Volume 1, Chapter 24: You Will Sleep With Me Tonight

The old man realized he had been subjected to too much stimulation today. He took several deep breaths, trying to soothe his turbulent emotions, yet the shock remained etched upon his face. As he gazed at his grandson—someone both familiar and strangely new—his eyes held a complex mix of relief and melancholy.

Meanwhile, the score of men behind the old man, who had seen their master act with such deference toward the cultivator moments ago, felt a simmering sense of resentment and reluctance.

This is the most bitter aspect of human existence. However, today was a day meant for joy, and these dilemmas were for Reimu to resolve on her own; there was no need to dwell on them too much.

It now boasts countless honors, and in terms of function, scale, and responsibility, it has been classified as a national Grade A or Tier-1 hospital.

Murong Xiao set the crystal goblet on the table. Her fair, sword-like fingers shimmered against the crystal as she gently traced the rim of the glass. Her eyes were blurred and languid, as if she had once again transformed into a high-born vampire, radiating an elegant and lazy charm.

To die without cause the moment one entered the territory of the Cang River, and to have one's body sunk to the bottom—such a horrifying event was unprecedented.

Patchouli’s movements had not been this bold before she became a magician. But after attaining that status, she immediately crossed a chasm as vast as heaven and earth. Her potential poured forth like a flood, the source of her magical power was unsealed, and she had become submerged in the vast sea of mana.

It was a bowl of pork and shrimp wontons, a favorite of Ma Du’s. He had only eaten half before pushing the rest toward Zhang Wuliu. With the man staring at him like a hungry wolf, drooling, Ma Du lost his appetite even for dragon liver or phoenix marrow.

The friends surrounding Wang Ziyi immediately began to jeer, but in contrast, Wang Ziyi’s cheeks flushed a faint, embarrassed red.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a lingering fear, especially Cui Yan, who breathed a long sigh of relief.

Jiang Luochen watched her wolf down the food and couldn't help but take out another one and place it in her hand.

Yesugei truly lived up to his nickname, "The Rabbit." Chang Yuchun’s few thousand cavalrymen were enough to send him scurrying across the grasslands in a panic, to say nothing of when Chang Yuchun arrived with an army of seventy or eighty thousand. Before the old commander even reached Daxing Prefecture, Prime Minister Yesugei had already fled with his men toward Liaodong to defect to Naghachu, and the remaining ten thousand men under Tuomuchi followed suit.

The great doors of the White Tower swung open abruptly. In the deathly silence of the night, the booming sound felt like a drumbeat striking the heart. Bilin shuddered violently, and it was not until she had retreated two steps that she regained her composure and peered inside.

If the imperial court agreed—for instance, the previous transfer of Zhao Er from the position of County Constable in Guan County to that of Yuling County—it would be handled through the proper channels.

"Must we really resort to the black hole cannons and dimensional bombs?" the commander muttered to himself.

Regardless, Punk’s attack just now had been "dead on target," perhaps a little too coincidentally. In the faster-than-light combat between legendary professionals, how could such a coincidence happen so easily? Even if it did, why at this specific moment? Such an excessive "coincidence" left Babeng unable to suppress his suspicion and rage.

At that moment, He Chen’s gaze sharpened, though his face had turned crimson from oxygen deprivation. He struggled to move his fingertips, pulled a yellow talisman from his pocket, and without a second thought, raised his hand and slapped it directly onto the hideous male ghost before him.

"What if I insist on following? A mercenary's reputation rating is just a number, after all. Who knows how it was even earned?" Chu Yun countered.

It was as if the terror of the previous night had been cast to the back of his mind; he made loud noises without restraint, solely to vent the anger in his heart. But the more frustrated he grew, the less things went his way. The room seemed filled with clutter, and although the lock had been kicked in, the door refused to budge.

"My wife is merciful, but I do not possess such a kind heart. You wish to use internal energy to unseal your acupoints? I shall grant you that." As he spoke, he tapped her Gui-Lai acupoint, siphoning away nine-tenths of her internal power before stopping.

Han Weijun carried a steel pipe over a meter long, which he had been using as a walking stick. Seeing the zombies closing in, he raised the pipe and thrust it toward the head of one of the creatures. The pipe pierced the skull, drawing out flesh and gore, the dark red blood staining the snow in a stark, eye-catching display.

The cute little Ice Archer: They say a dog that barks doesn't bite—have you ever heard that saying?

"I’m not here to see you; I’m here to see Uncle Jiong!" Hugo retorted, leaving Cherino feeling deeply depressed.

"Ah Jin, why are you only just now arriving? Where have you been for so long?" Upon seeing Wang Jin, Ren Zhuzhu ran to his side. Having not seen him for most of the day, she had feared he had left without a word, and it had frightened her. Seeing him now, she finally felt at ease.

"It feels even more special when worn; it’s so light and soft, it’s like wearing nothing at all." Yuyan smiled gently and recounted everything that had happened before and after, from start to finish.

What pleased Hugo was that Milan was in a dire state. Even with Galliani’s shrewdness, Berlusconi, who stood behind the club, had lost much of his interest in football. The passion that Hugo had once stoked had returned to normal, and Berlusconi’s support for the team was now limited to empty words.

The match had lost all appeal; the only question was how many goals they would concede. The Salernitana coach sat silently on the sidelines, watching helplessly as the Trapani players celebrated.

"Hiss! Such powerful killing intent. She has concentrated almost all of her spiritual energy into this!" His expression shifted involuntarily.

Jin Yan nodded, indicating he had no objections. He had never expected a few words to convince Gu Nanzheng immediately.

Flames engulfed the two medicinal herbs. In mere moments, they melted away, and the fire descended into the pot, instantly erupting into a roaring blaze.