Volume 1, Chapter 42: Married

Scorpion did not want to speak a single word to Blade at this moment. Veins bulged on the arm holding the dagger, and he gritted his teeth so hard that his face turned red with strain.

Countless times, he repeated to himself like a form of self-consolation: kill Yang Fan, kill Yang Fan... It seemed that doing so would make him more resolute, as if killing Yang Fan would make his life complete.

"Lord Xuyang, I hope your tea ceremony is as exquisite as your zither playing," Shimizu Takeshi spoke first.

"In that case, without further ado, you should all leave this place immediately! There is no time to lose, and by lingering here you cannot help, but will instead fall into danger!" Xiao Tie said with a solemn expression.

Hesitating for a moment, he reached out to tap the table, retrieved a communicator from his pocket, and with a grim face, dialed the number and held it to his ear while waiting.

At the same time, his hands did not stop; he hurriedly sutured and repaired the blood vessel, followed by various emergency procedures.

"Xiayu, aren't you supposed to go walk the dog?" Only then did Xiayu realize that Chen Ling hadn't entered the house yet! Looking up, it suddenly dawned on her that Xia Bing was standing guard at the entrance, so she intentionally tried to dismiss her.

"Did you go out for so long just to buy the right clothes for me?" His gaze was fixed intently on her, his eyes brimming with a burning intensity.

Both fell silent and calm, as if the playful banter from moments before belonged to a past life. In this lifetime, the two of them, locked in a tight embrace, turned out to be sworn enemies.

Mo Yichen raised his eyes to look at his retreating, slender silhouette, pressed his thin lips tightly together, and wearily closed his eyes.

The Cold Moon Saber remained the same Cold Moon Saber, but things had changed and people were gone. She had even forgotten the fact that the Cold Moon Saber was still in Ma Teng's possession, and thus she felt a lingering, profound sorrow in her heart.

Frightened into a series of shrill screams, he backed away repeatedly. A wave of heat surged through his lower body as a stream of scalding liquid seeped out of his trousers and leaked downward.

However, deep in his heart, Huangfu Minghan naturally had his own plans, and his calculations were no less shrewd than Nalan Qingyu's.

Dizzy and disoriented, Xia Tianmeng felt as though she had been carried through some sort of boundary. Her entire body's cultivation was suppressed, and the surrounding air was thick with demonic energy; merely inhaling it into her body created an obstruction to the operation of her cultivation technique. To prevent the injuries from worsening, she had no choice but to halt her technique and quietly wait for an opportunity.

Hearing this, Leng Ye turned to look at Pan Ranmu, only to hear him say, "When flowers are ready to be plucked, pluck them straight away; do not wait until there are no flowers and only empty branches remain." With that, he burst into hearty laughter.

"En. In three days, I will break through." Although the theory was flawless, Wusun Shize still did not give up the benefits of these three days.

"What I had Tan Rui verify was the frequency of beast tide attacks suffered by Nantong City ever since this Empress acquired the Zhiwu Beast. Guess what the result was?" When they left Jinche City, it was approaching winter. Now, after making a full circle and returning, summer had already passed.

He stopped the car, pushed the door open eagerly to step inside, glanced around the ground floor, and then headed straight up to the second floor.

"Thank you for the senior's reminder. If not for meeting you and Senior Brother Li, I probably really would have been deceived by this cunning flood dragon this time," Tong Xinlan said with an air of grievance, acting like a naive child who had just discovered she was being conned.

Especially a pair of eyes glowing with a faint purple light, which exuded a fierce hostility, yet appeared so ghostly and enchanting.

That is the beauty of a surprise inspection: the opponent is indeed plotting treason, and rummaging through boxes and cabinets will surely yield evidence.

Tong Xinlan could only rely on her past life experiences in ancient times to cope with everything one by one, and fortunately, there had been no mistakes so far.

Having taken his seat, Mo Shen summoned the person in charge of the place and gave a few instructions. The manager wore an understanding expression and hurried out.

"Audacious! How dare you behave so impudently before my lord!!" Yan Mu was absolutely not going to give Diluofen any opportunity.

"This is the meat of a poisonous snake! Toads fed this way produce toad venom of exceptionally potent medicinal value! The Tiansu Powder applied to your wound is made from this very venom! The snake kept in the next cavern is specifically raised to feed this creature," Du Zhong introduced.

Upon landing, the newcomer merely nodded slightly to the vice president, then immediately grabbed the heavily injured disciple and flashed through the colorful gate, presumably to go heal his injuries.

Furthermore, ancient men held great expectations for their first-born son, and because of this matter, the relationship between the couple deteriorated.

Seeing the Crown Prince nod in agreement, the group was inwardly ecstatic, staring lecherously at Liu Teling with undisguised impatience.

I turned around abruptly, my gaze instantly locking onto a faint, distant look—it was precisely that look! Indifferent and calm, as if everything had already been let go, life and death seemed to hold no importance in his eyes anymore.

Coming here to search for ancient ruins, they had anticipated all kinds of dangers, and had even prepared for the possibility of encountering ancient exotic beasts, but not a single person had ever imagined that their supernatural abilities would vanish.

Perhaps her failure at the previous exchange conference had left a certain impact on her, and harboring lingering discontent, she went to Harvard University for an intensive cram session, determined to surpass Xie Yuting.

Looking at the whistling palm print, Han Ming wore a stern expression as he summoned the mysterious turtle. Instantly, several layers of water curtains materialized around Han Ming. When the palm print struck him, a tenth of its force was instantly rebounded to counter Yin Feng.