Volume 1, Chapter 22: She Is Guilty

The question arises: since he could foresee such a situation, why did he not make preparations in advance? Either he foresaw it but did not expect it to be so perilous, or he intended it to happen, and I have yet to unravel his true purpose.

Song Li was staring blankly at the flames when Madam Ma called his name. Caught off guard, he could only offer a dry, awkward laugh, much to her exasperation.

A dedicated ringtone, a specific name—what more needed to be said or done? All they had to do now was cheer them on.

As Yu Ying left the experimental zone, the accompanying researchers twitched in distress. The internal combat had been too intense for the cameras to capture properly; the ten-layered alloy wall had nearly been pierced through, and the repair costs for the training ground alone would likely consume half of their newly approved budget.

Seeing his son in this state, Liang Yanni understood his emotions perfectly. She held Fei Junshuai close, gently stroking his back.

Ning Yanzhi stood at the edge of the rooftop, shielding his eyes with his hand, mimicking the pose of Sun Wukong as he scanned the distance with his Fiery Eyes.

Bolstered by this, the Xuanyuan Holy Sword erupted in golden radiance, wielding immense power as if to sever everything in its path with its supreme edge.

Moreover, Yu Feng was a transfer student of sorts, granted special permission by the World Government solely due to his status as one of the Top Ten.

It could be said that Song Lingyun was now fully capable of opening two fronts, waging war simultaneously against the savage beasts of the Northern Wilderness and the Demon Clan of the Western Wilderness.

Gu Cheng naturally knew what Wang Qingming was worried about and gestured for him to stay calm. "Don't worry. In fact, if everyone recalls carefully, they will see clearly that from the very first day YY went online, I have been laying the groundwork for 'acquaintance-based social networking.'"

Among the spoils were several precious magical artifacts, including a three-foot ink sword that appeared weathered but pulsed with vigorous divine energy.

There was no shortage of bad blood between them. The moment Zhao Wanxian saw Mo Fan, he almost mistook him for someone looking for a fight.

Cao Cao, Huang Chao, and Bai Qi ignored the colorful array of vegetables and hovered continuously around the meat and fish stalls. Xu Xiaoman skillfully picked out vegetables, while I led the group of warriors, eager to haul away half a pig, a sheep, three beef legs, and four fat fish.

Yu Hanjiang could not help but feel dejected. He had hoped to seize the Huangmie blade during this opportunity—partly to bring glory to his sect and partly to restore his own pride—but it seemed that was no longer possible.

"You wanted me to witness a sword genius? Is this all there is?" Gu Xinghun asked with a sneer, his expression remarkably composed.

Inside the tree hollow, the fragrance lingered, though the heat was slowly dissipating and the glow of the rosy clouds was fading.

The members of the Ten Thousand Rays of Light team did not follow Qian Cangyi; they waited outside the door for his feedback.

Luo scratched his head, too lazy to bother with them, grabbed a bundle of cash to stuff into his pocket, and left the room.

Looking around, Wuming finally understood that people of all ages had come to participate in the Dragon-Tiger Tournament.

Just as the off-road vehicle reached the street corner where Wan Miao and Jing Yi were hiding, the side of the vehicle facing them opened silently. Wan Miao pushed off the ground, darting into the vehicle like an arrow from a bow, followed closely by Jing Yi, who dove in after him.

It was actually just a slimming drug, something abundant in the system mall. At one hundred points per bottle, Bai Ruolian could easily trade for dozens to feed Tong Yan with her current balance.

"What is there to be happy about? This marriage won't happen anyway." With the whole family busy, only Bai Ruolian was being pampered, which left her incredibly bored.

Thick stalks of Blue Silver Grass erupted from the ground, their hard, conical tips piercing through one body after another.

Meanwhile, on short-video platforms, videos began to explode in popularity—all of them featuring various interactions from the Tongpao Society.

School courses had become increasingly tight lately. To save time, Chen Aiqing took advantage of her free moments to wrap a large batch of wontons and store them in the freezer.

Li Hao shook his head. Today’s events were so bizarre that he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his contact lenses.

He didn't know why, but despite repeatedly telling himself not to think about it—not to think about it—whether he was helping Granny Xu with chores downstairs or sitting quietly on the sofa, his mind involuntarily drifted to the image of them kissing.

Tang Xiran blinked, reaching to take down the snuff bottle. Taking it down meant that Li Hao had officially chosen this item for his collection.

"True," Bai Ruolian mused. "Then where did that South Sea base come from?" It wasn't in the original plot; was it another effect of the gray mist?

Between giants like Apple and the Penguin Group, the slightest friction could trigger an earthquake across the industry.

Yang Tian was confused. *Is this the so-called 38th parallel? Does Teacher Ji want me to sleep on the bed too?*

His comprehension of the Heavenly Saber intent had reached a stalemate. After a while, Sun Cheng suddenly thought of something.

This tea was called "Spirit-Returning Tea," valued at dozens of low-grade crystals per ounce. It was one of the spoils he had obtained from Chen Changfeng during this mission. He didn't have much of it—only about two or three ounces in total.

I had no mood to banter with her. I braced myself against a nearby rock to stand, only to have my hand sink into a pile of rotting mud.

"No malice?" Naruto Uzumaki’s eyes widened. In his straightforward way of thinking, unifying the world equated to ambition, which equated to malice. This crude line of reasoning clearly left him with no love for Artoria, and he was also somewhat suspicious of Su Yuan's goals, though everything was already a foregone conclusion.

Sun Cheng remained unperturbed. With a backhand motion, he retrieved a Spirit Origin Pill from his dragon-patterned ring and swallowed it in one gulp to replenish the true energy that had been exhausted after several grueling battles.

Li Chengqian flared with anger. Over twenty years of preparation and education had deeply ingrained the curse of power in his mind. Now that becoming emperor was clearly off the table, he felt a sudden, irrepressible impulse.

"Hey, tell me, what kind of skills do you actually have? Show us a few, so we can be convinced," taunted Lin Xuan, the Earth King.