Volume 1, Chapter 32: Strange

"This..." Mu Rou-shuang’s face flushed a deep crimson, and she looked at Lin Yu with a bashful expression: "We haven't reached the stage of being lovers yet..."

Lin Yu looked at her glowing face and smiled gently: "That all depends on whether Rou-shuang will give me the chance."

Hearing this, Mu Rou-shuang felt her heart melting. So, Brother Lin Yu likes me too! This is wonderful!

"Today is truly a joyous day. I’ll finish this glass—everyone else, please drink as you please!" The happiest person present was undoubtedly Elder Mu. Usually composed, he could not hide his overwhelming excitement today. He had been longing for Lin Yu and his granddaughter to become a couple for so long.

As the banquet progressed and the wine flowed, the initial restraint vanished, and the conversation turned...

In an instant, time seemed to stand still. I stared blankly ahead, unable to find the words to say for a long time. After logging off, Tong Tian checked the time and decided to grab a midnight snack before sleeping. In any case, whatever was happening in "Peak" had nothing to do with her; she hadn't even left the beginner's village yet and couldn't do anything anyway.

The most famous star domains in the heavens had all been visited, and there was nowhere safe to stay. Looking at the mountains of rat-man statues here in Yin Mountain, my suspicions were only further confirmed. Wang Yandong, usually a bit dim, noticed that Zhang Honglei was acting strangely; seeing him about to leave, he rushed over and dragged him back by force.

In short, these twenty-odd people had all been wounded in an exceptionally cruel manner. The entire dance floor of the club was covered in blood, resembling a hell on earth, reeking of slaughter.

Chen Xiaoran offered a smile but said nothing; he merely placed his hand on the quilt covering her and pressed down gently.

Wei Wu and I retreated from the main hall of the Qianqing Palace and went to the West Side Hall to await orders, as Bumbutai would surely summon me shortly. Her inner garment was already somewhat translucent, and seeing Dong Ru like this inevitably reminded him of the previous night, the scene of red and white as she loosened her clothes to nurse the child.

My heart skipped a beat. The moment I dreaded had arrived; what new trick was Shen Linfeng going to use to torment my spirit?

Everyone knew that Shen Bai and Xi Lan were leaving tomorrow. Unable to convince them to stay, they instead warmly urged Xi Lan to eat more and welcomed them to visit again. "He is our guide in the Great Wilderness," Xisai said casually. "We avoided a crisis earlier thanks to him."

Xuan Yuanqi’s face was twisted in pain. He could feel that Ye Zihan’s kick had been powerful; if she increased the pressure, she could crush his skull like a watermelon in seconds.

I wandered through the various stalls with great interest, dutifully playing the part of an ordinary player. A good doctor cannot lose their dedication just because the medical industry has become corrupted. As the saying goes, a straight shadow does not fear a crooked path, unless one has truly done something shameful.

"It's nothing!" Zhuang Qingqing immediately turned her head away. When would she ever have the courage like Huo Lingfeng to speak her mind? Listening to his eloquent speech, no one felt his words were shocking or arrogant; everyone just listened silently, and no one interrupted him.

Thus, the identity of the Black Fog Beast Soul was easy to guess; it was highly likely the lingering remnant or soul of the Nether Black Tiger. Compared to the clean and tidy wealthy district, this place was the difference between heaven and hell—"dirty and chaotic" wasn't even enough to describe it; it was worse than Riverwood Town. However, Zhuang Qingqing always felt he was setting some kind of trap, so she dared not respond rashly.

Qi Yun removed her clothes one by one while the nanny watched from the side. Suddenly, she noticed a white jade-like object embedded in the fair skin of Qi Yun’s right arm. It was shaped like a plum blossom or a peach blossom, emitting a warm, lustrous glow—truly beautiful.

I looked at the fat on the fatty’s body; if he went in there, never mind ten pounds, I reckoned he could lose fifty. After talking with the fatty for a while, I stepped out of the alley just as the workday ended, and employees began trickling out of the company where An Ning worked.

"Is that so? How famous is it? Tell me about it." Zhang Xinsheng looked up and smiled at Liu Fang in greeting, then buried his head again to sort through letters for two other students.

"This Mingyue Pavilion is also an asset of my Imperial Shadow Palace. I came to see how things were going," Mo Chuan said as he walked, teasing her. "I nearly lost my life and only got this small reward. Don't let your handling of it leave me with nothing, or worse, a burden."

Seeing him about to leave, Qiu Chenchen grew anxious. Forgetting that she had sprained her ankle, she tried to chase after him and, in her haste, fell to the ground again.

Princess Zhao Xinjun raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected the young man to agree so readily. It seemed he was just a capable fool with no real schemes. Since that was the case, she could wait until they reached the State of Zhao and then find a way to capture him.

In Qi Yun’s eyes, the beauty danced like a celestial being. But in the eyes of the listeners, the youth sitting under the moon, plucking his zither, was the one who was truly agile and elegant, as if a dream made manifest, radiating a refined, ethereal glow.

The vegetable was pre-cut lotus cabbage, and the oil in the wok was smoking. Stir-frying was no challenge for Zhang Xinsheng; he quickly tossed the vegetables into the wok, skillfully added seasonings, and finished the dish, leaving his mother stunned.

On the way to Chang'an, while the Xia army was distracted, Qi Yun stole a moment to quietly ask Mao Xiuzhi why he hadn't escaped from Guanzhong and why he was in such a pathetic state.

Though he only possessed Foundation Establishment cultivation, relying on the super-treasures he had shamelessly wheedled out of Jin Yang, he had become the nightmare of the Demon-Eliminating Alliance.

Wu Yi felt that the moment the man in the black robe entered the room, let alone the blustering Pang Jingyun, even Li Chundao, Huo Ling'er, and Tan Jie all restrained their expressions and braced themselves, bowing to the black-robed man.

Jin Yang waited for a long time, but instead of an ambulance, many SWAT officers appeared outside, spreading out to high vantage points, all aiming their guns at the interrogation room door. He reckoned that if he showed the slightest sign of letting his guard down, they would shoot without hesitation.

What comforted the Indians was that the new Pakistani government, which had maintained good relations with them, did not impose an embargo; their civilian commercial exports were still guaranteed, though the efficiency was not as high as before.

There was nothing to say. Regarding Roland, everyone felt nothing but gratitude. Saving their eldest brother was tantamount to saving them all. They all knew the title of "Ten Heavenly Kings" was held up almost entirely by Caesar alone; if Caesar fell, they would no longer be the Ten Heavenly Kings. How could Roland let Caesar die so easily?

Seeing Bai Yong’s eyes turn red, Jin Yang quickly explained, simultaneously casting a spiritual force to seal the mouth of the gourd. Although he didn't fear the flames inside, it was still quite annoying, wasn't it?

"Wrath of the Thunder God!" Lu Tianmang roared. All the lightning energy in his body converged into his palm, forming a wild lightning serpent that struck down from the sky toward Ye Kong.

Zhang Di frowned, set down his wine glass, picked up his chopsticks, and suddenly made a move, pinning the man's finger between the two thin bamboo sticks.

A completely different kind of wind crossbow appeared, shrouded in a scarlet aura, looking exceptionally bizarre and enchanting.