Volume 1, Chapter 42: Second Young Lady, the Mistress Requests Your Presence

He even suspected that as early as last night, Tan Shaodong had already received the news and made arrangements in advance. His choice to leave Zhongwu today was largely to clear himself of any suspicion regarding the zombie riot that was about to break out tonight. After all, the ringleader was Liang Fu, and Liang Fu was cured by them.

Although the Qi-Gathering Pill was inferior to a first-grade spiritual pill, it was still extremely precious, equivalent to several years of remuneration for the Qin family.

Not to mention that astonishing volley in mid-air, the two goals that blocked the Argentine goalkeeper could also be called the greatest in the world.

Yet the chemistry between them went far beyond that; the underlying flirtation could be felt by the audience right through the screen.

Everyone surrounded the iron ball tightly, while the energy bodies they summoned spread their wings. At this moment, it happened to be the brightest time of the moon. The moonlight poured down from the sky, bathing those angels in such a holy radiance.

"It's fine. If you want to play games, you can play in the game room upstairs. Sunny knows all the fun places, so you can have a great time up there," Yang Mo said with a smile.

"You are Chiyou?!" Chen Ziang calculated. The first time was at the top of the Haotian Pagoda when he had his first encounter with this severed finger, and meeting this severed finger again made this only the second time.

Jun Han took a single step forward, and this step sank half a foot deep. Soaring into the air, a broken blade gleaming with golden light extended from behind him.

On the other hand, it was also because controlling the blade consumed quite a bit of ghostly qi. In some inconsequential situations, he still preferred using his legs.

And if he were willing to step into the martial arts realm, his aptitude would definitely not be much inferior to those renowned martial arts geniuses of the world.

Zhuo Ling calmly cut his steak. "Ningning, don't be impolite." His tone made it sound as if he had merely been bitten by a mosquito.

"You don't need to worry about it, just go do your job," Qiao Wei said coldly, shooting a ruthless glare across the room.

Old Master Qin let out a heavy sigh, terrified to the extreme. If anything truly happened to Qin Shen, what would become of him?

Qiu Qianren deliberately picked up his wine gourd and took a leisurely sip, while the grandmother watching from the side was worried to death.

"You agreed to it, no taking it back," he murmured in a low voice, carrying a distinct teasing flavor.

Thus, Gu Yingwei revealed the secret, exposing their true identities. Their mother was dead, and they had become homeless stray dogs, unable to even take their previously saved valuables out of the Pei residence.

This Five Sacred Mountains True Form Fist was a technique created by Qin Xuanwei, and also the highest-grade technique Qin Ming knew, leading straight to the Primordial Core Great Dao. Back then, when Qin Xuanwei was in Anzhou City, a single punch of his had summoned towering mountains to suppress everything, creating an earth-shaking might that left an extremely profound impression on Qin Ming.

This was a very ordinary living room, containing nothing besides a set of tables, chairs, and cabinets.

Ha! Using every possible means to drive him to death—if not for Dongfang Ye, how could he have fallen into this state?

Mu Han breathed slightly and reached out to wrap his arms around Feng Bai's slender waist, forcefully deepening the kiss.

However, when Ye Fantian truly stepped into the realm of a Martial Monarch, he finally realized the differences between a Martial King and a Martial Monarch.

Any cavalry, even overwhelmingly powerful heavy armor cavalry, charging head-on into a neat infantry formation was economically an extremely unviable trade. Otherwise, the once-flourishing heavy armor cavalry would not have vanished in a fleeting flash.

A suit of armor made of titanium would be enough to attract the long-secluded old monsters on Moon God Island just to fight over it, yet now, the bastard standing right in front of him claimed he intended to use titanium to build a cage?!

His martial prowess could easily annihilate him in the blink of an eye; there were simply too many examples of love turning into hatred.

In order to cure his father's illness, the family's old house was sold at Li Wei's insistence. Now, the family lived in a rented apartment near the hospital.

"Chenxiang, do you know the reason behind this?" Feng Yufei knitted her delicate brows slightly, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the table.

In winter in Switzerland, getting fresh vegetables was no easy task; the prices were high enough to make one doubt life itself, and the varieties were scarce.

Yar's recovery was much better than Feng Yufei had imagined. Now, after barely a dozen days, the poison in her body had been completely cleared, leaving her only slightly weak. After recuperating for a few more days, she would be completely fine. Taking advantage of the favorable conditions during this period, she had also heavily nourished her weakened body.

With those words, he released Qin Tian's wrist, grabbed a handful of his flowing dark hair, and gave it a vicious yank. A sharp hiss of pain forced Qin Tian to take a deep breath. A bone-chilling coldness flashed through his eyes for a split second, and then his fierce gaze remained fixed unblinkingly on the man beside Qin Jueyang.

He was no longer Zhao Xian, but had his primordial spirit usurped by Chen Jing at the very moment True Person Zhao Xian's primordial spirit was about to dissipate. Now, having devoured four demonic souls, his primordial spirit had actually stabilized.

Liu Tian spoke slowly, treating the opportunity to acquire the "Nine Dragons Subjugating Demons Array" with extreme indifference.

The technique Liu Tian practiced was the Fist Bone Style, which generated howling winds when executed, possessing a particularly formidable fist momentum. However, the fist technique Ao Gai displayed at this moment was not weak either. Every time he blasted out his pitch-black fist, the surrounding shockwaves rolled and roared like a raging ocean.