Volume 1, Chapter 66: Do You Not Believe Me?

Facing this bronze statue exuding terrifying demonic energy, Xu Xiao did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Therefore, he summoned his full spiritual power right from the start, and as he walked, he flicked his finger to cast out a blue talisman.

An Wen's name was originally registered as An Wenwen on the household registry. When applying for her identity card back then, she forgot to have it changed, and it wasn't until she turned twenty that it was officially changed to An Wen on both her household registry and identity card.

"There's still time. Qingshan, let's go swimming." Before Liu Qingshan could finish speaking, Lin Bailu had already pulled him away.

This time, the ordinary citizens of the Canglan Star Domain witnessed the supreme might of the super flagship for the very first time, and the shock in their hearts can be easily imagined.

Cao Feihong blushed slightly. The title of "Great Emperor" seemed to remind him of the moment when he first met the Great Emperor, only he never expected that a young man he had encountered by chance would become the founding emperor of the restoration of the Divine Dragon Empire, as well as its sole surviving bloodline heir.

On the morning of the 26th, Qin Feng led his troops to a remote village called Tianjiazhuang on the eastern bank of the Si River, where they stopped to rest temporarily.

"It's a matter of personal character. Hahahaha, my personal character has always been quite good," the Bull Demon King laughed heartily.

Xu Xiao frowned. Judging by the time, it must have been past ten o'clock, already deep into the night—a time when people would normally be asleep. Feeling a bit drowsy was entirely understandable.

"General, I said that once I got out, the very first thing I would do is strip you of your rank," Song Xiaodong said coldly to the general.

In truth, he was sitting atop a mountain of treasures without knowing how to extract them. These words were merely meant to comfort Evlay. However, he remained somewhat confident that the blood servants would not return anytime soon; judging from global surveillance data, there had been abnormal signal fluctuations shortly after the orbital bombardment by the battleship.

Upon hearing this, Fat-Faced Ye and my grandmother's maternal grandmother looked at each other in utter bewilderment. Uncle Hammer turned around, walked back into the house, poured himself a bowl of rice wine, and gulped it down in one breath. His face and neck instantly turned flushed, and then he began to recount a past event to us.

Nanqiong Ming stammered as he turned his head away, not daring to look at Feng Ruhuang in his arms. Truly, he did not wish to consummate their relationship right there under such circumstances.

"If he didn't support you being a singer, he would have come to drag you back long ago, wouldn't he? You've been appearing on television so prominently—there's no way he didn't know. Since he chose to come only now, perhaps he isn't here to take you away," Wen Yilang offered by way of analysis.

Shu Yan finally got the chance to go out, yet he went nowhere. When his former fair-weather friends invited him out to play, he declined, choosing instead to take some attendants and gather a large bunch of wild flowers.

The silver-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an extraordinary demeanor. His eyebrows were dark, his eyes bright, and his lips sharply chiseled—a face as though sculpted and weathered by wind and rain, faintly revealing steadfastness and composure. He looked to be no more than thirty years old, yet the vicissitudes between his brows had long since worn away all childishness, resembling a piece of polished raw jade, steady and mature.

"Tell me, are you willing to wholeheartedly wait for me for another three years, or do you want to be with that Duan Fei!" Wang Caijun slowly stood up and said coldly.

Along the tranquil palace pathway, Nan Feng and Ling Wushuang walked slowly, maintaining a distance of less than a single step apart.

Due to being overwhelmed by shock, none of them noticed a vase in the corner swiftly rising into the air, flying high before freezing motionless right above Chu Liufei's head.

"Someone come, take her to the courtyard and administer the杖责 (punishment of beating with a stick)!" Mother Peng commanded her two assistants, dragging the screaming Liu Xiangchun out into the courtyard.

"South Nan Street" was part of the old district. Later on, when the city expanded north and east to six times its original size, the S City of today came into being.

The lobby manager placed one of the rolling suitcases onto the dining table. It had a combination lock on it. The manager pretended to press a few buttons, and with a click, the suitcase popped open, revealing stacks of crisp green banknotes inside.

The simplest way to use it was to infuse one's bloodline into a similar weapon or a comparable object, allowing it to merge with the item at will and unleash an extraordinary power.

"Look, these people came here before and all turned into mummies. So Boss, you just stay here outside, don't go any further in," Fox explained to Ye Feng.

The Daoist priest had no choice but to say no more. Ye Feng approached Gu Tong, who immediately led his men forward to guide Ye Feng away, leaving the people of Ghost Spirit City to fend for themselves.

A single flower roughly converted to about ten cents in RMB. Ninety-nine flowers amounted to nearly ten yuan.

Sheng Huanyan truly hadn't realized that Jin Xiao had such an awkward personality before, but upon reflection, the two of them didn't know each other all that well.

Many people believed that a Daoist priest's jade seal was carved by a craftsman they hired themselves, but in reality, that was not the case.

"I promise I will never let you grieve again," Wu Zejun murmured, stroking Qin Siwu's cheek as he whispered his vow.

Seeing Ma Min behind Liu Tou, Liu Ming-hai felt a glimmer of hope. He hurriedly stepped forward to greet Ma Min; it was Ma Min who had helped his family through a crisis last time, and once again, he would likely have to rely on Ma Min's help.

With that, the man formed a fireball spell with one hand and tossed it into the air. A vast sea of fire instantly engulfed an area of three zhang in radius, burning the monstrous bird's remains and the bloody stench completely to ashes.

"You are not him; I won't allow you to impersonate him," Zhong Qing whimpered, discontentedly stretching out her hand to grope blindly in the air, yet failing to dispel the phantom as she wished.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yuxuan felt his head spinning with a splitting headache. Other students faced with such a situation would beg the teacher not to expel them, but this one right before him actually declared that she had no face left to stay here.

Chu Xun and Mo Baiye had no other choice but to follow him. The three men simply did not dare to stop! Once they stopped, they would have to face reality, and what kind of reality was that?

By a stroke of pure coincidence, Shang Mengqi crossed paths with Qiu Shaoze. Driven by circumstances, Shang Mengqi thrust him into the role and dragged Qiu Shaoze into marriage.

Yuchi You simply wanted to shake off his overwhelming discomfort, his mind completely blank. Hearing Jin Mei phrase it that way, he obeyed without a second thought. A pair of strong, powerful arms instantly withdrew from around Jin Mei's waist.

However, since Xu Zizhi was already kneeling properly, Duanmu Dezhu immediately understood that the remark was meant for her. Her eyes turned red, and she knelt in silence, not daring to utter another word.

"Because I understand him better than you do," Shen Zhishuang said indifferently. While Shang Mengqi was taking the time to understand the relationship between Shen Zhishuang and Qiu Shaoze, Shen Zhishuang was likewise slowly coming to understand the relationship between Shang Mengqi and Qiu Shaoze.

Shang Mengqi believed that if Jia Ruohan learned of Qiu Shaoze's misfortune, she would certainly spare no effort to help him.

Chu Qinran gazed at Duanmu Dezhu's expressionless face, her brows gradually furrowing tighter. For a moment, she had no idea what the other was thinking, and a rising sense of anxiety gripped her heart as she tightly clutched Fang's hand.