bank has been booming lately, with an exceptional number of people depositing and withdrawing silver." Li Ruolian beamed, his face full of smiles.

Following a dragon’s roar, the surrounding spiritual energy surged and flowed like a hundred birds returning to the forest, all of it being absorbed by the golden flood dragon.

But now, things were different. The Song Dynasty was the world’s first industrial nation, having completed all the necessary preludes to an industrial revolution at an unprecedented speed, smoothly entering the mid-stage of industrialization. In such a context, people from an agricultural age were thrust instantly into an industrial one.

Wrapped in spiritual power and wielding the Immortal Kitchen Knife, Tang Sen hacked wildly, breaking out of the stomach and tearing a massive hole in the Old Green Lion’s abdomen. Lion blood gushed toward the earth like a fountain.

Tang Sen sighed in genuine admiration and handed the mirror to Salevi, who carefully crated and sealed it, ordering it to be sent to the Guild of Ability Masters.

"Does Master mean the Phoenix’s Weeping Blood?" Jue Shui recalled the legend, and many images surfaced before her eyes.

Shan had sacrificed everything for his junior brother—his youth and all his heart’s blood had been poured out.

At this moment, Wang An was finally transported out. Without a word, the laws of wind and thunder flickered across his body, and he fled outward.

This is a difficult matter. Just like in modern society, many people despise corrupt officials, yet if asked what they would do if they were officials themselves, most would say, "If I were an official, I’d take my fill for three years first." These people do not loathe corrupt officials because the officials are heinous, but rather because they themselves lack the opportunity to become one.