Volume 1, Chapter 25: Ning Qingcheng Starts a Livestream

Wang Xudong stepped out of Qin Kexin’s home, wandered around for a bit, and then checked into a nearby hotel.

"You’re just bragging, aren’t you? Tell me, what score do you think you can actually get?" Bai Muxue curled her lip in disbelief.

So what if he’s a great general? He clearly doesn't know how to raise a young woman. If you want her, just take her—the key is to pick the right person, don’t you think?

Wang Xudong drove back to the company. The two remained silent throughout the journey.

"I’m happy today, I want to drink." Qin Kexin opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass. She clinked her glass against Wang Xudong’s; the sight of one person sipping wine from a stemmed glass while the other chugged beer straight from the bottle was undeniably strange.

But the further they ventured inside, the dimmer the light became. Finally, after turning past a burial chamber, the last traces of daylight vanished, leaving only the orange glow of torches mounted on the walls.

Seeing that Yue Chu refused to turn her head, Wen Shang simply moved to the other side, swaying back and forth in front of her.

Lin Feng was speaking the truth. In his eyes, Bai Muxue was a natural clothes hanger; she looked good in practically anything. When such a figure wore the most eye-catching designer fashion, one could only imagine how stunning the result would be.

A single seventh-rank primary-level Giant Boneless Spirit Insect was enough to leave the Purple Corpse Puppet helpless. If not for the broken Yaoguang sword, one alone would have been enough to put him in grave danger. Here, there was an entire nest?

Hearing the patriarch’s words, the people of Shen Family Village became even more fearless. They knew exactly what they were fighting for. There could be no risks; they could not gamble, nor could they afford to. To let a tiger return to the mountains is to invite disaster upon one’s own companions and kin. To leave none behind and pull out the roots—that was the only way.

Of course, a more significant reason was likely that Zhou Hua and Ruda were simply too recognizable; with one handsome and the other imposing, the two had already become the signature brand of the "Four-Man Band."

Chu Tianshuang knew what Chu Haotian was worried about. They were all beauties of national renown, and such appearances easily invited trouble.

Li Shiyu stared at Zhao Mu, who was fast asleep with his arms crossed over his chest, lost in a daze.

Potassium permanganate solution is a strong oxidizing agent. If you soak a bronze artifact in it for two or three days, it will turn a deep, mossy green. If you then bury it in the soil for a month, the entire object will exude an ancient air. Of course, other additives are used in the process of creating such forgeries.

Naturally, Lin Feng would not do that—not because he was infatuated with her, but because he was curious and wanted to delve into her past. Was this not the perfect opportunity?

Fifteen minutes later, I arrived downstairs at my building. After paying the fare, I turned to head up, but the driver suddenly said, "This is far from over." As I looked at him in surprise, I saw the corners of his mouth lift into a strange smile before he sped away.

Han Xuan’s parents were very happy that night. After calling the old man to share the good news, his grandfather Guo Muzhou was also informed. The news spread rapidly across the globe; many newspaper and television station directors in other time zones were woken from their sleep by phone call after phone call.

Originally, Lin Ming had only begrudgingly kept Zilan by his side because she was the third task in the Reaper Cultivation System's Soul Society arc. But after spending time together, Lin Ming suddenly felt that Zilan was actually a pretty good girl. Thinking about it, the possibility of adding her to his harem wasn't entirely out of the question.

Seeing him looking like he’d seen a ghost, I felt a bit strange myself. I chuckled self-deprecatingly and walked forward. It would take less than ten minutes to reach the bridge arch from here. I took out my phone and clipped it to a selfie stick. "Come on out, come on out, the livestream is starting." It was 11:28 PM, the dead of night.

The night passed in silence. The next morning, sunlight fell on Chu Haotian’s face. He blinked his eyes, only to find a foot resting right on his face.

Lu Xia stared at her third uncle, dumbfounded. She still remembered how Young Master Yan had once used her as bait to lure monsters, causing her to be injured and fall unconscious. In the end, Young Master Yan was disciplined twice, and later, he was almost too afraid to speak to her at all.

If he just ignored it... his reputation would likely be ruined. Not only would he bring shame upon his teacher, but he would also be mocked by the Kages of other ninja villages, and it might even implicate Minato.

With no other choice, Yamazaki Kai had to call the two deities out of his thermos to participate in the discussion, which made the Goddess of Nature, Aishie, and the God of War, Thomas, feel quite uncomfortable being stared at.

Xu Feiqiong: The internet is a long river—a river that exists between us but not in reality. I am on this side, and you are on the other. It is merely a form of watching, a form of anticipation, though one filled with expectation and fantasy. When the dream ends, you realize that nothing remains.

Originally, it was impossible for a Dead Servant to become a pure-blooded Dragon. As the dragon genes occupied more and more of the genetic high ground, human genes would launch a terrifying counterattack.

Ma Hongjun hovered in mid-air. Behind him, seven soul rings—mysterious red, purple, and red—swirled like seven dazzling divine wheels, or seven massive cavernous heavens. He locked his spiritual sense onto the giant silk net cast by the monster and drove the Phoenix flames attached to it toward the peak nestled in the crevices of the Sea Erosion Cliff.

Chu Zichuan let out a roar, transforming into a bolt of furious white lightning. He violently twisted and leaped in the air, covering a dozen meters in an instant.

This also explains, from the opposite perspective, why Naruto and Sasuke had such high talent yet remained so weak after twelve years.

The opening of Zeus’s Horn split apart, and a round table covered with a snow-white tablecloth rose up, appearing abruptly in the very center of the arena map.

Hearing Ma Hongjun announce the end of the technique, the eighteen Luo Sanpaos in the field turned into streams of purple-red light, converging into one. In an instant, only a single Luo Sanpao remained.

This would become a regret of youth buried deep in the heart, like an old photo album yellowing with time—every time it is opened, it brings a sense of sorrow.

Military Doctor Pang didn’t want to anger Doctor Xing; he only wanted to go in and see the patient’s condition and observe how she had handled the wounds.

Feng Gu struggled with himself for a moment, but felt he had to be hard-hearted and make it clear: "Although I cannot speak of their secrets, I can tell you that they are not something ordinary mortals can contend with. And you, Feng Ling, are one of two such people."

At this moment, terrifying, invisible auras emanated from the mountaintop, as if a peerless primordial beast were lurking there.

However, the records of the Law Enforcers told him that even if his bloodline showed no abnormalities, he would have to remain under observation until the age of forty-five before he could be released to live the life of a normal person.