Volume 1, Chapter 26: "You are not worthy of avenging my sister."

She had never imagined that after being reborn, she would no longer be herself, and to make matters worse, she had been stripped of her nationality.

"You certainly know my sister well; your mannerisms and behavior are just like hers. You even found yourself a very reasonable identity to stir up trouble right under my nose!"

Song Yaozhu met his gaze, sitting cross-legged on the bed with an expression that suggested she was all ears.

"I have been wondering what your goal was in all you have done lately. It wasn't until today, arriving at Dazhao Temple, that I remembered the biological mother of the Prince of Yan cultivates here. And today, you actually played a game of Go with her. Do not forget who you are right now; the real Song Yaozhu would never have known how to play."

"I am willing to accept your guidance; thank you, Count Dracula." When faced with such a situation, what else was there to say? Naturally, it was best to secure the skills first.

Whether in heaven or hell, there is only one type of person allowed to enter: the dead.

The murder of an imperial prince is a matter of the utmost gravity, and it would not be excessive to execute his entire clan. Although White Snow had not yet been personally acknowledged by Emperor Long, the news of the prince had already spread throughout the world, and the imperial court had tacitly accepted it. In the Southern Kingdom, who would dare to show disrespect now? Death would be the only sentence.

As the City Lord's voice echoed once more across the Yushi Platform, Zhou Tian finally regained his senses. Glancing around the arena, he discovered that the matches in the other three sections had long since concluded.

Under normal circumstances, such a statement would surely be dismissed as the ravings of a madman. Even if pies were to fall from the sky, they wouldn't be that large.

"Where is Emerald?" Wen Yukou asked, her tone as cold as ice. The cloak on her body billowed, the fabric whipping against her face. She stared straight at Nanny An, her expression a mix of suspicion and coercion. Hua Yue watched Nanny An anxiously.

"Yes." Qingniao flicked her wrist, and a piece of silver fell delicately into the old man's begging bowl.

"Why ask about that? Let me ask you first: what exactly is going on between you and Sister Ziling? Don't just spend all day thinking about games; can't you learn something useful, like Shadow?" Optimus Prime glared fiercely at Qisha, speaking to him with great annoyance.

Shinji seized the opportunity to throw his Poké Ball. As it struck the giant Snorlax on the head, the creature was transformed into a red light and absorbed inside.

Yang Tianqin watched as the intestines spilled from his abdomen, seemingly still steaming with warmth, yet he did not care. The weapon that should have sealed the wound was now buried deep within the belly of its master's best friend—ironically, delivered there by the master's own hand.

No sooner had the words been spoken than the two fallen mobsters scrambled to their feet again, growling like wild beasts, their aura rising to a new level.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, Xiao Yang let out a sigh of relief. As his right arm trembled, the light bow exploded with a bang, and the massive arrow of light dissipated into nothingness.

"It's useless. This was set by the Red-Headed Demon Talisman; with your abilities, you can't break it," the demon head continued to sneer.

The strength of these men, no more than seventh-tier Spirit Lords, was undoubtedly as weak as infants in front of the current Xiao Yang.

However, although the plan to spirit away the descendants of the legendary heroes had fallen through, they could use this opportunity to force these tragic descendants to reveal their identities, leveraging their influence to spark a sizable rebellion in the capital of Arie City.

Cheng Hu wore a bright red robe, looking spirited and radiant as he greeted all the guests at the entrance of the wedding palace. Cheng Hu was naturally a dashing, mature gentleman, and the red robe only added to his free-spirited air, making him look like a ball of flame.

Gold light erupted from the Ruyi Jingu Bang, shimmering like ten thousand rays of dawn, and a powerful force swept outward like a tidal wave.

"Uh... this, this, I know I was wrong." For the first time since his rebirth, Uncle Yun spoke with a submissive tone, admitting his mistake.

Everyone was puzzled by what this black aura might be. But since no one knew what such an inexplicable phenomenon could be, they said nothing, boarded their vehicles, and continued their search.

Xiao Yang clapped his hands together, and blue phantom flames surged upward, slowly lifting the body of Lei Yanluo and the three spirit-demon puppets into the air.

Yet she simply refused to accept it. How was it that no matter how they talked, he was always in the right, as if everything she said was wrong?

The cruise ship *Crazy Mary* was flying no flag, and its power system had malfunctioned. Just as we were at our wits' end, the two pilots from the Boeing 717 swam over to the ship.

Mo Jiuxiao calculated the date of the cave dwelling's emergence in his heart—relying, of course, on An Baobao's intuition. Luo An'an was extremely sensitive to the emergence of such places, feeling something different each day.

Su Jie sat in the third seat to the lower left of the Emperor and naturally heard every word of the conversation. She turned her head slightly, pretending to look at the two of them casually, and noticed the Emperor frowning, his expression clearly displeased.

Zhou Yilang casually placed his glasses on the bedside table. The room was empty, but the sound of running water drifted from the bathroom; it seemed his wife was taking a shower.

As soon as An Qi entered the venue, people kept greeting her. Because An Qi was easygoing and always got along well with the staff, they had called her "Sister Qi" from the very beginning.

Lin Baiyu threw the jade slip containing the cultivation techniques to the two of them and sent them on their way. With that, the dream of the Red Chamber finally came to an end.

Perhaps it was the full moon before her that stirred her melancholy. Looking up at the moon, she asked a question that no one could verify.

Fortunately, neither of them asked anything or said anything. Sakai Izumi took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in her heart and the flush on her face, before slowly reaching inside once more.

The two began to practice kung fu together. Minzhi watched and learned, and his movements were quite decent. The giant waves crashed against the reefs on the shore, stirring up countless sprays, and a fresh, moist breeze rushed toward them.

When she was in school, the child had suffered from low blood sugar for a time and had fainted while taking a shower. She was lucky; had she hit the wall, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

"No." Shen Ying did not think this was a good idea, for having previously come into contact with dark forces, she understood all too well what that darkness truly meant.

"Still playing dumb with me?" Murong Ying's eyes glinted with a sharp, eerie light as he looked at Ying Si with a mocking smile.

The coffee table was cluttered with instant noodles, dried fruits, biscuits, and other snacks, and was also piled high with fashion magazines and newspapers from various countries. It was clear that even at home, He Mingxi remained focused on her work. It was precisely because of this total dedication that her Mingyue Group had achieved such success in the cosmetics industry.

Qingqi and the others narrowed their eyes, a look of astonishment appearing in them; they had truly never seen such a mysterious artifact before.

However, it was only during that half-month period that she had been able to exchange gifts with the civet cat; after the New Year, the creature had never come again. She wondered if it had been hunted down or if it had simply moved away.

This skill was extremely useful on the God-Demon Battlefield and was one of the primary means of self-preservation, for the battlefield was vast and remote, and countless gods had already been lost simply because they could not find their way.