Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Scheming of the Three Old Foxes

You Yu remained silent; he had no obligation to warn Ren Jiali. If she provoked Sister Xin, she would certainly be the one to suffer.

Wang Xin had already realized that this professor was not treating Jiang Xin in an ordinary way. Coupled with his guilty conscience regarding the list he had submitted, he held out for a few seconds, but having no choice but to respond, he could only hope that Jiang Xin would not speak out of turn later.

Not only was this guy addicted to cosplay, but he also constantly fantasized that he was an emperor. Was he really trying to pull off some domineering monarch act? If he were truly an emperor, the dynasty would likely be ruined in his hands. Hu Cheng and the other two were on the verge of tears, able only to curse silently in their hearts.

Afterward, Liang Yan kept his eyes fixed on Tao Xi’s figure until she disappeared into the night. Only when she was no longer in sight did he return to his car and drive away.

Wu Jiang took the lead, then looked at several capable students in the class, signaling for them to sign up.

After finally getting her into the room, Liang Chenglu threw her onto the bed. Just then, Ling Lin reached out and grabbed him, pulling him down onto the bed along with her.

"Dad, Mom, think about it. I am eighteen this year, Dad you are forty-five, and Mom you are forty-six. I’m sure you will live to be a hundred. But even so, we only have about fifty years left together."

Regardless, the bar officially opened, and An'an returned to her busy life.

Reaching the other end of the park, Tang Ying saw a "Construction in Progress" sign standing at the entrance of the haunted house.

Hearing these rumors, Jian Zhen was caught between laughter and tears, but she simply smiled and let them be.

In fact, this had to do with Guo Dalu’s identity. Although he was an action actor, that was not all he was; he was also a writer, a director, and even a musician. Action acting was merely one of his roles, and it did not account for a large portion of his life.

Looking at her bristling roommate, and then at the "Hundred Days Red Monthly" clutched tightly in her arms, she naturally understood everything.

Because Neji’s chakra was nearly exhausted and he had suffered a serious injury to his right shoulder, Lei Yin signaled the Leaf ninjas as before, instructing Neji to wait for rescue on the spot while he went to pursue Shikamaru and the others.

"Here, you’re tired, right? Have some! Though I don't have anything to eat here," Oreki said to Chitanda while holding out the milk tea.

Nova truly enjoyed everything she ate. A simple charcoal-grilled steak and a bottle of red wine were enough to make her so happy she almost wept again. After dinner, Li Yunfei took out two large tubs; body-refining liquid was quite effective during the initial period of use, so he planned to take another soak today.

The two walked hand in hand into the human auction venue, where the daily auction was just underway.

The Xuanyuan Sword vibrated and hummed. In an instant, the Li Tang Imperial Palace fell into solemnity. The cultivators in Chang'an went silent, not daring to leak even the slightest trace of their spiritual energy.

"They snatched the Purple Lightning Marten? How bold! To awaken the marten's intelligence, Master fed it countless spiritual herbs. Those who dared to steal it must not be allowed to leave alive," the young man’s expression turned icy in an instant.

With a muffled boom, a massive cloud of steam erupted from the surface of the sea. A roar echoed in the void, hindering the shark's pursuit.

After half of the medical staff brought from Suizhou were settled, Wang Xingxin summoned the head of the infirmary, an army physician named Sun Ruhai, and a captain named Zhang Xingjian.

Seeing his Blood God Seal destroyed by the sudden outburst of astonishing sword energy, the red-haired youth seemed to recognize something, and for the first time, a look of gravity appeared in his eyes.

Daoist Wuchen spoke while stomping hard on the stool beneath his feet, causing it to flip over. He leaped onto the stool, and with a flick of his palm, a circular hidden weapon formed of gathered energy flew toward Qianlong like a spinning blade in the air.

Just as Old Liu the Second was reprimanding Wang Xingxin, Li Er was listening to reports within the Qinzheng Hall of the Imperial Palace.

Looking at the child he was holding with one hand—who was still crying incessantly—while reaching out his other hand to his third brother, Niuduzi smiled and grabbed his brother's hand. That was how his third brother pulled him up.

As the saying goes, it is colder when the snow melts than when it falls. Although there was no wind, Xiong Ti still felt waves of chill seeping into his very bones.

"You misunderstood, listen to me!" the fake magistrate said hurriedly. It seemed he only wanted to explain something and had no intention of resisting.

If this group of people were caught in a pincer attack, the slightest carelessness would result in the annihilation of the entire force.

Xiong Ti rested his left hand on his right, and his right hand on his chin, looking around, thinking: This trick will definitely work on Prince Fu.

After all, this was the Netherworld. Even with the Soul-Seeking Boat to lead the way, encountering trouble was unavoidable. Thus, the youth in white not only placed a slave seal on Li Yang but also tied him up to ensure he wouldn't be a distraction if an emergency arose.

These Demon King-level powerhouses lived up to their reputation in the Molo World; the spoils from a single one of them were worth more than the harvest from slaying several Divine Rune experts.

No matter how desolate and ruined it was outside, because of his company, it was not the least bit lonely inside the tent.

Lin Ruo’s face sank. This time, she truly believed that Bai Que had planted Nine-Star spies around the Prince Rong estate. But why had no one discovered them? Leng Su and Wujiu—with their skills, how could they not have noticed?

According to the description by his master, Yun Yan, every time a practitioner ascended to a new realm, it would trigger a corresponding tribulation lightning. Yun Tiange was an exception; he had not encountered a single lightning tribulation since he began his cultivation.

A familiar voice reached his ears, making Chen Che’s scalp tingle and his body tremble like chaff. There was no longer any of the unique sweetness and tenderness in that voice.

He kept his eyes on the road conditions while driving, a faint, imperceptible smile hanging on his noble and perfect face.

Old Ancestor Futian snorted coldly, lifting his left hand to grab toward the silver vortex, while his right hand swung a fist toward the black and white light sphere.