Volume 1, Chapter 38: You little brat, are you part dog or what?!

"In the first half of your life, you enjoyed the tender love of your grandparents, the protection of your parents, and the doting affection of your brother. Moreover, the meticulous care from your fiancé and his family filled your world with sweetness and happiness."

"Introduce me to the crew, won't you? The preparations were left to the company team, and I haven't even met all the actors yet." Zhou Bai said with a smile, patting Shang Jing on the shoulder. He felt quite embarrassed saying this; as the nominal producer, he hadn't even met the entire lead cast.

Under the suppression of the Six-Syllable Mantra, not only were the various evil thoughts within its true spirit completely ground away, but its intelligence was also damaged, regressing into a state of ignorance and chaos.

Feeling the terror of Luo Yi's final punch, Aoshi was struck with horror. He could never have imagined that a level 50 powerhouse could unleash such a fearsome attack. Furthermore, Aoshi realized he couldn't dodge it at all, as he had been sent airborne by Luo Yi's third strike, leaving him with no room to maneuver.

Winter here, even when the sun shines brightly and casts its light across the city, remains bitingly cold. After the brief arrival of spring that year, many people vanished, taking with them their lingering fears and cries of agony.

The reason he insisted on custom-made clothing was merely to maintain his image for the Berlin International Film Festival. Just as when he returned to Beijing, he would wear his undershirts and slippers, or when back in his hometown, he could roll up his pant legs to help his grandfather in the fields. He didn't want to live so exhaustingly just to maintain some so-called fashionable image.

"But..." The man wanted to say more, but he stopped. Since his master had already made the decision, it was impossible to change it.

"Hum..." The sound of a horn echoed, and under the orders of their officers, the stone-throwers began to launch the projectiles from their catapults.

"Tell me, how much time has passed? Why does it feel so clear yet somehow so blurred? Is what I want still there? You old scoundrels of the Immortal Order! I... I will kill you all!" The Demon Emperor Chi You seemed to be in a state of absolute fury, his body emitting countless black mists that shrouded everything within a hundred-mile radius.

As he spoke, Lord Lu's face twisted into a hideous expression. His hands seemed to transform into the sharp, claw-like appendages of a zombie, radiating a faint glow. I knew that if that strike landed, not even a deity could save Chen Fan.

These two were the strongest forces in the entire Church of the Candlelight God, cultivated by the deity over many years. Luo Yi couldn't help but feel envious; although the Church of the Moe God was larger in scale, it had been established for far too short a time, and its foundation was still lacking.

Even Song Shan, whose physique had been tempered countless times by the Cauldron of Origin, could not survive in an environment without oxygen; suffocation would lead directly to death.

"I am terribly sorry, but I really cannot stay a moment longer," Robin said, walking steadily toward the door without stopping.

The burly old sedan bearer's right wrist was severed by Liu Yingfeng's Falling Autumn Leaves strike, and blood sprayed out with a spurt.

I know not how much time had passed, but Xu Qian felt a valve open within him, and his internal energy began to flow ceaselessly, continuous and unending.

I looked at Uncle Cao and understood. Although my grandfather loved to preach reason, he was not a cold-hearted man who would ignore someone in need. Thus, he had saved Uncle Cao and even helped him find Cao Lin.

With a single strum of the pipa, Liu Yingfeng felt a jolt run through his entire body. The hand he used to wield his sword suddenly stopped obeying him and fell to his side.

Wei Yi saw the stranger's full appearance: their face was entirely wrapped in black cloth, revealing only two eyes. Their arms and legs were also swathed in black fabric, looking very much like a mummy, with a tight-fitting suit clinging to a slender, delicate frame.