Volume 1, Chapter 65: Must Be Taken Away

I quietly released my right hand, which had been holding Li Jingshuang's ankle. My face flushed red, and I found myself torn between leaving and staying.

He dodged from one city block to another, experiencing several extremely close calls. Wandering around in this zig-zagging fashion, it looked as though he was moving aimlessly, but in reality, his overall trajectory was heading towards the northern part of Shibuya.

I had been constantly worried that the two lecherous men might resort to forced advances under the influence of alcohol, but upon hearing Ye Xuwei's decision, I couldn't help feeling a wave of relief.

The young sect master, Lingxin, had instructed him to search for the three supreme Yang items. Results had already been yielded for the red garlic and the black dog tooth, leaving only the square pomelo leaf stubbornly difficult to find.

"Dad, Mom!" I shouted out to the two of them. Then, my eyes turning red, I rushed forward and embraced them.

Joe raised his wine glass, but the moment he brought it to his lips, he suddenly frowned and stared coldly at Terry.

"Going shopping?" Hu Qing looked at Liu Qingqing's pretty face and her graceful figure. It would be a miracle if no one hit on her when she went out.

Based on his years of experience, he could easily judge that the scene before him was definitely not something that could be caused by human effort alone.

Consort Yue obediently murmured her assent. Only now did she suddenly understand that Wang Jinshu's fuss was simply to prevent the Emperor from finding out what Consort Ning had done, and to keep the Emperor from being put on the spot in front of so many people.

The car drove away, kicking up billows of dust that gradually blurred Chen Zhangchang's facial features. One could only see his retreating figure as he lured the zombies away, fading like a wisp of wind.

There were eight households in total, and their houses were extremely low and dilapidated—the kind that were constantly patched up and seemed as though they would collapse at the first gust of wind. It was said that the able-bodied men from two or three of these families had been beaten and sent to the hospital, and at this point, pursuing who had thrown the punches was completely meaningless.

Hearing this, Qiao Wan pulled off the blanket. Forgetting her current embarrassment, she asked excitedly, "Why resign?" If she resigned, she would have even less chance to investigate the clues.

Harley sat cross-legged on the body of Number Five, a flask of wine placed beside him and a Xun flute in his hand. He played it leisurely as he strolled slowly along the woodland.

The pinnacle of staff techniques is the law that staff techniques follow, which is the legendary concept of defeating motionlessness with motion. This is enlightened from the Law of Force, and naturally carries the power of the Law of Force along with it.

The man's right hand flicked a tissue in a gorgeous arc, and then smoothly pressed Qiao Wan's hand—which had been covering his chest—firmly against his own musculature.

A wave of emotion rippled across his face. This person had actually been able to completely conceal his spiritual perception and appear silently right behind him! Based on this alone, he was utterly unmatched by him. Moreover, judging by the voice, the intruder seemed to be just a youth. Previously, he had considered himself a genius for reaching the Star Soul realm at such an age.

Her relationship with Chen Zekai was not deep to begin with, and now, with her father meddling like this, she was afraid Chen Zekai would feel uncomfortable in his heart.

Evil and ominous tripod? What utter nonsense! He only believed in what he saw with his own eyes.

When Gu Chenfeng received Lu Jiaxin's call, it was inconvenient for him to answer. Less than a minute after the ringing stopped, Lu Jiaxin's text message came through. Gu Chenfeng opened it to find she was asking him to come home for dinner.

Having returned empty-handed, Detective Yang took his outer jacket and walked back holding his rumbling stomach; Tong Sisi was no longer in the morgue. He assumed that during the time he had spent squatting in the restroom with a stomachache, Tong Sisi had finished her business and left early upon failing to find him.

Watching the system sprite fluttering continuously around him, Ning Feng could not help but roll his eyes. However, he did not say a word, and instead continued to climb upward.

At this moment, ripples spread through the void as the Tower of Taixu suddenly manifested in mid-air. The instant the Tower of Taixu appeared, Wen Qinghai's expression shifted slightly, a peculiar glint flashing across his eyes, though it vanished instantly.

The apricot tree sprite had been following the Master of Tongtian for an even longer time, and naturally knew all too well how much Tongtian cherished the Nine Transformations of Xuan Tian and the Blood Curse. Furrowing his brow deeply, he shook his head repeatedly and declared flatly that it was impossible.

The emotion she carried was very faint, extremely faint—the kind of detachment where nothing in the world mattered to her.

Those two fellows let out a "heh" and charged together toward Ning Feng. One of the burly men, standing one meter eighty-nine tall, reached out his palm—broad as a cattail-leaf fan—and grabbed right toward Ning Feng.

In two days, Xu Zheng was going to Dahuling to offer tribute. He was leading a massive army to press upon Fu Shan's borders as a gesture to Hu Qi. If Hu Qi truly dared to make a move against Xu Zheng, he would join forces with Tubo to strike at Fu Shan.

Back in the day, heavenly gods saved all living beings, but what about now? Where are the heavenly gods? Will a heavenly god descend from the heavens once more to save humanity?

Immediately afterward, he scanned his surroundings and discovered that this was a nearly deserted town, within which he caught the faint scent of blood.

Chonglou frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased. Inadvertently, his gaze swept toward the left, and a flash of light crossed his eyes. Seeming to have sensed the aura of the Zhaodan Divine Sword, he hesitated no longer, transforming into a red streak of light as he flew off in that direction.

The throngs of powerful figures inside the Qiu family's mountain gates were left speechless. *Damn it, our place is merely an insignificant mine; how could the Invincible Lord possibly be here?*

"Noble Consort Xian holds a higher rank than this concubine. Since we crossed paths, this concubine could not fail to step forward and pay respects. I originally intended to pay my respects and leave, but I was called to a halt by Noble Consort Xian..." As she spoke, Consort Fu trailed off, leaving her words hanging.

For he did not know that Lin Tian's current strength had already broken through to the peak of the Second Heavenly Layer of the Martial Emperor Realm.

King Honghai gestured and pointed, analyzing various auras for Fang Ao. Having lived for a remarkably long time, even though the South China Sea was not his home turf, he was still aware of a great deal.

The silk fabric of the clothes on her body was superior to anything she usually wore, and the hairpins on her head were not items that a girl from an ordinary family could afford to wear, elevating her status immediately. In her past life, Zhang子轩 (Zhang Zixuan) had concubine-maids by his side, and Yuan Niang would have to be an absolute fool not to recognize the identity of these two maids.