Volume 1, Chapter 45: White Bones

Just like no matter how much he tried to please his second older sister, she would never like him simply because he wasn't her biological brother.

She would soon have a child of her own. Upon realizing this implication, Dong Jianbei suddenly had a strong urge to cry his heart out.

Yet immediately afterward, his sister uttered even more cruel words: "No matter how much you hate Father, Dong Shuanghuan, or Dong Jianxi, they are all going to move in and be as endlessly noisy as before.

However, this small house is far too tiny compared to an apartment. It is completely impossible for the six of us to live here comfortably, and having a room of one's own is entirely out of the question.

Therefore, Sister is doing this entirely for your own good. As long as you claim the east wing room in advance,

the others, out of consideration that you are Dad's..."

"Ah, anyway, I must be going. With a friend like you and such formidable strength, he will certainly be safe." With that, he dissolved into a streak of black shadows and vanished.

"Uncle Yuanrang is truly worthy of being my father's right-hand man; his valor is no less than it was in the past!" Cao Pi was overjoyed and immediately turned his horse around.

Fortunately, Shen Yu applied a subtle force to neutralize the impact, catching Fang Hu just in time. Otherwise, the latter would likely have suffered severe injuries once again.

"My lord, this action smacks of setting up a wager. Please forgive your minister for being unable to agree." Just as the voice fell, a crisp call rang out from the hall. Mao Jie was seen stepping out boldly, casting a cold glare at Liu Qi before cupping his hands in a bow toward Liu Qi, who sat in the seat of honor.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The soldiers who were struck by arrows and fell from their horses were trampled by a row of shield-bearers, after which blade-wielding soldiers finished them off.

This was Musashi Miyamoto's little-known flaw: whenever anxiety crept into his heart, the scar across his left eye would throb with pain. Though he tried desperately to suppress his emotions, the slender, faint scar on his left eye still flared with a burning pain in intermittent waves, leaving most of his face stiffened by the agony.

After clicking to confirm, Ye Muchen felt nothing at all. It was just like playing video games in the past—the excitement was intense right when you clicked after topping up your account, but once it was done, the feeling faded entirely.

Shen Zhihan choked back a retort, suddenly feeling as though something was wrong with his brain. Instead of returning the betrothal gifts, he had kept them, hoping to use them to temper her fiery temper.

Du Yuan stood up, calmed his emotions, and looked around at the crowd. After a long moment, he said, "The Nine-Qiu Tail-Twisting Staff is indeed a rare magical treasure. This old man is deeply touched by the generous kindness of Patriarch Li." Hearing these words, many people breathed sighs of relief, while Li Chen wore a look of self-satisfaction on his face.

If one looked closely, they would find that everything swallowed by this Primordial Shield of Unity vanished completely. Even the earth was devoured wherever the shield's influence spread.

"Alright, alright, sigh~" Madam Sun sighed. Thinking of the child in Luo Ya'er's belly, her mood improved slightly.

Consort Miao died mysteriously in her own bed. It seemed to have happened without any warning or external injuries, as if she had simply passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Parked beneath the private jet was Grand Duke Howard's private limousine. Sitting by the window, she watched as Yun Yiyi descended the aircraft's mobile stairs.

The headlights from the front illuminated their car's interior, allowing him to see Liang Qiu's intoxicated expression, which bordered on madness.

"Wife, do you really think Susu would be lured away by that young man?" Luo Jun said with a smile.

This person was dressed in a strikingly red outfit that appeared quite revealing. Coupled with seductive makeup, the overall effect was intensely alluring.

Yet Xi Siqing could be seen lowering her head and charging directly toward the wall, determined to crash straight into it.

Han Yingshui had helped her time and time again, leaving Duanmu Ying feeling that she had no way to repay such kindness, especially this time.

Two days later, news came from the south that he had discovered Tang Yunqing still had an octogenarian mother.

With the burst of dark mysterious light, her figure was like a blooming fierce flame, or an arrow released from a bow, leaping forward.

Upon seeing Lu Jingzhi's dark, wet hair clinging to her snow-white profile, the person trembled even more violently like a sieve.

He didn't even need to rely on the power of a staff; the magic power flowed directly through the crystal into his body, allowing him to cast spells simply through his hands.

Jiang Qing looked around. A gentle breeze brushed through the flowers and trees in the courtyard, casting flickering shadows, but there were no other sounds.

The only frustrating part was that they were hostile toward the phantom fish. While chasing Su Ming, they would occasionally drag along a swarm of phantom fish—for instance, right now, Su Ming was targeted by a phantom pirate, which in turn was targeted by phantom fish as they darted through the coral thicket.

Fortunately, Meng Hu Xiu Qiangwei's water element blew a bubble forward, encasing the lava element's hammer. The hammer floated up, causing no damage while halting the lava element's attack.

Li Gexiao had always loved befriending heroes from all over the world. Having heard the legendary deeds of the "Divine Fist," he deeply admired this mysterious hero who punished evil and promoted goodness. Meeting him in person now only added to his delight.

As for older ancient tombs, the mounds of earth sealing them had long since vanished, replaced by overgrown weeds and trees. If not for an opening appearing on the ground, an ordinary person would never have been able to discover them.

Zhen Jian hurriedly bolted out of the command post, followed closely by Xiang Yu. Raising his binoculars for a look, his pupils instantly constricted violently.

A man dressed in burlap clothing and straw sandals, clutching a homemade bow and arrow, cowered in the corner of the room. With an arrow nocked against the string, he cast a wary gaze at the approaching bailiffs.

"None of you dog bailiffs shall leave!" Jiang Qing, pressing his advantage relentlessly, chased them down and beat them savagely like a cat playing with mice.

Therefore, as blunt weapons used with the exact same force to strike someone... the werewolf flail would deal 10% more damage than the steel pipe Yan Xing was currently using.

At the end of the corridor, Elder Zhao stared in terror at the final painting, which depicted the outbreak of a global nuclear war. With that, the records came to an end.

The inn provided convenience for passing merchants and traders, while the surrounding shops specialized in operating various unique materials and goods native to the Xuerong tribe.

Aside from Han Yifang and Tan Ze, who had waded across rivers to catch fish and climbed trees to raid bird nests barefooted in their childhood days...

"What's this? Weren't you acting all fierce just a moment ago? How did you turn into such a coward now?" Zhang Yangguang retorted with a question.

He slipped into the thicket along the edge of the mountain road, chose a spot with a clear view of the path, and sat down. His bright eyes gazed out at the mountain route he had traversed countless times, and his expression gradually grew hazy.

During the online meeting, everyone maintained a stony silence, and even the representative from the Sakura Country remained tight-lipped.