Volume One, Chapter 38: How Dare You Act Shamelessly Toward Me

Although Onizuka had handled me with clear ill intent, playing pranks as he pleased, I managed to endure it all. Afterward, I met with the Shogun, and then returned to that city of ultimate bliss, where I continued to wander for a while.

What Tang Guo failed to notice was that, in the instant her gaze lingered on Bai He’s arm, a fleeting expression flickered in Bai He’s eyes.

Yao Ling grumbled, “Heaven’s Will, why not simply merge with all the worlds at once? Why go to all the trouble of gathering so many souls?”

As a compromise, after much persuasion and persistence from him, Tang Rao could only helplessly give him her phone number.

“No need,” Tang Guo instinctively refused; and at that moment, the fierce coughing that had just wracked her suddenly subsided.

Luo Bi and Zhu Su had different ideas about the numbers at hand—one believed it was too many, the other too few, each for their own reasons.

Grandfather had always dreaded hospitalization. The Bai family also had dedicated caretakers for convalescence, so recovering at home was no worse than staying in the hospital.

Mu Yunya’s gaze fell upon her crimson lips, opening and closing with every word, and a faint twitch appeared at his temple.

Returning home, he made moo-beast milk for Luo Bi to drink. At the start of their marriage, Feng Ling, concerned for Luo Bi’s lifespan, had prepared moo-beast milk for her every day, but Luo Bi soon tired of it, and Feng Ling abandoned the routine.

After passing Jiayuguan, most of the journey from Urumqi toward the border at Ili Khorgos was spent on the road; there were few places along the way where one could have a proper meal.

This time, the footage was almost as clear as high definition, capturing the beauty of dust motes swirling in the sunlight around her in exquisite detail.

Black and golden lights clashed violently, sparks flying in all directions as terrifying energy billowed and scattered.

Without a word, the Ice Demon produced a Blue Flame Fruit from his storage space and, using a special protective field from another world, ensured that the fruit’s spiritual energy would not dissipate.

“Da Gu!” called out Yaonui, excitedly, upon seeing Da Gu awake and looking in his direction.

“Shura, do you have any idea what it means to be the village chief?” Yu Agu finally couldn’t help but ask Ashubu.

Three thousand meters had already been run, a third of the task completed, but by this point Tie Feng was panting heavily. Normally, running three kilometers would have been nothing to him.

Suddenly, the wine pouring from the sky began to slow and thin out dramatically. Looking down at the giant bottle, Ye Yu saw that less and less wine was spurting forth.

The two entered the building to find a clerk at the counter dozing off, seemingly unaware of their arrival.

“I knew the military district wouldn’t make a losing deal,” said Phil Kardashian, wearing a look that screamed, “I knew it was a scam.” “So generous with the magic beast gene blood—turns out the success rate is so low.”

At that moment, sirens wailed on and below the city walls, and countless enemy soldiers and collaborators rushed toward them.

Because the Yamauba and the Mountain Lord only ever chose a mate once in their lives—if one died, the other would never seek a new companion.

After all that, Chi Shangzhen remembered that before going into seclusion, he had instructed Yamada and the others to build walls and houses, so he brought it up at once.

A seamless flurry of skills left him on the brink of death, and it was then that the Enchantress, using her two-stage shadow movement, swooped in for the kill.

Two Blue Arrow 7 air-to-ground missiles plunged toward the Japanese anti-aircraft quad-gun emplacement.

In the blink of an eye, the demon-faced lantern was unrecognizable; its enormous shape now lost in darkness, no one could tell what it had become.

Yunlong Jian had always suspected the steward of Biyou Palace, but right now he had no desire to pursue those thoughts. With this opportunity, he could learn more about the various factions of the Yunqin Continent and then make a swift escape—he had no wish to complicate matters.

The furious Self-Defense Force commander berated his subordinates mercilessly, the veins bulging at his temple making one worry he might have a stroke at any moment.

Grief spread, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room growing ever heavier. On site, the host and his companions were even more deeply affected than the audience, as Ye Han radiated a palpable sorrow that dragged everyone’s spirits down.

The martial artists had provided over a hundred leads on anomalous beings, with more than thirty of the “Violet Qi” types who had left addresses needing visits. In addition, there were the nine Qi practitioners from beneath the mountain previously selected for covert observation. All told, there were over a hundred and sixty places to visit one by one.

Sun Yanjie, perceptive as ever, realized that Chen Xu might be in a special state and so did not disturb him. Instead, he sat quietly to the side, watching Chen Xu’s actions in silence.

“Well, everyone’s almost finished picking out their treasures, but since Fan Yu and Mu Zifei are close friends, and today Mu Zifei’s Icefire Crystal Phoenix astonished everyone, surely Fan Yu’s offering won’t be any less impressive. Why not show us something eye-opening as soon as possible?” said that annoying person.

If such a being could become his perfect puppet, Xintian could hardly imagine what benefits might come his way.

“Very well,” Xue Shan replied simply, stepping closer to the cliff’s edge and unsheathing his sword in one swift motion.

“It’s nothing, really,” Mu Zifei sighed. “In my family, it’s just me and my father left, and we’re both under a curse.”

Xintian handed the “Grim Reaper” to two mechanical puppets, then began swiftly gathering the vast number of corpses himself.

The two leaned against the car chatting, casual smiles on their faces. After three seconds, they seemed to notice Lin Yong and his group approaching, but continued to observe them with the same relaxed smiles.

It was incredible, according to everyone, that neither Gu Zang nor Su Mu had ever been spotted anywhere.

To die beneath the Willow Cypress Killing Sword meant true erasure, as though your life had never existed in the world at all.

With this in mind, Xiao Peng drew a circle before him, within which an image appeared—who else could it be but the Supreme Treasure?

What pained Old Gandhi even more was that his skin, as time passed, grew paler and paler, until it became a ghastly, sickly white. If anyone saw him at night, it would surely frighten them terribly.

Dong Ruifeng forced a bitter smile. “There’s only one cook here—me—so I have to handle everything myself and prepare early. Otherwise, I’d be frantic when cooking.” As he spoke, he turned on the tap and washed the blood off his kitchen knife.