Volume 1, Chapter 34: The Speaker Has a Meaning, the Listener Has a Mind

Village Chief Li spoke with stern gravity, fearing that these people might take his words lightly or fail to grasp their importance. None of the villagers were fools; they knew exactly what could and could not be done. They nodded hastily, signaling their understanding.

Su Yunhai took the two survivors aside to interrogate them for their confessions. His face, heavy with flesh, contorted as he scowled, his eyes drooping to reveal a menacing, Rakshasa-like ferocity. "Who exactly are you?"

However, there was no great rush. Although Devil Fruits were worth hundreds of millions of Berries on the open market, they rarely circulated in the outside world, as the vast majority were monopolized by the Celestial Dragons, the nobility of the pirate world.

This time, he had sought out Xiao Yi not only to discuss their continued partnership but also to fulfill a previous promise. He wanted to adopt this model, and Xiao Yi, naturally, had no objections.

But how could Han Tian, a Soul Master with ice-attribute powers, and Luo Jiufen, a Soul Master with fire-attribute powers, possibly be the same person?

True enough, it had been over three years since he married Chen Xiyao. In that time, he had taken four concubines, yet despite more than three years of diligent effort, there was still no offspring. Zhu Hao scratched his head, wondering if something was wrong with his own body.

Feng Yuan was filled with shame and indignation. Having fled the ancestral lands of the Phoenix Clan, her cultivation had been arduous, and she was constantly hunted by countless powerhouses seeking to claim her as their mount.

However, I must be on my guard against his lethal venom; that is no laughing matter. Based on the information provided by the Divine Stone, this creature possesses the ability to fight opponents of higher ranks thanks to its poison. Even an eighth-rank Soul Beast might struggle to gain the upper hand against it.

The brutal tortures, the snake pits, and the ever-growing legion of death-row prisoners—all these things constantly frayed people's nerves.

In the past, if she died, she died; she wouldn't have bothered to care. But things were different now; Wu Heng was with her.

Following Shen Mohan's gaze, Su Miyu looked down at the paper in her own hand and instantly felt it was a hot potato, one so scorching it threatened to burn her very fingers.

General Juan Lian looked at Fang Yi with a mixture of doubt and belief. The latter glanced up at the sky, and Juan Lian immediately understood.

"Let's just get it over with. I don't want to spend the whole afternoon in that place. Once we've got it, we leave immediately," Lu Ling sighed, the helplessness in his voice clashing sharply with his current expression.

Hearing Ye Wei speak, the boss exhaled in relief; the girl he knew had finally returned. But when he heard the content of her words, he was in the middle of drinking water. Instantly, the water sprayed all over the floor.

What did the loss of a large number of subordinates matter? As long as they could inflict damage on the enemy, the demons cared nothing for such things.

"Gongfu, where is our Lord?" The moment he saw Huang Gai, a sudden, ominous feeling gripped Zhou Yu. He rushed onto the boat in a few strides and demanded an answer.

That day, Ferguson cautioned everyone not to leak the news of Scholes' recovery. The next day, the entire Manchester United squad boarded a flight to Milan.

The troupe leader had no time for our banter; he tilted his head back and downed a glass of Chivas in one gulp.

Seeing that Xu Hongyi was unwilling to speak more, Lin Yang said nothing further. He lowered his head, mechanically shoveling rice porridge into his mouth. The sweet porridge tasted incredibly bitter on his tongue.

He knew Jing Moxuan had come to settle scores, but he had not expected him to ask directly about Feng Yinge. Since Jing Moxuan dared to ask, it meant he must have obtained some information.

This man seemed to possess an innate aura of oppression that made her feel deeply uncomfortable. His upper face was obscured, making it impossible to see his features or guess his intentions, but the wicked curl at the corner of his mouth made it clear: he had come for her.

Xiao Yuyin understood even better that, due to her stubborn nature, she was unwilling to compromise before Nalan Heng spoke first. In truth, she had already decided: tonight, when she returned to the Prince's Mansion, she would tell him that she was willing to stay.

She was dressed in pale pink robes, a cloud-patterned sash cinching her impossibly slender waist. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, and her phoenix eyes held a natural, bewitching charm that was nonetheless filled with a commanding dignity. Her dark hair was styled into an elegant, elaborate bun, radiating a regal and opulent grace.