Volume One, Chapter 55: Please, Stay Alive

Old Xiao Tiger was very curious about what it was. He picked one up and tossed it into his mouth.

It was so bitter that his brows knit together, and he wanted to spit it out.

But then he remembered that it had been prepared for him by the beautiful lady. Reluctant to waste it, he thought it must be some kind of restorative medicine, steeled himself, chewed it to pieces, and swallowed it.

He immediately picked up a pastry and took a bite. As its sweet, fragrant flavor spread through his mouth, a smile returned to his face.

Freshly gathered sea shellfish had no fishy odor. They were sweet, tender, and smooth, though the ones just dug up still contained some grit and mud, which had to be squeezed out before eating.

Unfortunately, the seed of suspicion had already been planted. No matter how often she reassured herself, she still could not suppress her unease. What would she do if he really found out?

“Enough, enough, enough! I surrender. It won’t happen again. I’ll be more careful. I promise this is the last time!” Zhang Jialiang said, deeply moved. Stroking Huang Fei’er’s hand, he cast a meaningful glance at Qiu Lihua. Clearly, those words were meant for both women to hear.

“Yu You, you won’t be lucky forever! I’ve said it before: in this competition, I will not let you make it to the end. I absolutely will not!” Yu Wei warned.

A loud rumbling suddenly sounded beside her. A figure stepped in front of her, and a barrier appeared at the same time.

On Christmas, which was also Li Jiayu’s birthday, neither Li Jiayu nor Duan Weiqi had any free time. The New Year holiday came two days later, however, so they worked ahead and planned to celebrate together during the break.

Before the competition, Luo Tianhuan had decided to become a sniper, but that did not mean he had abandoned his dual-sword style. Luo Yiling had chosen the dual-sword path in his place, allowing Luo Tianhuan to switch from sniper to dual-sword fighter at any critical moment and catch his opponents off guard.

Lu Meng involuntarily shifted his legs, trying to move even two millimeters farther away from this dangerous man. Zhuge Liang felt as though even his ribs were vibrating.

It was not until she got into the taxi that she began replaying what Grandma Wang had said earlier in her mind. Her feeling of unease gradually grew stronger.

Zhang Yifeng drove back to his own courtyard. After thinking it over, he remembered that there was still serious business to attend to. He could not keep playing around.

The Shadowless Horse’s hooves flew, churning up clouds of dust. Before the deputy general could even announce his name, Huo Qubing had already knocked him from the saddle.

Yet Mo Song had accumulated only a little more than five cubic centimeters of star energy. After this body-tempering session, it would be almost completely exhausted.

“Report, General! Zhang Dali has been surrounded by our forces, but he refuses to surrender and has even killed General Zhao, who was leading the army. Both sides fought to the death, and each suffered victories and defeats,” the soldier reported to Tian Yu.

Liu De finally thought of an excellent solution, one that would be extremely effective against the powerful clans in the early stages: relocating them. Moreover, as long as his descendants strictly followed the system he had established, maintaining the Great Han for four hundred years would be more than possible, even if eight hundred years might be too much to claim.

Although that era lay unimaginably far in the past, Ning Ye had just finished looking at the murals, and his heart was filled with sorrow and indignation on behalf of that ancient sage, along with grief and outrage at what those members of the human race had done.

“To suppress the two of us so effortlessly—this strength is already not much inferior to that of Senior Brother before he entered seclusion!” another person exclaimed.

Ning Shuangying had finally found an opportunity to have Yu Liuming ask something of her, so she naturally intended to make the most of it. As Yu Liuming circled around her, showering her with every kind of flattering word, Ning Shuangying laughed coyly, thoroughly enjoying herself, yet she still refused to give him an answer.

He had just picked up a piece of cola-braised chicken wing when Chu’s mother rapped the back of his hand with her chopsticks. The chicken wing fell back into the bowl.

As a spirit beast that had accompanied the Celestial Grotto for half its life, the Vermilion Bird was equivalent to a supreme deity within it and possessed nearly every authority.

The Martial Emperor Zhenwu smiled as he asked the Celestial Emperor and the White Emperor. The latter said nothing, and his expression was not very pleasant either.