Volume 1, Chapter 41: Brother Ye, I Like You!

These words caused him a pain far sharper than being burned by the Lotus Lantern and forced to hack off his own hand.

The white cloud held in the younger sister's arms gradually transformed into a silver nine-tailed fox. Its belly was round, and its body was fluffy and covered in fur that felt exceptionally smooth to the touch. In particular, its nine tails would sway gently from time to time, occasionally brushing across the older brother's face or the younger sister's neck. It was immensely playful.

Even now, he could command a hundred responses with a single call; sending out a few invitations was enough to summon a multitude of guests, and it had even become a trend.

At this moment, Grandma said that eating was fine, but no one was allowed to be a picky eater, and Carl was the pickiest eater in their family.

As for Fang Qingyu, upon entering, seemingly out of habit, she began to undo her clothes. Catching sight of Gu Yu, she froze in place with an awkward expression.

Yet now that others had pushed their bullying to his doorstep, he could not simply ignore it; after all, he still had many cousins in his own family.

Speaking up to this point, the young man suddenly halted his steps, standing to the side and counting on his fingers just how long he had been separated from hot pot.

After a long while, a large pit was dug into the ground. Hard work finally pays off, as they successfully found the wooden box from back then. The exterior of the box had already corroded beyond recognition, but upon opening it and seeing the locks of hair bound with red string inside, the three of them finally let out a sigh of relief.

Gu Yu's voice showed no mercy, making Fang Hong—who had offered a warm face only to be met with a cold reception—look rather displeased.

"Xuanwu, save me!" Seeing the Monkey King punishing Nezha on his behalf, Zhu Bajie felt a deep sense of comfort inside. After all, brothers who had shouldered guns together, fought demons together, and shared life-and-death bonds shared the strongest ties.

The words slipped out before Jiang Yi even knew why he had said them, and he quickly averted his gaze from her. Nevertheless, out of the corner of his eye, he still caught sight of Bilian's blushing face.

He tried his best to adapt. Although by now he had grown mostly accustomed to it, when all was said and done, he was still just a child. He still missed his parents, and on quite a few nights, he would secretly hide under the covers and cry. He longed for his mom and dad, but so as not to make them worry about him, he kept his feelings to himself.

Not only had the control over earth-attribute combat power become more refined, but Chu Yuan's other previously cultivated combat powers had also improved with the assistance of his divine consciousness.

"Cripture your own limbs, and I will spare your lives." Ling Feng glanced at them, then raised his head to look at the battle high in the air, speaking indifferently.

Though his reason sounded high-sounding and grand, it was impossible to satisfy Old Madam Xia. Her gaze swept over Xia Shouye and his wife like sharp blades, and Madam Yang, in particular, received a few extra cuts from the old lady.

"Brother, tell your older brother the truth—are we really going to be alright?" Su Chenyang's voice trembled with fear; he appeared extremely intimidated by what the officer had just said.

However, a certain Black Iron faction proved to be somewhat insatiable. Ling Feng had only just paid the profound stones to a five-member patrol team a moment ago, yet a moment later they had chased him down again, demanding even more profound stones.

He yawned, thinking to himself that upon returning to Liaozhong, he must go and check on Li Qianyue. Over these past few days, his tent had clearly been pitched not far from hers, yet he had been so busy that he hadn't found the time to visit her even once.

Right now, however, she was not in a hurry to settle accounts. The one thing she still wanted to figure out was whether there existed a child in this world of whom she was unaware.

Nan Gongshiyin turned her head slightly, fixing a very complicated gaze upon Qingyue and Qingbao. She was deliberately helping him dispel the doubts in Qixuan and the others' hearts; why was she doing this?

Time travel was achievable, but the problem was that the temporal tunnel was completely unstable. This was related to the power of space, yet Tong Ruoyun's comprehension of spatial power was still insufficient.

Even the Demon King himself did not know the exact number of his collections. With his abilities, he was capable of preserving all the energy contained within the corpses of the deceased, turning them into puppets that were loyal solely to him.

"I didn't say anything much, just told him that I arrived in City Y and would drop by to catch up with him if I had time. I missed his wedding, so I figured I'd make up for the wedding gift." Wang Ying fabricated a perfectly legitimate excuse.

In the end, I felt as though only a head remained—except that this head felt exceptionally heavy, so heavy that I wanted to smash it to pieces.

The next morning, I was awakened by that damned alarm clock. Opening my eyes and taking a look, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Glancing around, I picked up a bamboo stalk that had broken during the earlier skirmish to use as a walking stick, and limped my way toward the highway like this.

As the saying goes, man proposes and heaven disposes. Although the general's tomb was constructed with extreme secrecy, featured numerous traps, and was laid out according to the Eight Trigrams Formation, it was nevertheless discovered by the old man and his group.

"You mean that matter concerning Xiao Yi? Isn't he quite capable? How is it that you still need to beg me?" Mu Jianguo walked over to the sofa, sat down, and asked indifferently.

Because Yue Kai was right by her side, Shen Mu could not say too much. She could only claim that a friend seemed to have gotten mixed up with something unclean, and ask Master Li to take a look.

"It's nothing, just rendering you temporarily immobile." Having said that, Chen Xingyun ignored the other person's darkened expression and scooped him up into his arms with a bridal carry, marching straight into his own bedroom.

The cemetery administrator had been bribed by Lu Tianzhe, who had the administrator lead them to the tombstone of Gu Xi's father.

Seeing her own mistress act with such overwhelming dominance, Dong'er felt Fu Yunwei's image in her heart instantly shine with a radiant halo.

Although public opinion can be a formidable force, Cong Zhongzhi, who came fully prepared, clearly had no intention of lending credence to those pro-Xu Tian remarks.

By the time he recovered his wits and prepared to thank the staff member, he found that the other party had already hung up the phone.

To be honest, although Xu Tian was extremely handsome and pleasing to the eye, he... really did not want to look at that face for even a single second longer.

Still, he was genuinely curious about the exact relationship between Lin Miyue's master-disciple pair and Gongsun Hou, so he had made inquiries along the way.