Volume One, Chapter 29: The Impatient Fat Man!

"Hello, Mr. He!" The old man looked radiant, appearing at most fifty years old. It was hard to imagine he was He Xinyi’s grandfather; he was clearly well-maintained. If he were back in my hometown, a grandfather of that age would likely have white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

I truly couldn't fathom why Fatty Dong had brought me to a place like this. What kind of entertainment could possibly be found here?

"Thank you, I can manage on my own." I declined politely. Setting aside her earlier remarks mocking my achievements, anyone could see why she was being so enthusiastic toward me now.

However, I still hoped she was crying for the latter reason, as that would mean I still held a place in her heart, rather than being merely a "pastime."

Because the night was deep and quiet, even the slightest sound was incredibly distinct. From the balcony, I could hear my phone ringing in the bedroom.

"Well, what do you think? The air-raid shelter is not bad, is it?" Seeing Dongzi standing there dumbfounded, unable to even articulate a sentence, Li Feng found it somewhat amusing.

Weidenfeller broke into a cold sweat, but the ball grazed the goalpost and flew out of bounds. It missed by less than a centimeter.

Should I go over there? Should I go and explain to her father that I really have nothing to do with this guy?

As he spoke, he led me to a corner in the distance, reached out, and tapped a few times on one of the marble wall tiles. A low, rumbling sound followed, and a hidden door appeared in front of me.

At that moment, a sturdy arm suddenly appeared around Long Yichen’s waist, pulling him back with force and preventing a tragedy that had ended before it even began.

Jiu Jiu was his wife, and Yu Xi was aware of that. Knowing Yu Xi’s character, she would never do such a thing.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a spare key on the shoe cabinet. My gaze dropped, and I saw the keys on the coffee table.

Yan You smiled bitterly to herself. How could she tell them that her distress stemmed from what Jiang Wan and Yi Jin had done, or from Mo Yishen’s feelings toward her, which left her feeling restless and confused?

Massive rifts tore through the earth, and the Grand Canyon, already characterized by its deep crevices, became the most popular destination for world explorers after this event.

I rushed over, kowtowed deeply three times to Lord She and Princess Li Tang, and called them Father and Mother. Tears instantly streamed down my face, and I was so choked with emotion that I couldn't utter a single word.

She had too many injuries: her palms were lacerated, her forehead was bleeding from a collision, there were bruises on her neck, and her cheeks were swollen. It was heartbreaking to look at.

I had known Zhuang Shaofei for three years. To others, it might not seem like long, but that was the duration since I had arrived in this world. "Zhuang Garlic" had essentially grown up alongside me. In my heart, he was truly just like Dasheng; what he had done for me was even more than what Dasheng had.

I woke up early the next morning while still in a daze, suddenly feeling a warmth on my face. When I opened my eyes, I was startled. Li Yanyan was looking at me with a beaming smile. Only then did I realize that I had actually slept in Li Yanyan’s bed the night before.

At this very moment, my heart was in turmoil. Could it be that Peng Yuxin had really moved on with someone else? Otherwise, why didn't she accept my confession immediately when I told her face-to-face? Perhaps her claim that she "wasn't ready" was just to buy time and keep me steady.

Once upon a time, it was this voice that gave the four Demon Marshals and the Demon Race hope for survival. Now, this voice had returned—what would it bring to the four Demon Marshals and the Demon Race this time?

But his speaking up immediately gave the three an opening. They launched a fierce assault, forcing the rest of his words back down his throat. He was truly stifled to the extreme.

"Youya, are you alright?" You Shang opened his right palm, revealing a bizarre phantom beast. The creature opened its mouth wide, pouring out a strange and evil power. A centimeter away from You Shang’s palm, Liao’s fist seemed as though it had been frozen in place.

The design of paperless trading was originally intended to combat the rampant black-market trading of the time: by converting physical stocks into electronic ones, centralized in the exchange's electronic trading system for unified transfer, black-market trading would lose its market.

"How come you two guys didn't help me smooth things over?" As soon as they got into the car, Zhao Zhengce complained to his two security guards.

Besides, since ancient times, dragon palaces have been filled with treasures. Occupying the West Sea, how could they have shortchanged themselves? I imagine they are now wallowing in wealth.

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he hadn't anticipated such a grand lineup, nor could he have predicted that the reasons the various nations had gathered were so absurd and ridiculous. Though the Western Concubine was formidable, her age and cultivation meant she could not possibly be the "Demon Blood Sea." He even questioned the extent to which the legends of the Demon Blood Sea had been exaggerated.

Tortured by the bitter cold for so long, both sides were finally set to unleash the war they had been building up all winter. Iron and blood would once again become the most talked-about topics on Oslo.

"Alright, my lord. In fact, the phantom beasts of Dome Mountain are not as terrifying as you imagine!" Zeng Huan took a deep breath.

What a girl, always looking for shortcuts. Even after being praised, she kept that blank expression—neither sad nor happy, neither arrogant nor humble—yet she acted dull and dim-witted. Was she hiding her sharpness?

Zhuo Bufan’s eyes flashed, and a purple hammer rose above his head. This was his Dharma manifestation: the Hammer of Thor.

"Oh, Liangchen, why are you here?" Wang Tao asked in surprise as he opened the door.

At that moment, those deep, focused eyes were so sharp they were chilling. For the first time, she felt fear.

Sighing helplessly, he tried to think as hard as he could. After a long time, he finally settled on a general direction and decided to try following it, regardless of whether it was right or wrong. But he hadn't walked far before he had to admit he was completely lost and confused, unable to recall a single detail no matter how hard he tried.