Volume 1 Chapter 32: Is Yang Qianrou a Teacher?

"Fraud?" A sharp glint flashed through Yu Ming's starry eyes. Falsifying disaster relief efforts was a capital offense punishable by death.

Just then, he heard a rush of wind behind him. He quickly gripped his spear with his right hand and drew his saber with his left to parry. With a sharp "thud," he managed to deflect an arrow that had been fired at him with lethal speed.

"You could have just taken this up with the local government directly; why did you need to go through my channels?" Mo Mingqi asked with a dismissive shrug.

Yet, Yi Yuefeng said he wanted to marry her—what could that mean? Was he trying to further expand his own influence?

Liu'er was caught completely off guard and fell to the ground. Still seething with anger, she blurted out, "Ouch! What is your Highness doing? You've hurt me!" As she spoke, she rubbed her hip.

Fortunately, the Xiaoyao Sect was different from other sects; everything bowed to the authority of Xiaoyaozi, so who would dare to resist? Even Xiaoyaozi's disciples did not need to address the sect's elder guardians as "Uncle-Master," but instead treated them as peers.

Li Hao scooped up Wang Xiaomin and carried her into the room, tossing her onto the bed. To his surprise, not only was she not angry, but she also beamed with a brilliant, mischievous smile. Could he be mistaken? This was a blatant seduction.

The person before me was someone I had seen before—Danny, the guard who stayed by Richard's side, responsible for his security.

I finally realized that before I inexplicably fell for the vibrant red rose, my favorite had always been the purple morning glory; that pale pinkish-purple was also my favorite color.

"Heh, it looks smooth enough on the surface—sovereignty returned, 'one country, two systems'—but there is a problem, a very important problem that Yanjing has overlooked. You work in finance; you should be aware of this," Yang Cheng said.

Cheng Ze was speechless for a moment. He was not... "Brother Zong, once we trap the Pterosaur Beast, you must unleash your strongest battle technique. We have to leave it severely wounded; otherwise, if that beast tide crashes down on us, there is no chance of survival for either of us," Ye Feng said, his expression grave.

"How is that the same? If I give it to you, it's a gift; if I don't give it to you and you take it, that's stealing!" Zhen Yang said, grabbing her arm.

Held tightly in Xiao Yiran's embrace, Ye Junru couldn't spare a moment to truly savor the presence of the one who held her heart; she simply clutched Xiao Yiran's clothes tightly.

"You took him out," Nie Riyue said, glancing at Lu Jun in the rearview mirror, her tone flat.

Yan Si said coldly, "The duty of the Shadow Guards is to protect the Emperor. If you threaten the Emperor, we will naturally intervene." But now, Concubine De wanted him and Yan Wu to kill Princess Yanning out of personal spite; why should they commit murder for her sake?

After Yuan Qinghu finished speaking, he strode toward Yuan Qingfeng, his hands continuously gathering fire-attribute energy as he charged. The potent energy caused the air around his hands to ripple and distort.

Mu Chenfei shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If you don't want it, shall I throw it away then?" Seeing that Mu Zhiling still didn't react, he had to swallow his pride and offer some soothing words before his difficult sister finally turned around with a coy expression.

The people in the hall gasped when they saw the fourth-grade short sword on the table. They were all ordinary adventurers; usually, even owning a first-grade weapon was enough to make everyone around them green with envy.

Yan Lu's mother was someone who took things too seriously. After marriage, she discovered that Yan Yuandong had been entangled with his former lover for ten years, and she flew into a rage. Many things in life are better left ignored, and people had advised her as much, but she insisted on divorcing him and moving to the United States.

Before leaving, Li Jinglai only shared this crucial piece of information. As for the Knight's Guild, Li Jinglai knew no more than Wu Ziyu did, and he had already told him everything he knew.

They simply wanted to kill the NPC and wait for October Xiao Xiao to hand the Four Spirits Token over to that NPC. Once the quest was completed, they would strike and loot the token from the NPC's body. However, the difficulty might be high; if the NPC used the Four Spirits Token against them, they might end up being the ones killed.

According to the elves, the Ethereal Wonderland was primarily inhabited by the elven race.

In an instant, several powerful auras descended, and eight figures appeared in the sky, each radiating a formidable presence. These were eighth-level cultivators, the strongest among the Aize family excluding the patriarch and the elders. One of them had even reached the peak of the eighth level—an immensely powerful individual.

The two unlucky men in black vowed never to squat in corners and nap again while gloomily walking toward the entrance of the village.

His eyes seemed to speak; with just one glance, they strangely calmed my heart and settled my mind.

The craftsmanship of this collar alone, regardless of the gold and the jewels embedded in it, was extremely precious. It clearly belonged to an important guest. Now that it was hanging conspicuously around my neck, it was an utter humiliation.

I wonder if those people who were giving Ouyang Xiaosha trouble would feel heartbroken if they knew that she had absolutely no idea why they were looking for her.