Small Gift

Murong Bei took a faint breath. Although filled with fury within, he still feigned an expression of utter nonchalance on the surface.

One could only wonder what Vidael would think if she heard Liu Feng's words, and whether she would be wounded by romance. It was questionable whether she even possessed emotions in the first place; how could she possibly be wounded by romance?

At this moment, although the dozen or so life-beings had not yet broken out into a chaotic melee, each and every one of them remained exceptionally vigilant.

Following a flurry of indiscriminate slashing, the immortal cultivators from the Azure Dragon Immortal King Manor and the Profound Sage Immortal King Manor all perished beneath the swords.

In an instant, Ling Chen felt the strength drain completely from his body. His spine flared with agonizing pain, as if it could no longer support his weight, and with a dull thud, he collapsed flat to the ground, unable to rise.

"Brother Zhou! I've definitely made up my mind to befriend you! Just give the word whenever you need me in the future!" Hasbagen said with a laugh.

Originally, the family of three should have been reasonably safe from mortal peril, but the senior executives of the Umbrella Corporation decided to initiate the living human experiment project in the Spencer Mansion. Consequently, Jessica and Lisa, whom they kept in captivity, became the ready-made targets of choice.

"Indeed! What kind of song and dance haven't we witnessed? Let us gaze upon the ultimate treasure instead!" another guest said with a chuckle.

Having made up his mind, Jin Lin harbored no regrets. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged directly into the frigid pool.

The three of them pushed open the door and stepped out. The corridor was utterly deserted; Bai Qi had likely withdrawn the guards long ago.

Therefore, she paid it no mind at all, laughing and bantering with Zheng Shuang and the others. Calling each other goofballs and airheads, they bickered to their hearts' content.

Hence, all along, whenever Li Yang collected bio-energy, he never exceeded twenty percent of the creature's total reserves. At worst, it might fall ill, but it would never cost them their lives.

Therefore, in order to cultivate a solemn atmosphere and maintain their home-field advantage, Wang Yong and the other generals had all donned their full military regalia, terrified of losing face later on. Prior to this, Liu Xin had explicitly laid out various precautions to prevent these rough-hewn veterans from making spectacles of themselves.

With Chen Fan's discernment, he could naturally tell that this slab of rock was a piece of natural profound iron stone. For the ancestor of the Sun family to drive his blade directly into this stone demonstrated that his cultivation was truly unfathomable.

After the brocade-clad guards departed, the shadows blurred, and two mysterious figures materialized behind Queen Liu.

Upon hearing Liu Fu's accusatory words, Yu Quan realized that their previous conversation had been overheard. He glared fiercely at the bodyguard; if not for his loose lips at that crucial moment, allowing the other party to overhear, the deed would already have been done.

For someone at the Dominion Realm to dare set foot in the Void would undoubtedly make the inhabitants of the Prime World roar with laughter.

As garrison troops, they were required to provide their own clothing, weapons, and horses during campaigns, and even pay for their own rations and travel expenses all the way from their homes to the military command prefecture. Fortunately, despite the Sui Empire experiencing several famines during the years of Yang Jian's reign, the common people could still bear these burdens to some extent.

The Mighty Demonic Ape Strike was also a physical martial art, capable of pushing comprehensive physical force to its absolute limit, far surpassing the Tyrant Dragon Fist.

Afterwards, he would invent an excuse. However, this excuse first involved flattering Zhao Yuanchang, followed by claiming good intentions led to a mistaken deed, and that he had now recognized his error.

Speaking of this, Yuyan's cheeks flushed slightly, and her smile gradually grew awkward. "Those children are always so slow. This maid will go check if they are finished." With that, she turned and left the room.

Old Master He gazed at their unhesitating backs, sighed, and followed Old Second He as they trailed after them.

From then on, no matter who beat, scolded, or reasoned with him, Wang Tian临 remained like a wooden puppet, utterly devoid of sensation. Then, Valley Master Xu came over and subjected him to a torrent of beatings and curses. It seemed as though the scolding finally shocked Wang Tianlin back to his senses, but the consequence of being awakened was not his recovery, but rather a profound desire to end his remaining days and a complete unwillingness to live on.

"Miss Mu, does a mirror like that truly exist?" Liu Chengyu was also intensely curious. If such a mirror really existed, could one simply think of someone in their heart and have their image appear?

Although the immortal stones in Yang Lan'er's spatial storage were indeed limited, turning around to earn a tenfold profit on them would likely still leave her feeling that the amount was too meager.

Remaining at a stalemate for ten days, Yang Lan'er, aside from maintaining basic defenses, was entirely able to completely ignore the person lingering behind her.

Lu Xiu's lips curved into a smile. Perhaps realizing that he had spent quite enough time swooning over this photograph, he continued scrolling downward.

A threat? Could this be considered a threat? Somehow, it felt as though ever since Miss Mu's return, her entire aura had completely transformed.

Qibao also resolutely played the role of He Zao's little tail. Without speaking a word, she simply gripped He Zao's hand tightly as a sign of her steadfastness.

Yun Wangrong, however, was inspired by her words. She had never envisioned things from that perspective before. She simply happened to enjoy practicing archery and thus came—it was as simple as that.

Tianxiang gazed at Xia Yuan, her eyes filled with an absolute sense of calm. It was as if there were not a single ripple upon the surface.

"There's a saying in Huaxia: one does not accept rewards without merit. Sir, let's make it thirty thousand instead!" For the first time, Li Yang felt a surge of conscience and found it somewhat difficult to bring himself to fleece this endearing foreign uncle.

Before those primordial swords could even condense their forms, they instantly disintegrated into immortal spiritual Qi, shattered by the lingering shockwave of the Mighty Bovine Demonic Fist.

The moment the evil spirit lunged toward the golden corpse, Yang Haoran erupted into action as well. After exchanging a blow with the golden corpse, the evil spirit executed a sudden, agile dodge, exposing Yang Haoran—who was charging blindly forward—directly in the path of the relentless golden corpse.

Hearing this, the surrounding onlookers finally understood why the stall owner had intercepted this young man. To have the goods that he had obtained at such great personal cost openly denounced as worthless to his face—it would be a miracle if anyone could swallow that anger.

"Seven-fifty, apples eight-eight, grapes five, pineapples four-fifty, cherries fifty-five. I'll bundle all these fruits together for you at two hundred. Pack them into a fruit basket, and I'll round it up to eighteen hundred—no complaints," the fruit stall owner said to Xia Yuan with a fierce, scarred expression.