Volume One, Chapter 109: “A Farewell Kiss” Leaves the Master in Awe!

What sort of man could have slipped in here?

Watch him. If the guests below react badly, take him off the stage.

Lord Lu said it in a stern voice.

Master Lu, why don’t I just bring him down right now?

After all, not everyone can reach your level of attainment. Tonight is your concert; it cannot turn into a gathering of noise, Jennifer said with proud composure, as if she had already foreseen yet another few minutes of tedium, or even clamor.

No. Let us see how the guests respond.

In the East, refusing someone without reason would seem petty.

It is taboo. Master Lu...

At this moment he sat in the seat of honor, his gaze as dark as stagnant water. A fierce aura surrounded him, as though a storm were gathering.

Qian Sixue saw that severed wrist, the hand gone, hanging at his side; the bandage binding it was soaked through with blood. Although An Sheng had already died when Lan Sheng took that photograph, the smile lingering at the corners of An Sheng’s mouth gave one the illusion that he was merely admiring the night view and had not died at all.

Jun Qianli felt that, in this brief span of time, his internal organs had miraculously recovered as if new. Most importantly, his cultivation level seemed to have stopped falling along with the healing of his viscera.

Looking back now, Chen Ting had very likely been working with Wang Meng, because the enemy of one’s enemy is a friend.

As she spoke, she had already reached Gu Congyuan’s side, extending a pair of fair, jade-like hands, about to loop an arm around his.

Back then, Mu Zhiyin had already been nearly ruined by her; the spot was gone, and so was Xiao Zheng. During the period after Xiao Zheng’s disappearance, someone had also reported to her how despondent she had been.

The wall was not high. If the zombies put in a little effort, they could easily tear it down, but Su Han wanted to make things easier for them.

Even Cang Hui was no exception, yet he felt no hatred at all. Instead, he was filled with bewilderment, along with more than a little laughter and tears.

Yun Xiao had expected to see this room neatly arranged after someone had tidied it, but who knew that what lay before her was the scene as raw and untouched as ever.

Cloud Robe looked coldly at Chu Mengxi, who was walking toward her, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly. I will make you taste suffering.

Mo Li remembered that before his first rebirth, in the Realm of Profound Origin, he had never seen firearms. Of course, after witnessing the planes and cannons of modern society, his understanding of firearms far exceeded that of anyone in the Realm of Profound Origin.

For some reason, Luo Xingchen felt inexplicably irritable. She quickly folded the newspaper and set it aside, closing her eyes to rest.

Thanks to Ma Qiancheng’s remark, on the rest of the journey Qin Liangyu never uttered another word, no matter how he tried every possible means.

This time, before the man opposite could speak, a black-clad figure beside him said, Miss Tie, he is the Seventh Prince of the Eastern Jin. When the former emperor of Eastern Jin died, the scene was chaotic. It is said that during the sacrificial rite to Heaven, the Seventh Prince made his move, and was therefore executed. Who would have thought this Seventh Prince was not dead.

It was not that the melody was not beautiful, nor that the lyrics were not pleasing, but simply that it felt uncomfortable, as though it gave one a headache.

Mo Li’s smile carried some inexplicable magic, and those who watched him found their hearts settling for no reason at all.

The sharp pressure, the dark aura—Zhao Yu only felt as though Mount Tai were crashing down upon him. His hands and feet turned ice-cold. The silver needles in his grasp slipped away at once and fell soundlessly to the ground.

Suddenly he reverted to his true form, formed seals with both hands, and purple light erupted from his eyes. Then he pierced through the void, shooting straight toward the flapping fire phoenix.

Of course! Clean yourself up and come with me, Saqi said with a grin, casually brushing oil from Senalin’s face.

Young Master Rui, damn... you scared me to death. I thought I’d landed in the hands of those wolves, Wan Guan said, recognizing Nan Ke Rui and letting out a long breath. He had truly believed he had been seized by some expert among those wolves; if that had been the case, he would have been utterly humiliated.

Hearing this, Tong Xuan smiled. It was inevitable, after all. One must know that among the Four Great Monkeys of the havoc-wreaking clan, the four brothers were evenly matched; yet the Arms-Through-Back Ape had suddenly fallen behind in strength. How could he not be anxious, eager to break through?

Even the diviner had the time and devotion to kowtow to heaven and worship the earth in the room; there was truly nothing else to be done.

Darry’s face changed drastically, and he hurried over to examine Betat’s injuries. Betat’s face was now flushed red, his whole body breaking out in cold sweat, and the wound on his shoulder was a vivid red, with thick pus already seeping out.

Watching the black-and-white old ghosts, horse-face and ox-head, as the rebellious spirit Lin Xingchen kept somehow producing one set after another of such words, they were practically going mad. This rebellious ghost clearly wasn’t human—had he been driven insane by stimulation?

Beneath the neon of the bustling world, Lin Xingchen did not know what he had lost through this mutual misunderstanding and missed chance. By the time he understood, it was already too late.

Because they had all come down from the Spirit Power Hall, no one had expected Shen Sha and Green Velvet’s people to possess such cunning.

That may not be so. I will not listen to empty refusals. I will continue, Lu Xunting said with a smile, his gaze slowly sliding down along the side of her neck.

Come to think of it, the era of the Great Emperor Taiwei had already passed by a million years. How could a token left by one of his battle generals possibly intimidate an immortal ancient clan?

Only when a reputation is built can a true foundation of fans be laid; in the world of directing, this is the most important thing.

Akaza extended an arm toward Kyojuro, clearly holding the powerful human before him in the highest esteem.

By now Ding Chen had completely put away his mischievousness and was standing respectfully at the side with the project manager, waiting.

Leaving aside for the moment why Chen Qingyuan, despite being sealed and trapped, could still control his sword, how could his sword mastery possibly break the divine art of a Venerable at the third level of tribulation transcendence?

Stop right there. Move again and I will kill her.

The man restraining Huo Xinyao barked again, and the dagger pressed even tighter against Huo Xinyao’s throat.

Not only the directing department was discussing the Imperial Palace of Drama; the acting and dance departments were discussing it too. The young students had begun repeatedly examining the words and deeds of the imperial consorts with magnifying glasses, picking at every word and digging through every reference, afraid they might miss the consorts’ thin praise and hidden mockery.

What? The monk in charge of the tea garden’s eyelid twitched violently, his expression changing drastically as he suspected he had misheard.

Poor discipline among subordinates is indeed a grave taboo for those in power, but at this moment they were pressing for a quick victory. How could they afford to waste time?

This divine alchemist had originally been specially invited to refine pills for the King of Tianshen Kingdom, but he disliked the atmosphere of the royal palace, so he found a residence of his own.

As soon as Mo Yan said this, everyone tensed up and hurried to keep pace with him; if they fell behind, they would probably be slaughtered by elite monsters.

The moment Steward Lu went out to announce the news, bursts of cheers rose from the House of Plain Truth. The entire courtyard was filled with a jubilant atmosphere.

A method that can lead a person into a state between waking and dreaming, causing them to speak the truth, carries an aura of mysterious profundity no matter how one looks at it.