Volume 1, Chapter 40: The Strange Energy at the Bottom of the Dragon Pool

Moreover, for the time being, he simply did not understand the nature of his feelings for Xi Ruoyan, leaving him in a state of hesitation.

"Cupid? Oh? I wonder what the cultivation level of this fellow Daoist Cupid is? And which cave dwelling does he preside over?" Liu Quanfu’s eyes lit up.

King Yaroglek rose directly from his seat. Rivacheg was his city, his fief, his foundation; any mishap there would be disastrous.

Stork felt increasingly bizarre. Babale, crawling on the ceiling, was also somewhat astonished; he could hardly believe such syrupy words would come from the mouth of his cold, ruthless Lord, who often favored cannibalism at the slightest provocation—and even more so that they were directed at something running wild on his own territory.

Judging by her smile, "President Gao" didn’t think it was bad news, so he decided to take a chance. What he refused to admit was that he no longer had the courage to carry out a death that lacked a sense of solemnity.

At this moment, Su Shuyi clung tightly to Qin Chen’s arm, as if afraid he might pull it away, her full, soft bosom pressed firmly against his arm without her even realizing it.

The sea returned to its original state, and the assessment ended. The youths who failed were devastated, watching the distant wizard ship from the shore, some even breaking into tears.

Everyone looked back toward the depths of the cave, only to see a figure gradually emerging from the darkness, wearing shackles, with a face as fierce as a demon’s.

This refers to the time after Mo Li left Zhushan County and sneaked into the residence of the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s secret branch to interrogate them about their origins. One guard used a hidden weapon to kill the other who wanted to confess, then committed suicide. When Mo Li walked out, he saw the entire courtyard full of people whose necks had been silently snapped by the mentally unstable Meng Qi.

Listening to his mother’s footsteps fading away and the sound of the door closing, Ista crawled back out from under the covers, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"No! I don’t believe it. Even with empty hands, can’t I earn any money?" Qin Li muttered to himself, only to see Xu Juncheng’s dark, scheming smile.

"What else can we do? Just roll with it!" Xiang Yu shrugged helplessly. If it truly came to that, he would have no choice but to fight to the death.

On the way upstairs, Sister Hua had already introduced all the entertainment options at Tianxin Club. In Li Yongle’s view, it was essentially a man’s paradise.

"Qin Li, you really know how to play. Come on, let’s find a private spot, and I’ll keep you company," Yao Yao replied, leaving Qin Li momentarily stunned.

Li Qingfeng naturally saw the intention of the Green Wind Demon Eagle, but he didn't care; instead, he found it somewhat amusing. The creature before him truly didn't know what it was doing, actually wanting to kill him.

If this were Singapore, Chen Li would have a hundred ways to make Qin Fan disappear from the world. But this was Yanjing, and no matter how powerful the Chen family of Singapore was, their reach did not extend this far.

The envoy said with an unchanged expression, "May I ask, My Lord, what does the Great Ming Dynasty think of the conditions we have proposed?" Jin Huanji remained relatively confident; between offering a princess in marriage and pledging vassalage with tribute, almost all possible benefits had been offered.

The golden eyeball sensed the box being opened and transformed into a streak of golden light, rushing directly into Li Qingfeng’s pupil.

"Lying by the river? Wait, I thought I was injured!" The man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head! Only then did he realize that he seemed to be wounded, as his body was wrapped in bandages.

"Report! We have received a message from Ye Xishui!" someone said, pushing the door open.

I had brushed my teeth, but the scent of alcohol on his breath was still quite distinct. As he leaned in, I felt myself getting drunk again. Or perhaps, it was just a psychological intoxication.

No one expected her to return so late. When Zhuoying came out to greet her, she was wearing only an outer robe over her inner garment.

Zhang Hao, unaware of their thoughts, looked composed, waving the Batian Sword in his hand and slashing into the gray, misty air.

Heavens, this was no longer comparable to those peerless monsters of the God Clan; this was something that had never even appeared in the history of the God Clan.

The entire scene was to be discarded, including the slaughter, the thoughts, and these people and events. And I, what was I still treating as real?

The sound of fists boomed. Ye Chen’s face turned slightly pale, and he subconsciously took a step back; Disen’s true energy had been shattered into powder.

The Bull off-road vehicle stopped, and the doors opened immediately. Two men in black stepped out, cigarettes dangling from their lips, their curly hair dyed golden yellow, with thick gold chains around their necks—it was obvious they were no good.

I don't know if this panic was related to reality or if it was an instinctive reaction before my persona shattered; I don't know.

I nodded and took the treasure map from my bosom. Since it was made of high-quality sheepskin, it was still well-preserved, though a few places were drawn unclearly.

There existed a real and irreconcilable conflict between the Emperor and Empress Dowager Zhuang. As long as the Empress Dowager did not give up interfering in court affairs, reconciliation between them was impossible.

She had clearly scoured the hillside with Ye Zimei and Nian He earlier, clearing away all the debris that needed to be removed. It wasn't even the summer season of thunder and rain, so how could a fire have started so suddenly?

In the dead of night, the wind blew mournfully, and a few black crows on the dry branches let out desolate cries that were truly irritating. I secretly led a squad of men, taking advantage of the dark and windy night, and crept forward quietly.

A black sedan cut through the rain and drove toward a remote area in the southern part of the city, strings of dialogue left behind like exhaust fumes, gradually drifting away and dissipating.

In fact, Wang Aiping had never been to New York, but she knew that New York was the most developed city in the world.

Not only Xinghe, but Long Aotian had also turned his arms into copper walls and iron bastions. After a barrage of fire into the air, all the incoming bullets were knocked away.

I had thought the matter ended there, but I didn't expect that it was only the beginning. For I saw that behind the green jade, there was a secret compartment containing a large iron box. What was inside, I did not know.

She had been tinkering with black powder last night, waking the whole household up. Only the Emperor remained, snoring like thunder, the courtyard filled with his "dragon breath"—commonly known as snoring.