Volume 1, Chapter 27: How Will You Manage If You're So Shy?

Brother Ling is just like that, too! He is Sister Lan’s husband, and she is his wife. Brother Ling loves to seek her out to play, yet he has never once been harsh with her.

Han Xin felt a start of surprise but remained silent. Seeing the fervent gaze of the two, and feeling grateful for their assistance, he followed Xiang Zhuang toward his great tent.

The bright moon hung in the sky, its pale, cold light casting a ghastly pallor over the earth. The dozen or so wounded men afflicted by the corpse poison were gathered in one spot. As the seals on their faces were lifted, their expressions shifted rapidly—from terror to heartache, to despair, eventually revealing a strange, demonic madness.

The innkeeper hurried over and recognized the man. It was the fat man’s first visit, so how could the innkeeper know him? In business, one recognizes money, not people. Seeing the fat man’s extravagant display upon entering, he was "acquainted." As long as there was money to pay for damages, the innkeeper would happily let him tear down the entire shop, let alone just punch a hole in the door.

A hundred paces ahead, thousands of Chu soldiers had fully formed their battle array, waiting silently for the Qin army to engage. The objective of this Chu force was clear: they did not seek to defeat the Qin army, only to delay them. As long as they could stall until Xiang Yu and Xiang Zhuang arrived, Sima Xin, even with heaven-defying skills, would have no chance of breaking through or escaping alive.

After walking inside and verifying the license plate number, it was indeed Wu Xiexie’s car. Yet, why was his car still parked here? Could it be that the person Jiang Xihong was meant to meet was not Wu Xiexie?

Qin Jin let out a low shout. Executing the swordsmanship of the Purple Star Sword God, he unleashed a streak of sword energy that carved a profound, violet abyss into the air.

Sima Qingtian looked at the stubborn old man and immediately realized his words had been inconsistent. This old fellow must have caught a loophole!

Dongfang Ran sat cross-legged in the center of a circular soft couch, his chest bare, blood dripping from his fingertips. His vital acupuncture points were pierced with silver needles; the slightest carelessness could cause his energy and blood to flow in reverse, endangering his life.

Yet today, the supervisor had announced that they must clean at noon as well. It seemed the supervisor had received word in advance and must have known the truth.

Although he was not entirely clear about the character of the Heir of the Emperor Ying, he could tell from the attack alone that his opponent was certainly a tough nut to crack.

Liu Xiangrong was, after all, a newcomer to this line of work and thin-skinned. She blushed to the roots of her hair at the sanitation worker’s words, feeling that Jiang Yichen’s earlier remarks were truly embarrassing.

Meanwhile, the long saber and long sword struck Jiang Yuxuan’s body. A crisp sound rang out, and sparks flew as if the blades had struck fine steel.

"Don't forget that bastard Ye Tianming," Zhu Yuhuang said coldly. "He possessed an immensely powerful soul, stronger even than mine. He must have used his dying, residual soul to ignite the demonic nature within Jiang Yuxuan, magnifying it ten thousand times in an instant, allowing the demonic to overwhelm the divine."

Jia Qing lifted his eyelids, cast a dismissive glance at him, and then lowered his head, no longer wasting his energy on someone who was clearly a complete fool.

No sooner had she spoken than she charged at Jia Qing, only to be struck by a ball thrown by him, the one who strikes first. She did not concede, continuing to hurl snowballs at him, though none found their mark.

"In that case, I wonder if Brother Zhou has any good ideas on how to pass through here?" Liao Hua asked with a look of expectation.

Yet Chu Tian removed it anyway. A handsome face was revealed, but his body ignited instantly, self-destructing with a loud boom.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Great Zhou Kingdom who were trekking toward the site felt a sensation second only to Wang Fan; their nascent souls were constantly inhaling the scattered spiritual energy of heaven and earth, especially the leaks from the black hole in the sky, which held a fatal allure for them.

This was a miracle that transcended magic; even the most powerful Great Sage Art could not cause such a transformation in the dead.

"Then he truly deserved to die," Li Mo said, his mouth agape, at a loss for words. He had not expected a demon to have such a tragic fate.

Du Shaoyue did not know the specific details, but Chen Yuan had confronted her and Zhou Ping about the matter.

Historically, the two most powerful warlords of the early period, Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, both had members of the Xun clan serving as officials under them, and their positions were not low.

The basketball court of Juyou Middle School had never been so rowdy. The spectators were split into two camps based on the opposing sides, their cheers and applause intertwining and rising one after another.

That person crossed the military formation, walking alone toward the capital of Han, stopping only when he reached the edge of the moat.

The believers fell silent, staring in disbelief at the angel in the light, feeling as if the sky were falling and the earth collapsing.

He had chosen the Ghost Locust first because it could continuously absorb yin energy, and once such flora could be weaponized, it would come with an inherent energy supply cycle.

"Gongshifan now has tens of thousands of troops. With so many mouths to feed, where is his supply line? Is it in the north, or..." Li Jue asked the question directly.

He had long heard that Guan Yu’s bravery was unparalleled, and his fierce generals were countless. Even if the Eastern Wolf Qiang paid a heavy price to defeat the hundred or so men led by Guan Yu, it would be impossible to kill them all.

When noon arrived, a sudden, intense flash of light appeared in the otherwise ordinary meditation room, forcing Wu Sheng to close his eyes. When he opened them again, he was clearly no longer in that room, but in another place.

Finally, both sets of parents accepted this formulaic relationship and brought up the subject of marriage.

Chen Jiushan and Fugui were straight-shooters. Although they said nothing, what they were thinking was already written on their faces.