Volume 1, Chapter 52: His Sentiments

By this point, the situation was basically clear. The top three contestants with the most consecutive wins were Chu Ming, Lin Xuan, and Wu Ning.

The immortals stood up one after another to bow and exchange polite greetings. I responded indifferently, my gaze sweeping past them to rest on a specific spot. Even after seven years, my eyes accurately picked up Liuli's aura amidst the immortals, landing squarely on that vexing child.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Yimu was sitting in a chair directly facing the entrance. His handsome face was completely devoid of expression, save for his dark eyes that locked onto me with a sharp, piercing gaze.

The more Chen Cheng thought about it, the angrier he became. After a long while, he suddenly pulled a communicator out of his pocket, found a number, and dialed.

Silence instantly fell inside the car. The two men did not speak again, their gazes drifting off in different directions.

"This is going to spell trouble." Inside the blue race car, Feng Wuhen muttered to himself as his hands spun the steering wheel, watching the purple race car enter the right-hand lane.

Emperor Aisen waved his hand with a cold expression. At that moment, the Black Demon Underworld King hesitated slightly and chose to stay behind.

Boudicca and Spartacus quickly arrived at the perimeter of their camp, and the scene outside left them both astonished.

Such puppet-control ability—needless to say, Yang Zhentian could never achieve it, nor had he ever witnessed it even in Pavilion Master Yue Kongming.

Hearing Wang Yuetian's abrupt turn of phrase, the glimmer of hope that had just flashed in Tang Wanying's eyes instantly plunged into despair.

"Scaring you? How is this scaring you? Do you think I have nothing better to do? If you don't believe me, just wait right here, and I'll go fetch the family disciplinary rod right now." With that, Fang Jiren turned on his heel and strode away.

"Oh, how could I be so embarrassed! How could I be so embarrassed!" All three were overjoyed. Though their lips kept saying they were embarrassed, they showed no intention of declining. Abel and Gary even stood up immediately to go fetch their wives; they had come empty-handed to drink porridge and had no containers to carry these glittering white grains back home.

Eiichi Nakagawa, who often boasted to others about being a Sinologist, had long studied Chinese architecture. Therefore, he was familiar with the construction style and layout of the Fang family's street gate. He gazed infatuatedly at the gate, feeling a wave of involuntary awe and admiration rising in his heart.

Chu Yuyao stood quietly to the side with a complex expression, wanting to step in and put in a good word, but her current stance made it entirely inappropriate for her to speak.

Because using the shared-perception magic skill consumed a significant amount of mana, Matou Kirei mostly received information from Assassin via telephone.

"Eilong, are you going to stay here with Mom and Dad, or come with me?" Fang Li did not follow Liao Wei's arrangement, choosing instead to let Eilong decide.

After Wang Cheng finished speaking, Li林 chimed in from the side, saying he indeed felt the exact same way.

"Alright, then in the time leading up to the New Year, you should keep a tight focus on the company. This New Year, you will come with me to the Beijing Lin family to spend the holiday, and by the way, let the old patriarch and his family get to know you!" Lin Feng looked at Xia Ruoxi and said.

"Hello, Fu Yan." Chu Yuyao's expression was somewhat strange, as though she had overheard what Fu Yan just said.

Crying until she had no breath left—perhaps only in this way could she numb the ache in her heart.

Dragging it out for even a single day would only bring an extra day of trouble. However, ever since Yu Pei had been frightened off by her that day, he hadn't made any more trouble, though heaven knows what kind of malicious schemes he might be brewing in his stomach.

Yun Zhongxiu felt a breath stuck in her chest, nearly losing her poise and elegance entirely. When all was said and done, was she just taking the description personally?

At this moment, Hu Hai was single-mindedly craving military merit, hoping to use this expedition eastward to eclipse the Senior General in terms of achievements.

In truth, from the perspective of Shen Luo and Cuojue, producing such a match record wasn't really a matter of the players' individual competence.

The weather today was exceptionally fine. After midday, the sun beat down fiercely, causing many patients waiting in line to feel a surge of agitation.

When she woke from her meditation, the sun outside was already hanging high in the sky. Holding a black cat in her arms, Lin Meng sat on the threshold at the entrance, boredly kicking pebbles with her toes.

Old habits die hard; his moments of deep affection were almost always accompanied by a rogue's aura.

Hearing the belated system prompt, Chu Fei held a cigarette between his fingers and froze slightly. Shaping? He wondered what kind of ability that would bring.

Things having reached this point, it was impossible for Shen Luo to step forward and offer any persuasion. A mere word or two from him could hardly help the current 4AM team recover their confidence.

"Ouch, who... threw a stone?!" After cursing, Lu Jing sprang into action. The instant the stone descended, her hand pressed against it, and with a nimble twist of her body, she vaulted cleanly right over it.

At this rate of progress, it would take at most a dozen days to completely unblock all the earth apertures.

As usual, Song Yiqing had been sending messages for over ten days straight, but ever since that day, the owner of this account had never logged on again.

The DaKang Dynasty maintained strict regulatory oversight over iron and bronze wares. The amount of iron supplied to ordinary blacksmith shops every month was strictly metered, and whatever metal was taken and what specific items were forged had to be regularly reported, registered, and filed with the official authorities.

Even as a thunder-attribute cultivator who feared lightning the least, facing the endless and continuously intensifying heavenly punishment lightning, Xu Hengle stood zero chance of survival.

After carefully inspecting Yuanluan from head to toe, the expert of the Golden Crow clan nodded and directly handed thirty Immortal Origin stones to the three of them.