Volume 1, Chapter 45: Over Three Thousand Units Acquired, Sitting Back and Waiting for Appreciation!

After a long session of tender and passionate entanglement with Yun Ying, he finally nodded in consent. Overjoyed, Yun Ying immediately threw her arms around Yun Huatian and showered him with kisses.

"Just one shot, just one shot! No matter what, I'm not trying this again!" he comforted himself inwardly. He had no idea whether it would harm his body, but the psychological torture alone was brutal. He knew he didn't possess the heart of a hardened bandit; committing acts fit only for such criminals pushed his psychological baseline entirely too far.

Fu Yan took out his phone and sent a message to Yu Lei and Fan Jia, telling them he was on his way.

Hearing this, Han Nianzhen felt a jolt of surprise and instinctively wanted to walk over to the balcony to take a look. However, with her roommates present, she held back, nonchalantly sat back down at her desk, and resumed editing her documents.

Leaving aside the fact that Hermann returned to re-evaluate the strength of Fang Li’s territory, Alfonso and Lanie both wore knowing smiles as they re-entered their room.

Because Ao Lingxue had just showered, she wore only a thin men's dress shirt and a pair of flat shorts that did not reach her knees. Stroking her smooth, resilient thighs, Li Si swallowed hard, his throat dry. Having already experienced it once, he knew full well how wonderful this was.

Having played the piano in his past life and achieved a senior professional level, Liu Ling had never seen the sheet music for this song with his own eyes. Yet, after listening to it just a few times, he knew that certain parts of the melody placed extremely high demands on falsetto, making it impossible for an amateur to sing perfectly.

The myriad ice crystals cascaded from the sky, falling among those who had been handpicked by various factions to launch the attack. Instantly, the people within were frozen in place, struggling desperately in a futile attempt to escape, only to find that such an opportunity no longer existed.

Very naturally, imitating the First Elder, he placed his right hand over his chest and bowed deeply to Fang Li.

"Impossible," Yin Ling shook her head. "Lie Zhenqing has set up a prison boundary here—there is a way in but no way out. With our cultivation level, it is utterly impossible to break through." From her calm tone and rational judgment, it was evident that she had moved past her initial grief and shock.

Mo Chuyi looked down at her protruding belly. At five months, the pregnancy was already quite obvious, but mercifully, she seemed to have suffered no morning sickness at all.

Dashing out of Su Shuihan's room, Mu Xiaoxiao raced downstairs. The Xilai Inn was, after all, only so large. Outside, the weeds grew wild and heavily armed guards patrolled the grounds. She wandered outside for a turn, but found no trace of the Imperial Uncle.

At least when she wasn't being arrogant, he was actually gentle and treated her very well. The main issue was simply that she kept resisting.

With that, Jing Xiu nodded to herself in deep agreement, figuring that if she were in the same position, she would trust Sima Jun a hundred times over, confident that he was not someone who would casually spread gossip.

True, he had held back for a long time and was craving intimacy like a madman, but this particular method left her somewhat amused and exasperated.

If he didn't prove to Liu Ying today whether he had been castrated and was truly a eunuch, the only person ruined would be the princess.

The first thing Wang Wang did upon waking up was open the package containing the paintings, unfold the scroll, and take a look. The painting had changed! Along the riverbank in the picture, a giant man had appeared, chopping down a tree with a massive axe. Wang Qiang could hardly fathom the magic of this painting.

"Naruto, come with me," Kushina said, her eyes gradually softening with a trace of tenderness. Though deeply disappointed, he was, after all, her own son.

She now belonged to him; she was his lawful wife, an exclusive possession meant only for him. Whenever he wanted, he could see her, kiss her, pamper her, and cherish her. This feeling was truly wonderful.

Just as they were reveling in the pleasure brought by the slaughter, a voice suddenly echoed through this city near the Persian Gulf.

Zhang Li understood that his brother-in-law's meaning was already crystal clear. In his view, given the Emperor's discernment, he would surely choose the eldest brother—the deposed crown prince.

"Ruan Mingzhuo, would you like some milk tea? My treat!" After finishing her exams, Xie Xia invited her classmates out to unwind.

If his opponent had taken him seriously from the very beginning, Bu Tian felt that even if he could win, it wouldn't have been so effortless. At this moment, in his view, it was already too late for Yin Feng to employ sword techniques; the attribute-conversion speed of multi-attribute martial arts was inherently slower than that of single-attribute ones—a fatal flaw in actual combat.

A crimson brilliance flashed, and Yin Feng's figure instantly appeared inside the Desolate Cauldron. Without a second thought, he immediately sat cross-legged, slightly calmed his mind, and closed his eyes.

Back at the Bai family residence, Mingzhuo had already sensed that she shared a very distant blood tie with them.

Hearing this, Big Bro Dawei felt his heart skip a beat. He stiffened, nodded rigidly, and instinctively took a step back.

The Sun Altar outside was merely a shrine for the Maya to worship. To enter the true Sun Altar required the permission of the gods to access this space that overlapped with reality.

The man still retained his elite, suited appearance. Seated beside Xu Xiang's father, the older and younger men appeared to be conversing most cordially.

Sheng Xiazhi had always labored under the misconception that Jiang Han was an orphan. Now, upon meeting his family, her very first reaction was sheer joy.

As for the Demonic Sealing Sect and the Deer God Family, Wu Fan had instructed Di Hao to leave them alone for the time being. Of course, Di Hao had not yet managed to locate these two major factions, which could essentially rival the Universe Turning Immortal Sect.

Putting aside the reactions of the coalition and other factions, Lei Jie was already having a field day of slaughter, and the spiritual energy he absorbed was astronomical in scale.

Realizing that continuing this way was futile, Shang Shu rummaged through his backpack for a shirt, pulled out a bottle of medical alcohol, and poured it over the garment.

It was said that over the past decade, the Netherworld Sect and these four factions had occasional friction, frequently sparking scandals of disciples fighting and killing one another, though the scale remained small, as if both sides were exercising strict restraint.