Volume 1, Chapter 33: Do Not Interfere With Her Karma

"Aunt, could it be..." Did Li Jin come over to propose marriage today? She hadn't even agreed to him yet; how could he go behind her back and speak to her family? Was he trying to force her hand?

Shen Tianlan glanced at the tents of the other two elders, noting that they had also set up barriers and likely wouldn't be coming over for the time being.

Chen Sangou caught it in one go. The large peach was bright red, and the fuzz on its skin had already been washed away; it was one of the fruits Yang Ruoqing kept on her person for her own consumption.

When the Emperor-level powerhouse vanished once more, the energy within Ling Xiao’s body began to circulate again, guided by Ling Xiao into his various vital points, flowing through them to repair the surrounding meridians.

"But I keep thinking back to the times you sang for me," Li Jin said, looking a bit dazed.

In his memories, however, his relationship with Chu Yulan had truly been no better than that of strangers all along.

When Cang Mo arrived with his men, he happened to see Bo Ye Zimo acting completely deranged. The sight of him laughing so wildly made him feel inexplicably amused.

In any case, the impression she gave was as if Shen Tianlan were trying to snatch her Ice String Zither.

The sensation was so overwhelming that Hu Helu broke into a cold sweat; he even felt a wave of nausea, a stomach spasm triggered by intense stimulation.

That one sentence left He Yuannian speechless and deeply frustrated. When had he ever been involved in anything wicked? These two were spouting nonsense. Now, sand had drifted into his eyes, and the moment he rubbed them, they burned with a sharp, stinging pain. They were so irritated that two streams of tears wouldn't stop flowing.

After the match ended, Liu Yu took a long, serious look at Li Bing, then smiled faintly.

Actually, it was no wonder. To anyone, being able to give a gift to the unruly Slaughter King Long Batian, and even "casually" wiping out a Level 130 demonic angel, was a feat worth being proud of.

Hearing him speak, Cui Mei nodded hurriedly. "Of course I am willing to suffer for my husband. I would even die for him!" As she spoke, she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

Ye Zhong estimated the maximum range of the spaceship and calculated the possibility of hijacking the vessel to escape the orbital zone, ultimately concluding it was impossible. This type of spaceship was only for short-range travel and could not perform space jumps; without the ability to jump, there was no way to fly out of the orbital zone.

On the west coast of Mainland Island, there was a mountain range rising over 2,000 meters above sea level called Mount Rona's Hill. The headquarters of the Woods Consortium, the largest of the ten major financial groups in the Kingdom of England, was situated in a black ancient castle within a valley on that mountain.

Fu Jiang watched Xiao Hu sitting there in silence, standing by his side without saying a word. Now that things had developed to this point, with thousands, or at least hundreds, of people dying in the Golden Triangle every day, it was impossible to stop. The only outcome would be for one faction to unify the territory.

Listening until there was no more sound inside the great hall, Meng Xunzhen leaped down from the roof and stood at the entrance.

To avoid being discovered by Mrs. Xue, she hurriedly hailed a taxi and left in a panic. It wasn't until she reached the hillside villa that she suddenly realized her bag was missing.

When Shangguan Tiandao sought him out, he was still lost in a sweet dream, believing his real father would bring Ling Yu's severed head to him. All he needed to do was consider what to do with that head—should he kick it around, or feed it to the dogs?

Fear of returning home? It seemed there was such a saying. Ordinary people felt this way, let alone him.

However, the Imperial Capital was not a place just anyone could enter, especially someone like Abast who had come to steal business. A drama of a "dragon crossing the river" battling the "local snake" unfolded. It was in this smoke-free battle that Abast’s reputation as a sinister ghost was born.

"Minos, Kanabel? How did you two end up here?" Haige asked in surprise. Dari and Sili looked curiously at these two prominent figures of the Rakalos Academy.

He went off to make arrangements, passing through security and picking up his luggage. After waiting outside the airport for a while, Yang Dawei returned.

Intense sunlight, water, and sand—aside from the water, which had to be exceptionally clean, Liuxing could not tolerate the others. The strong sunlight was too blinding, the seawater was quite dirty, and the sand made him lose all interest in playing. Unless, of course, his wings were gone.

Hearing from Eunuch Zeng that the Emperor's decree had been issued yesterday and that Consort Shu had moved into the Xunmei Palace, Murong Ningyan had some fine fabrics and jewelry prepared, intending to pay a visit.

Morris and Ben were both dead drunk at the dining table, and even Lin Dong and Sester felt a bit dizzy themselves.

"Although you might feel tired due to the jet lag, don't oversleep tomorrow," Shenyue reminded us, seeing that we all looked exhausted.

Yun Qianhan drew her sword. This blade had been with her for some time; it had been stained with the blood of mountain bandits and cleaned by her time and again. Now, it simply shimmered, sharp and cold, with no one knowing its past.

Because the distance was small and her eyesight was sharp, Lu Jing clearly saw her lips. He could read lips, and she was saying she was going to the best cemetery in the city.

The brawny man’s words were not empty; several dark shadows appeared around Yun Shu, surrounding him tightly.

"Do you know what kind of weapon this is?" Wang Shuo did not pull his hand back, keeping the sight aimed directly at Ning Ziqi.

She clearly felt her palm strike Bu Fan's face, yet he remained unharmed. Most terrifying of all, she was the one struck as if by lightning and blasted away.

The so-called immortals could heal his internal injuries and increase his cultivation just by playing a melody on a leaf they had plucked at random.

When he saw that massive, gray nebula ahead, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

This actually made the agitators quiet down a bit; even the Sect Leader had not expected such a situation.

Watching the family's meals improve day by day, she felt a sense of warmth in her heart. Life was becoming something to look forward to.

Di Xin stepped into the martial arts gym. With its fish tanks, rockeries, and waterfalls, it felt less like a gym and more like a holiday resort.

Murong Lin blurted out that she was generous, saying it without blushing or skipping a beat. Although it was a compliment, Feng Xiaoyue, the person in question, could hardly believe it was a term that applied to her.