Staying the Night

"Boss, just seal the power; as long as I have the ability to protect myself, that's enough," she said, her heart brimming with adventurous fantasies. This girl had a habit of taking on the burdens of everyone around her, no matter what happened; a personality like that must have caused her no shortage of trouble in the past.

Cheng Li gritted her teeth, forcing the words out one by one: "It's just... a stomachache." Sweat had already beaded on her forehead. I couldn't tell if she was faking it or truly terrified. If it was an act, her performance was almost too good; I held back my laughter, nearly giving her a thumbs-up.

At noon, the current seemed to grow stronger and more rapid. Sunlight danced upon the water, scattering like crushed gold across the surface. By then, Ying Hanzhi had reached the water's edge and was continuing forward at a steady, unhurried pace.

"You got it!" The fat boss wasn't much for fighting, but he was a seasoned expert at moving raw jadeite. Since he finally had a chance to show his worth, he naturally threw his back into the work.

Unless there was a special reason, Ying Hanzhi forbade him from tracking anyone's location, including Xie Jinzhi’s. Because the courteous and disciplined Boss believed that doing so was an infringement on one's privacy.

The Holy King spoke then: "All things under heaven follow the laws of nature—cycles of life, death, and mutual restraint. Yet, these resentful spirits linger here, refusing to return to the mortal realm. Over time, Fengdu City would become overrun with ghosts. Therefore, I established the Ascension Ceremony, held every sixty years, solely to lighten the burden on the underworld."

Jinzhi had never imagined she would encounter other extraterrestrials on the ocean floor, let alone some who might be former subordinates of Ying Hanzhi. She glanced at his profile, her heart tightening in anticipation.

Xu Shiji was one of five siblings, with two older sisters and two younger brothers. His eldest sister, Xu Hui, had married into the Wang family of Langya. His second brother, Xu Shibi, had not followed Xu Gai up the mountain this time; he was left at home to look after the family estate. Xu Lan and Xu Shigan, his siblings, had accompanied Xu Gai to the stronghold.

A cold sneer tugged at the corner of the Sand God's mouth. Suddenly, he threw a backhand punch at the Longteng Tiandi on his left. With a cry, the real body was sent flying like a giant sandbag.

Although the engaged couple hadn't gone to the beauty pageant in person to watch, they both possessed one hundred percent confidence that Yang Hanyun would take the crown.

After the formalities concluded, the two did not delay any longer and headed straight for the path they had come by a year ago.

It could seal power and convert it for one's own use. I suspect that before Liuyun passed away, he stored his power within it, which led to the scene during the great battle. However, the power within the dharma seal Liuyun left behind has been exhausted. I have a bold idea; perhaps this was Liuyun's intention all along.

Even with only the cultivation level of the first stage of Qi Refining, one already possessed abilities beyond those of a mortal, capable of learning basic spells, activating various basic artifacts, or using items like spell talismans.

This master guided Lunsang’s cultivation for three days. In those three days, he used only a single sentence to thoroughly enlighten him, causing his long-stagnant realm to suddenly transcend.

Following closely behind Leizi as they walked slowly along the corridor, Leizi cast an intentional, or perhaps unintentional, glance at Niwa'er. Xing'er avoided his gaze, thinking to herself, "What’s going on? I’ve heard the young master say that Leizi is a lecher! He wouldn't be plotting something against me, would he?" She quickly brushed the thought away with a smile.

*Journey to the West* says those demons cultivate in caves, including the White Bone Spirit. Why didn't she cultivate in a grave, like the vampires in the West?

The spot where he was hiding was a corridor entrance; he could only huddle in the doorway of a house. It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't even smoke for fear of exposing himself, so he could only sit there and suffer in silence.

The roadbed had already been leveled for over five hundred meters and was wide and easy to walk on. Seeing occasional graves nearby but nothing else unusual, everyone relaxed.

Bai Hao’s spiritual consciousness fluctuated violently. His heart-lock vibrated, rapidly forming a shield in front of Li Daquan. But at that moment, Yuancong’s fist slammed heavily into Bai Hao’s chest.

At eleven-thirty, lunch was ready. Only when Da Neng brought all the dishes out did I see we were having porridge with the flatbreads he had griddled.

True enough, Da Neng didn't want anyone to know about what happened last night, so he didn't let them make it public. I don't know how Dong Tao answered, but before we left, Teacher Zhang Yong seemed to be speaking with their vice-principal.

A flower bed inside the school, a flower bed at the school gate—these were the landmarks of our school. The one outside the gate had been smashed by a car two months ago, so it was gone. The school rented some pots to place there, but unscrupulous students or passersby would often pick the flowers. Now, even the pots were gone, leaving only a barren patch.

Xiao Wei untied the black plastic bag, revealing a white woven bag inside. Once he opened that as well, the contents were exposed. Under the light of the flashlight, a jacket suddenly appeared, covered in patches of dark brown stains.

Those classmates who loved my dragon paintings felt sorry for me! I didn't speak, continuing to draw quietly at my desk. However, something new had appeared in my drawings: hatred.

Yun Xian opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but under Luo Qingyue’s cold expression, she ultimately remained silent.

Playing the fool to catch the tiger! He had been born less than a day ago, yet he was already playing his favorite game. How could this leave any face for him, a master of such tactics?

His master, Mo Wen, couldn't help but look at the man holding Yun Duoduo tightly. He was wearing his mask again; no one could see his true face, but just from his bearing, he made others feel ashamed by comparison.

She possessed a certain elegant temperament; yet, two contradictory qualities existed in her in perfect harmony.

"Of course, she will take the place of Wind, Cloud, Thunder, and Lightning to follow me from now on," Helian Heya said calmly. He stepped forward, placed a pill into Jinghe’s mouth, waited a moment, and then fed her a second, red pill.