Volume 1, Chapter 34: I Do Not Want to Drink Chicken Soup

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"Ye Tangmu, look at the mess you've made! Why did you poke the baby while he was nursing?" Luo Qimo's chest was covered in milk stains from the baby spitting up.

"Hand it over," Pi Anlu said, reaching out. In truth, he preferred not to kill this fellow if he could avoid it; deep down, he felt a certain degree of trepidation.

Luo Heng shook his head helplessly, his expression softening with indulgence. He walked over to the passenger side, retrieved Jiang Bai’s bag, and closed the car door.

"This is something I need for refining, so it’s not for eating. By the way, why are you here?" By all logic, you should be in class right now.

Furthermore, the love-gu is currently in the hands of the Dream God and has not yet been implanted into Yun Yeyuan’s body, so you have yet to fulfill your end of our agreement.

"A fine Xu Chu! What a thrill!" Dian Wei suddenly threw his head back and let out a series of hearty laughs. The murderous aura on his face was more intense than ever. Up close, one could clearly see the veins bulging on his neck, forehead, and the hands not covered by his armor, much like the veins on his neck. The bloodlust and killing intent in his brow were self-evident.

If this world were to lose Lu Qinglian, who knows how many years it would take for another such figure to emerge.

Things were much easier to handle now. Gao Yuan applied the Sanda techniques he had learned from Wang Ziyun—simple, direct, and ruthless. One minute later, the fight was over.

Jiang Xie’s words were perfectly valid. Counting the four years he spent in the Tianxuan Continent, Yue Ya must be twenty-seven or twenty-eight by now. It’s a mystery how she has managed to get by.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Yang Xuan and Liu Gui shifted instantly. They looked at Chen Xiao in disbelief. Chen Xiao merely raised an eyebrow and lifted his palm. Two streaks of light immediately flew out from Yang Xuan and Liu Gui, converging into Chen Xiao's hand to transform into a dense concentration of starlight energy.

He tried to clench the hand he had used to cast the zero-art into a fist to trigger the final explosive effect, only to find that an invisible force prevented his hand from forming a fist at all.

Regrettably, to his shock and disbelief, the Demon Owl remained unmoved by his command. It neither refused nor replied, as if it were waiting for something.

"What are your conditions? Tell me!" Hearing this, Feng Jian felt as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and asked hurriedly.

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"So impatient! How will you ever accomplish anything great?" seeing Hou Lei panting and drenched in sweat, his mother rebuked him with dissatisfaction.

She had been so focused on listening to Qiu Daoren just now that she had neglected to mention such a crucial matter. She thought that since she had met with the Sect Master, the matter should be made clear. Even if the Sect Master did not believe her, it would at least serve as a warning for Gong Bao. Lost in thought, she turned her head back to look, but Qiu Daoren was no longer where he had been.

Chu Zifeng glanced at the stretch of sea they were approaching and broke out in a cold sweat. Could there be some guardian entity watching over this half of the sea?

As Nalan Zhenshan’s personal bodyguard for many years, Gao Chang had a deep understanding of his personality and thoughts.

When Li Longxian saw Ying Wantian being captured into the "Blood Pagoda," he knew that his fate was likely sealed. Now, hearing Shen Feng speak in such a manner, he could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Qin Susu gave a cold laugh and clapped her hands. From all directions, figures in black descended—these were the most elite assassins of the Xuantian Sect. The fact that they could appear silently within the Imperial Palace was a testament to the sect’s formidable power.

The midsummer afternoon sun poured down in a sweltering heat, illuminating the rose trellis that climbed the corridors of the Duke of Anguo’s manor. Pink roses bloomed in dense clusters, crowding together to reveal their delicate beauty.

"Momo, it seems I really should have had you come to the company sooner!" If he had tied her to his side earlier, he could have been at ease.

"Has the young master not returned yet?" The middle-aged man stopped speaking to Baihe and instead asked the attendant beside him, his face masked in faint anger; he seemed utterly exasperated with this "young master."

But Zhang Yang knew this was no sign of impending ascension to immortality; this was, damn it, a sign of fainting.

He felt his back gradually heating up. Looking back, he saw green wings emerging. Because the circulation of his magic power was slow, the expansion of the Green Fire Wings was also sluggish. Seeing this, Zhang Yang let out a sigh of relief, his heart finally settling.

Xiao Luo thought to himself that without pulse wheels, he could not cultivate any orthodox Taoist techniques, and he felt a distinct lack of confidence.

The next day, she felt a mix of secret joy and disappointment. He had clearly said he would take the initiative, yet he was nowhere to be found.

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Qin Muchen finished reading and placed the papers on the table. In his arms, Su Nian’an sat with vacant eyes, staring at nothing, lost in thought.

A dozen hunters nodded in unison and began to draw their bows. Behind them, the younger, able-bodied men were even paler, gripping their wooden clubs tightly, their legs trembling slightly.

If they had the medicine provided by Gu Dongchen, the number of casualties would definitely decrease. They were desperate to obtain his medicine, but unfortunately, Gu Dongchen had vanished for two months. Even with every method at their disposal, they could not find him.

"Manager Wei, we really aren't asking for much. How about this? Whatever he sells them to you for, I’ll sell them to you for the same price—fifty taels. How does that sound?" As he said this, Wells felt his heart bleeding; selling them for fifty taels was a loss-making liquidation, a desperate attempt to earn something rather than nothing.

"Who told that guy to capture the leader of an underground organization yesterday!" Chris’s gaze lingered on the eateries along the roadside.

The disciples of the Sword Hall, who had been cheering earlier, were now plunged into a heavy silence, each of them dumbfounded and unable to speak.

Ever since last night’s conversation, the bearded man seemed to be avoiding Li Xiaoyi. He probably hadn't figured out those few questions yet, so he teamed up with Zheng Zha instead.

For him, the two secret manuals of the Tianshan Strange Hero obtained by "Undefeated Playful Boy" Gu Santong and "Iron-Galled Divine Marquis" Zhu Wushi were nothing rare.

"Don't 'His Highness' me. There is no royal status here; if you do something wrong, you will be punished just the same. You can come, but the problem is that I’m the one who suffers. Haven't you heard Liu Ao say that your performance in the study of things is failing? I’ll be implicated as well."

He did not know how much time had passed, but when Weigong Juxian woke up, he found himself in a clean room.