Volume 1, Chapter 53: He Flipped Me Off!

The bailiffs prepared fine tea and pastries for them in the back parlor and then withdrew.

The old man’s words served as the final verdict. As the local director of the God-Slaying Pavilion, once he made a decision, no one dared to raise a dissenting opinion.

Following a deafening roar, the Human King Seal and the water dragon exploded simultaneously. The two resulting shockwaves possessed an unmatched might, and as they expanded, they slammed heavily against the protective barrier of the arena.

Zheng Xiaoren’s words caused Chen Biwang’s expression to grow somewhat embarrassed. Just as the other party pointed out, he really did not have much money on him. Though there were a few thousand yuan in his savings passbook at home, that money was meant for his future wedding and could not be touched lightly; the cash he had on hand added up to less than five hundred.

Every time I open the author assistant, I tell myself I should no longer harbor any expectations, yet I still find myself looking forward to it every day. Perhaps I am truly foolish—writing poorly yet refusing to stop serializing, while pining for feedback all day long.

"Silly girl, don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame your own naivety," Old Man Li said.

Seeing this, the others also began to file out one after another. Just at that moment, Elder Yan happened to come upstairs, gave them a slight nod upon seeing them, and continued on his way.

That pair of tear-drenched, glistening eyes struck the bartender's heart with immediate force. He quickly averted his gaze, fearing that a single glance more would trigger something beyond his control and shatter his restraint.

Seeing Gongsun Li's unkind expression, Marco Polo was startled and leaped back a step, instinctively reaching defensively for the pistol at his waist.

The two of them were utterly shocked, unable to stop themselves from thinking: Is this the world outside Southern Chu? Is this the world of martial artists?

Cao Bin smiled faintly, evidently having given this matter profound thought, and was not cornered by the question.

Chong Heihu was a chess piece he had planted more than a decade ago. At that time, his blood-sacrifice technique had not yet been perfected, so if a person retained their spiritual consciousness, it would be preserved indefinitely. Although it could normally be suppressed, under certain specific circumstances, this sliver of spiritual consciousness could still temporarily take control of the body for a period of time.

Two tires were blown, the rear windshield was shattered beyond recognition, and the car body was peppered with dense bullet holes. Rosen estimated in his heart that if he sent this to a repair shop, the cost of fixing it would be enough for him to buy another identical car.

At this point, Liu Fulin looked closer and realized that, just as this person had said, corn cobs were placed at the bottom of the pit.

After conducting a thorough study of this spiritual lotus, Meng Zhou also discovered that the "lotus sprite" harbored within the pink flower bud and the entire spiritual lotus itself possessed aspects of mutual independence as well as indivisible unity.

It was very steady, without the slightest hint of swaying, and the bicycle smoothly made its way all the way toward Hu Yanqiu's home.

Who could have expected that just as they returned from lunch at the restaurant, they would find members of the Personnel Department waiting by He Yue's workstation.

However, as she passed the washbasin, she suddenly halted her steps and instinctively glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

Rong Sui did not notice Zhou Yuntian's reaction. She let out a yawn, adjusted her posture, closed her eyes, and drifted back to sleep.

Every Foundation Establishment estate owner was silently increasing the amount of land they reclaimed, displaying a sort of "first come, first served" mentality, eager to snap up the benefits before anyone else.

The night was as black as ink, and bone-chilling winds howled, sounding as though countless wronged souls were weeping in the gale, making one's hair stand on end.

Zhao Baoyu felt an immense sense of pride. The Go game laid out by Wuyazi strongly suggested that Senior Wuyazi was an earthling, a descendant of Huaxia.

The gazes of the crowd converged upon Sang Ruo, who walked at the very forefront of Moon God Port, speculating wildly about his true background.

The hand gripping the staff trembled imperceptibly. The dried bloodstains on his forehead were mixed with glittering crystalline particles, shimmering faintly amidst the residual crimson.

Contrary to Yang Xu's expectations, although he had been roaming outside for the past two days, no powerful figures had come to trouble him.

Back then, Jin Huiyuan had been the most outstanding assassin in the entire killer organization, unmatched in every aspect. Yet this SGSS had actually managed to fill her with a sense of awe, making her feel as though she were looking up at a towering mountain. Consequently, she developed a deep adoration for him and revered him as her boss.

With this halt, the three quietly stationary wizard ships stood out sharply and conspicuously amidst the chaotic and lively scenery.

Crucially, this capability of large-scale climate interference carried immense strategic significance. The superiors judged Chen Guangming's value to be exceptionally high, and thus forbade the police from arresting him until sufficient data had been acquired.

Walking at the very front now was Valen of the Green Scorpion Kingdom, yet he had not even managed to cover three hundred meters, appearing utterly insignificant along the roughly three-thousand-meter sheepskin parchment racetrack.

Amidst the exchange among the few, Yue Guan finally slowly regained consciousness. As he opened his mouth, he spat out a clump of blood mixed with ice shards, yet following this, his physical condition improved significantly.

Was she good? Aside from playing the piano quite well, being somewhat foolish, and possessing a kindness that left people speechless, was she really good?

Her gaze fell a hundred meters away, where a blurry, ethereal black shadow still hovered above the dragon's head, appearing so surreal and uncanny within this desolate and dreary space.

"I'm sleepy. We'll talk tomorrow." Jiang Ruoxi rose from his embrace and walked toward the large bed in the room.

Leng Yan did not speak; his silence was tacit consent. Since Jiang Jianmin had personally called to invite him and arranged their meeting place at Minghao, how could he possibly be unaware of Jiang Jianmin's true intentions?