Volume 1, Chapter 69: Jiang Mu's Confidence

Nurse Rong calmly observed Su Jinghui, noting that her expression remained serene and properly disciplined, entirely devoid of any distraction or wandering thoughts. It was truly impossible to tell whether or not she was aware of Molan's intentions.

Upon the appearance of the Golden Tiger, the Poison Dragon King, and the others, the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint furrowed his brow, having already deduced the true purpose of the Golden Tiger's arrival at this moment.

Donggo Miaoyi had regained her composure, yet the Ninth Prince kept his gaze fixed solely upon her. This made speaking awkward, and remaining silent felt even more so, prompting her to look at him with a soft smile while silently hoping he would be the first to break the silence.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." Madam Rigi said with utmost gratitude, pointing out the quickest route to the hospital for Mu Yun.

Realizing this, her eyes widened in terror. She remembered the legend of a certain kind of people who, driven by a world-destroying hatred, ultimately chose to plunge into the demonic path.

The night was deep. Only the moonlight piercing through the gauze curtains and the window cracks illuminated the dim room, barely revealing the outlines of the interior furnishings.

Yet the Lord of Heaven tightly gripped my head, ignoring my panic, and pressed his lips and teeth against the corner of my mouth once more, biting down slightly harder than before.

Judging from these past events, the distance between us had not closed at all; instead, it had grown increasingly vast.

"From the start of this match until now, the Australian team has consistently maintained the lead. Chairman Tetsushin Okada, do you think the match will continue this way until the end?" the Four-Wheel Drive Fighter asked, turning to consult Tetsushin Okada beside him.

"Well, do you feel any regret?" Pan Chen asked, patting Kaede Rukawa's shoulder and looking at the Shohoku players currently warming up. Originally, he should have been among them, but now he could only watch helplessly from a wheelchair.

"..." The three of them remained completely silent. Zhan Bing could not help being amused by their expressions, recognizing this as their form of silent protest.

Xiao Li's willpower was indeed formidable; even Li Qing had to admit it. After the long sword severed all the tendons in his hands and feet, Xiao Li lay limply on the ground with a vicious look in his eyes, struggling to lift his head to glare at Xu Panyan, as if he intended to kill the other man with his gaze alone.

Zhan Bing instinctively lowered his gaze to the pendant hanging on his chest, offering no response to Huang Dongqiang's question.

Today, Huang Sijiu had once again come to invite the young master out for a stroll. His radiant face showed not a trace of exhaustion; on the contrary, he looked considerably more relaxed. It seemed he had gained a great deal from the conversation the previous night.

With such a massive inn, it was clearly a much longer journey than taking the road leading outward. Why on earth would she choose to open a side door right here?

After remaining sluggish for a long moment, Mo Tianxing wiped away a cold sweat. His gaze gradually grew icy, and when he looked toward the dozen or so burly men, he made no effort to conceal his murderous intent at all.

Liu'er, being merely at the Foundation Establishment stage, certainly could not enter together with Tang Chu. The high-grade spirit stone the young master gave him as a reward for guiding the way was quite generous, meaning Liu'er was free to leave. However, the young master had not explicitly stated otherwise, leaving it entirely up to Liu'er's own discretion whether to stay or go. Having emerged from the auction house, the young master would likely still need Liu'er's assistance.

Even after the room door closed, Zhan Bing could still hear Yaoyao's persistent questioning from outside. He shook his head with a wry smile, finding himself utterly helpless against such a dogged and clinging Yaoyao.

After taking a roundabout route without further mention, Tang Feng finally reached the intersection leading to Panjiayuan. At that moment, a car horn sounded from behind him. He turned his head to see the window of a Volvo rolling down.

Having finished his analysis, Zhao Yi said nothing more. At this point, the decision was up to Zi Yan: whether to return to her clan or remain with Zhao Yi depended entirely on her choice.

As the moonlight entered her abdomen, a trace of coolness brushed her throat, causing her entire body to tremble slightly. It traversed the twelve storied towers, passing from the Huiyin point all the way up to the Baihui at the crown of her head.

Aside from Ishida Hiroshi, who had been dispatched outward, Shimpei Nomura had left all the other members of the Ishida clan behind on East Pole Island, forcing Ishida Hiroshi to hesitate and preventing him from harboring any treacherous thoughts.

"Don't you know that my younger brother started his own company?" Yang Muxi no longer used a single cent from the Yang family.

Risking a violation of military discipline, Lu Yinghua insisted on wearing the ring her boyfriend had given her around her neck. She must have loved him deeply.

These were released by the rat catcher to patrol the surrounding area, but they did not see Pennywise.

Old Master Li merely chuckled at these words, which helped ease the tension among the manor guards, who burst into chuckles and laughter.

Compared to the harmonious atmosphere between Zhu Yuanzhang and his son, the internal ranks of Eastern Wu were fraught with awkwardness. For instance, Sun Jian valued Sun Ce more, harboring some dissatisfaction toward Sun Quan, the historical founder of Eastern Wu.

Catching sight of the Beggar Sect disciples, Yang Chengye thought of Hong Qi; the Junshan martial arts tournament must have already concluded.

With a fierce roar, Yang Chengye delivered a sharp slap across Zhang Jun's face, staggering him and nearly sending him crashing to the ground. Zhang Jun's cheek swelled instantly, and he spat out two molar teeth as he opened his mouth.

Hearing Su Jianshan's piercing and merciless words, Wang Meilan offered a bitter, wretched smile before breaking down into choked sobs.

Gently shaking his head and feeling the intense pain wracking his entire body, Zhang Yuanhao discovered that in this pitch-black cave, there was the breathing of another person. A fragrance carrying the scent of flower petals and milk drifted into his nostrils.

This turmoil was immensely terrifying and spectacular; the regions beyond Mount Emei and Mount Shu were entirely in uproar. Not only were boulders shattering, but even some temples and modern architectural structures were collapsing.

"Nicely arranged. Even overseas, you have not slackened your efforts. This aligns well with certain regulations of our Liangshan military stronghold. Very good."

Everyone walked into the fourth floor in such a bewildered state, and the moment they stepped across the threshold, a heavy stench of blood assailed their senses.

Ye Chen remained fearless, his gaze blazing. Lightning crackled between his five fingers as four purple dragons abruptly soared from behind him, sweeping across the sky and shattering the surrounding sea of fire. Their mountain-like proportions nearly filled the entire heaven and earth.

Still, it could be put to use; wastefulness was shameful. Although Bai Sen still had backups, he could not afford such constant depletion.

Before his words faded, he discovered that fellow had actually evaded his sword qi slash, causing a brief flicker of astonishment.

Bai Sen would likely consider whether to dissect an abyssal creature to study its anatomical structure. After all, besides being a madman, he was also a remarkably skilled 'physician'.

Several martial artists in the early stage of Qi Creation arrived at the Alchemist Guild and directly requested to see Lü Tianming. Knowing that Lü Tianming was a Heavenly-class martial artist, a sense of superiority involuntarily arose within their hearts.