Volume 1, Chapter 66: The Destined Owner of the Ice Crystal Stone

Out of ten thousand sets of armor, after being repeatedly squeezed and exploited by officials in the capital and local authorities, it would be a sheer miracle if even two thousand sets remained in the end.

Before the concubine-acceptance ceremony had even taken place, she was temporarily residing in the Marquis's estate as an honored guest. Following the rules of hospitality, there was no reason for a guest to bow her head to the host.

In his impression, Wei Dacheng was very much like his father, always smiling and cheerful. Yet judging by his tone, it seemed his relationship with his father wasn't particularly good?

In the Shenkun Continent, a place teeming with powerhouses and treacherous deceit, Ye Qingyun wouldn't even dare to step foot outside the Flowing Cloud Sect without a guardian following him.

This pristine white scale was actually forged by Jiang You half a year ago when he returned to Nolan, using the righteous laws of the Nolan world, and bestowed upon Raphael.

Liu Dayi and Luo Zhenqing exerted all their strength, charging at the very forefront, solely for the sake of claiming Xiao Huo's head first.

Just as she had said, what girl from a respectable family in this world would willingly become a concubine to someone?

Sect Master Ji Yuanxian sat high upon his throne, his Celestial Sovereign aura fully unleashed, making the myriad laws of heaven and earth seem to shift at his every thought.

Zhou Qin, He Xuanguan, and Xu Xuan formed a team; one aimed to make a name for himself, while the other sought to build up his credentials.

Their bags were still in the car. He went out to retrieve his bag from the vehicle and returned to find Wu Nannan still sitting inside with her head lowered.

Bo Yehui's attitude at the time was simply that of someone trying to please his father, harboring no malicious intentions.

Gu Miaomiao took the keys and was just about to take Gu Panpan to leave when she heard an excited voice shouting from outside.

These magical beasts held deep hostility toward humans, especially those of imperial rank, who would rather die than bow their heads in submission to humanity. Otherwise, how could major factions like the Misty Cloud Sect fail to acquire a few magical beast pets?

"Is there truly no possibility at all?" Fland said with disappointment. He could not understand why Liu Erlong refused to accept him. Was he not good enough?

After his father took over the task of raising him, the very first thing he did was erase every trace his mother had left upon him.

On the arena, Mihawk proved himself entirely worthy of the title of the world's greatest swordsman. Wielding the world's strongest black blade, Yoru, he swung his weapon with seemingly effortless ease, yet every single slash struck Zoro's weakest spots.

After picking for about ten minutes, a figure appeared at the entrance of Cheng Xiao's yard, peering into the courtyard along the wall.

"Your mother's condition is indeed quite complex, and the surgery is extremely difficult, A'gan," Jun Haixin said, placing the medical report in her hand onto the desk and turning to Xia Qi.

Two homemade iron-plate fishing boats sat in the middle of the fish pond. Yang Shulin and his eldest son each occupied a boat, casting their nets in a pincer movement toward the shore from left to right.

This was... her embrace! She did not doubt his words, nor did she treat him like a monster; instead, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.

The moment she turned around, a swarm of men in black had already closed in from all directions, tightly surrounding Nan Chen and Mu Wuyi.

While the three of them were bickering, Lin Xiao shifted his stool slightly to the left to get closer to Anran.

Although the lyrics were incomplete and completely failed to summarize Li Er's entire life—even appearing somewhat incomprehensible and inexplicable in certain parts regarding their intended meaning—

Tang Yin, you probably never imagined until the day you died that all the wealth you painstakingly hid would fall into my hands.

She viciously slammed the table down onto Mama Gao. With that single impact, Mama Gao's entire body was pinned underneath the table, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Yamu gently nudged Moya's back. Moya gave a slight nod, but after taking a single step forward, she hesitated upon seeing the empty seats on either side.

As if by coincidence or some strange twist of fate, a loud peal of thunder suddenly rumbled across the sky.

Yet at that very moment, a ghost-like figure suddenly drifted up beside Song Lanyi.

Developing at this rate, Moya felt that even if the visions Fren spoke of could not be realized immediately, the day was not far off.

"Therefore, rather than letting me drift through days idling away in the equipment department of Zhongtian Aluminum Plant, it is far better for me to follow steadfastly by your side. Even if it's just being your assistant, the progress I would make far surpasses anything I could achieve by staying at Zhongtian Aluminum Plant."

Xiyuan had been reading the contents of the flyer and didn't raise her head even upon hearing Lin Huan's voice—either she hadn't heard it clearly or hadn't recognized it; this caused Lin Huan to let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Long ago, Orochimaru also had a dream of becoming the Hokage, but at some point unknown, his dream had changed.

"Can you shut your mouth? This is someone else's business, what does it have to do with you?" the leopard-tailed figure beside him scolded sharply.

Looking at the figure in the black robe before him, Harry's gaze seemed able to pierce through the fabric to see his face, to clearly see the heavy sweat on his brow and his back soaked through with perspiration.

The Charizard let out a sharp roar, not only breaking free from the psychic attack but also dodging the thunder wave.

Just when Wang Bolu believed everything was settled, Yun Zhongyi suddenly raised his head. His pair of crimson eyes caused even this disciple of the Luohao Cult's heart to shudder; that fierce and stern gaze made Wang Bolu's pupils dilate for a fraction of a second, causing his immensely cold and tyrannical palm strike to falter slightly.

In the spacious and brightly lit room, the man sat before the dining table, his posture noble and his demeanor filled with effortless elegance.

Yan Sen deliberately used the provocative words about the fifty thousand casualties and deaths of their disciples, yet it failed to stir the slightest anger or annoyance on their faces, for they could tell at a single glance that the other party was purposely trying to provoke them.