Volume 1, Chapter 42: A Once-in-a-Century Sensation

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She gripped the toothbrush tightly and took a deep breath. The instant she opened the bathroom door, she lunged at Shili, driving the broken toothbrush in her hand viciously toward his throat.

Han Luo felt his soul growing increasingly quiet, so quiet that he no longer wished to move. Then he suddenly heard his father say that Uncle Gao understood philosophy as well.

Qian Yanna had taken some clothes and was about to go upstairs when she encountered Yucheng at the entrance. That was how things had developed into their current state.

Han Luo awoke in silence. There was neither joy nor sorrow in his heart, only perfect tranquility, like a full moon suspended in the vast night sky. At that moment, he could not even describe his state of mind.

As they spoke, everyone noticed Shan Ye’s expression growing increasingly grim. Realizing that something was wrong, they immediately fell silent and looked meaningfully toward Yun Qixi in unison.

“This is all part of the same matter, gentlemen. As long as the President secures the party’s nomination, I can prove to you just how powerful public opinion truly is.” Ulysses S. Grant was not the only one who needed an opportunity to prove himself; Li Mu needed one just as badly.

Wang Ming found it thrilling to catch even the faintest glimpse of the legendary primordial conspiracy, but he was also heartsick and furious at his own misfortune after narrowly escaping death and losing two priceless treasures in succession.

Ye Chenmeng’s entire attention was fixed on her phone. She completely ignored the dazzlingly handsome man beside her.

“Enough of that useless nonsense. What exactly happened?” Before Chen Yaoyang could finish speaking, Bai Yi cut in again. This time, his tone was heavy, carrying anger that had yet to erupt, like an arrow drawn against a taut bowstring. No one dared brush against its edge.

The sign at the entrance, with black words against a red background, was exceptionally conspicuous and clear. Anyone entering the hotel could see it at once.

When Liu Zhen brought his blade down, the first thing he severed was Tongren’s simulated sense of touch. Then he cut through the system’s ongoing operation within Tongren’s body, followed by Liu Zhen’s own inspiration. Finally… he severed Tongren’s arm.

“No, no, no, sir. I believe a human being cannot survive without a heart. Or did you just use some kind of illusion to deceive Xia Mi?” Lu Mingfei was seized by a sudden inspiration, convinced that he had found the answer.

Before his voice had even faded, he charged impatiently toward Li Feng. In an instant, he reached him and swung the steel pipe in his hand down at Li Feng’s head, showing no concern whatsoever for the yellow-haired man’s life.

He turned the pages idly, but when he looked up at her, he froze for a moment. What she was wearing… was his shirt.

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“I can hear your dissatisfaction. What are you trying to say?” Xia Na looked at Liu Zhen. Hidden in Liu Zhen’s eyes was a bloody flame, as though it meant to set heaven and earth ablaze.

He wanted to go home and borrow some money, but he always felt that if he returned, his dignity would vanish forever. Thus, he resolved to make full use of his frugal spirit and ran off.

“Third-level savage beast!” Qin Ran frowned slightly. Savage beasts were already unimaginably powerful. If this was the blood of a third-level savage beast, then it would indeed be troublesome.

Liu Ziyun revealed the relationship between Song Xinlei and Sun Xiuxiu to Song Xinlei’s fiancée, Fluth.

Those four words, embedded in his soul, jolted Xiao Xian awake. Without another hesitation, he placed his hand over Lu Ming’s wrist, ostensibly to take her pulse.

Yeli watched as Tang Guo skillfully cleaned the wounds on A Qing’s body. The hope in his eyes deepened. She might truly be able to save A Qing.

“Stop discussing this now. We’ll take the man back and hand him over to the sect master before deciding what to do.” The leading man roughly silenced the chatter of the fellow disciples behind him.

That was everyone in their group, and all supplies were divided equally. Jiang Yixin was simply too embarrassed to suggest that Li Feng join them.

Seeing Auntie Lin so anxious, clearly worried that she might have hurt herself in the fall, Gu Qianqian felt a warm current pass through her heart.

After using the Art of Formlessness, Sima Shilun rushed forward like a phantom and attacked the songstresses. They had no idea where he had appeared, and could only continue attacking An Xuan. But An Xuan’s body was already completely immune to their attacks, so no matter how many hidden weapons they launched, it was all futile.

Gu Qianqian nearly choked and failed to catch her breath. The spiciness from the grilled skewers caught in her throat, and she coughed until tears sprang from her eyes.

There were quite a few clay pots filled with stir-fried chilies and peppercorns to throw. After several academy teams discovered the method, they began using it as well. No one knew how many pots had been thrown over the past two days.

Jiang Yixin could no longer remain on the airship. She rose and disembarked, while Wu Cheng busied himself alongside Li Feng. Feng Ling came over from the sitting room and gave Li Feng a fifth-level ginseng herb.

Fujino spent a day putting everything in order, then settled permanently in this unfamiliar place. He bought materials for learning Korean, and whenever he went to the supermarket, he used his phone to search the vocabulary printed on the products.

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“Since we’re already here, we have to give it a try whether we’re confident or not.” Weng Rui did not look particularly nervous.

How about having the family ask around during the New Year? If she still has not been promised to anyone, we could have a matchmaker approach her family.

After the coming-of-age selection ceremony, the guests left one after another. Before Zheng Fengying departed, she secretly tucked a red envelope into Dabao’s hand. Inside was a ten-yuan note.

Gathering people this time had exhausted Luo Yi. In her words, it was as though she had carried ten great mountains on her back, a feeling so oppressive that she could hardly breathe.

Fifteen Martial Emperors—whoever could command such strength was certainly no ordinary power. He was eager to see who would dare oppose the Great Zhou imperial clan.

Third Granduncle and Third Grand-aunt were worried that Yun Fanghua would tire herself out and wanted to come forward to help. But the moment she saw them, she shook her head, then turned away and leaned against her mother’s shoulder, refusing to look at them.

The two children behaved a little better when they saw their father approach. Chen Miao was actually quite puzzled. Shen Jianfeng had never been harsh with them. Why, after becoming familiar with him, had they begun to fear him instead?

Chen Miao was extremely vexed. How had she ended up half-heartedly agreeing to this? Hadn’t she intended to live separately on her own in the future?

The Ali people had no hair on the tops of their heads. Instead, they grew two tentacles, both remarkably agile, which were even used as the Ali people’s auxiliary hands.

“Pitter-patter…” Just then, a light rain began to fall from the sky, striking the leaves of the trees and producing a crackling rustle.

Among them, Wang Junling was the most vehement opponent. He had not come from a proper military background, having transferred from the nobility into the army, and he had consistently opposed the way ability-users were handled.

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