Their first experience was youthful, painful to remember, and beyond any hope of recovery.

Walking through the maze of alleyways in Jiyugaoka, neither I nor Sakura could bring ourselves to speak first.

I could hardly bring myself to take her hand, let alone come within a meter of her; I suspected she felt much the same.

Who would have thought that summoning the courage to step into a love hotel would end in being turned away at the door? Did they look down on middle school students that much?

Damn it!

Of course, I was not saying that I absolutely had to do that with Sakura, but how should I put it...

An utterly pure surge of fire spirit energy swept through Gu Yan in an instant, and the immense pressure seemed to grind through every acupoint, every meridian, every inch of her skin.

The morning had been full of hope, but now it had been pricked like a balloon, leaving only a deflated shell and not a shred of spirit.

“Brother, I’m getting weaker by the minute. Maybe you should take a look for me,” Huang Xinxin said before her words trailed off and her head sank.

Outside the door, Mo Ju saw Gu Xiyan looking pale and pained, and was secretly alarmed. She did not know what the master had said to the second young lady, but she did not dare ask.

What were they trying to do? Why had they not appeared when they were needed, only to show up when I was wounded? Could they be trying to kill me now?

Lan Ying suddenly grew anxious. She did not know why, she simply was. If she had not been here today, would Fu Qingli’s car have crashed into Gong Yanting again?

Everyone in the room was holding their stomachs, trying not to burst out laughing. Gu Yanyan’s face reddened until it looked as if blood might drip from it, and when she got back she kicked Qi Maosheng once.

The beasts all began making shrill cries. The sound was somewhat unfamiliar in Kunyuan, yet none of them dared disobey. From the pagoda, countless golden motes rained down, and the beasts one after another sank into the ground, vanishing in an instant.

If someone came to report matters as usual, Fang Shaoqin would write them down on paper, and Grandma Yi would pass them through the curtain. Nothing unusual could be seen.

“Brother Daniu, take your time talking. I’m going to handle something first,” Han Yunfan said, preparing to make a trip to the Kaimu Hotel to fetch a few things. Then he would sort out the shop and open for business early.

Old Fu knew Old Zhao’s temper, and Old Zhao likewise knew that his old partner had never been one to swallow insults in silence. But now Old Zhao wanted stability; he wanted to go back, rise again, and make a comeback, not hang himself from a single tree on this side.

Negotiation of this sort was ultimately a matter of knowing the proper degree. Old Fu had grasped that degree, and so with what he held in his hands, he was able to turn the tables on Smith.

After refining one hundred military spirits, the ghost king origin of General Chang, and the essence of the ancient ghostwood elder, she had successfully advanced to the realm of the Ghost Immortal. Her ethereal ghostly body had become extremely solid, so that unless one looked closely, it would be hard to tell she was not human.

“Your Majesty... then what of Thunderstorm Gorge...?” The old master could not help but speak at last. Matters had their urgencies and priorities; a broad view was certainly important, but the safety and fate of Thunderstorm Gorge were no trivial concern either.

A battle at the Martial King level was no joke. Wang Ying plainly did not want the items in the classroom to be destroyed, after all, he still had to teach his disciples there.

In the fifth year of the Zhenguan era of the Great Tang, demons and evil spirits were wreaking havoc among mortals. Therefore, the emperor of Tang dispatched virtuous and enlightened monks to journey westward to the Western Heaven to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures.

The day Tao Ji’s corpse fell from the sky, Wen Qing and Zhi Liu were both present. Wen Qing was so startled that she cried out again and again, but afterward she was able to continue her duties. Zhi Liu, however, was so frightened that she fainted, and even now she was still lying in bed, unable to get up from sheer terror.

The more she said, the angrier she became, until at last she was breathing hard, her throat rasping like a fan in motion.

She had waited so long. From Qin Feifei onward, she had foolishly stayed by Qin Feifei’s side, waiting for the day she might perhaps see him. She had waited for so long, so very long.

Li Qingmu was struck with terror; a cry caught in her throat, and she dodged away from the side of Emperor Shiyuan.