Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Bell Around the Neck

One could feel the other's breath and heartbeat, observe the flawless texture of their skin, and clearly perceive the deep affection and attachment in their eyes.

"Where, where is this? Who am I? How did I get here?" He Qizheng looked around in a daze, finding no familiar landmarks. Just as he was wondering, he looked down at the Mongolian robe he was wearing and realized he seemed to have returned to ancient times.

Pine wood, charcoal, and fermented soybeans were covered with a layer of soil. The pine and charcoal served as solid carburizing agents, while the fermented soybeans and soil acted as fillers. Liang Chuan did not fully grasp these technical terms, but he knew what pine and soybeans were; tossing them into the pot to stir-fry was the right move.

If he were to trick her again, sending other things—if her interpretation was correct—meant he was already prepared to continue deceiving her.

Long Wu sometimes did not quite understand either; He Yan, that calculating fox, would hardly be a good choice, and the existence of Ji Xiuzhu was about as helpful as a search engine, offering no substantial assistance.

It was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brilliant for a fleeting moment; though beautiful, it left no ripple in one's heart.

The match was scheduled for the evening of the following day, leaving little time for the teams to prepare.

Yu Gongying had long heard the chatter and, seeing someone call his name, walked over with a warm, spring-like smile.

The start was smooth. Three enemies invaded our blue jungle, but were repelled by Cheng Yaojin and Daji, who came to support from the top and mid lanes, working in tandem with Lanling Wang. Lanling Wang even managed to secure first blood.

As this thought crossed my mind, I gasped sharply. Combined with the way his spirit had cowered in the ancestral hall, as if hiding from something terrifying, I finally began to see a glimmer of clarity. It was definitely related to this well.

Huixin was like a thunderclap on flat ground. He did not worsen the bleeding wounds; instead, he slowly sprinkled them with merit. That thunderous presence merely ensured his reputation became widely known.

Upon entering the room, the man, just as he had before, spotted the jar of wine in the corner at a single glance.

At this moment, Nan He was at her most conflicted, so she kept her head bowed to prevent Di He from seeing the expression on her face.

I think I am beginning to understand why Eleven became Jiang. It is likely that when Zou Tiange altered the fate of the household, he disturbed Jiang. Consequently, from the very beginning, it was Jiang's spirit that possessed the fetus, allowing it to be born and survive. Perhaps Eleven's later soul-loss was also tied to Jiang.

He shook his head to clear these distracting thoughts. With a crisp click, he followed Lu Dang into the abandoned dormitory building.

"What information do we have?" Wang Ze asked in a trembling voice, clearly not having fully recovered from the recent scare.

"This child, the moment he gets home, he hides in his room instead of eating. I spent the whole afternoon preparing this meal; eat up before you go back," Neima Feilier said in a low voice.

Song Dongting initially wanted to reply with an ellipsis, but considering his precarious situation with Lu Qingshan, he suppressed his frustration and typed "OK."

Deputy Director Qian and Director Zhao were sworn enemies. One was a military veteran, the other a political appointee; both started as deputy directors, and naturally, their goal was to become the director.

After haggling with the Main God for a while, Chu He continued to ponder ways to manipulate Yun Shang. In any case, obtaining news of the "World-Suppressing Stone" from her was undoubtedly the best path.

Knowing one's future yet being unable to avoid it—how could others possibly understand such a feeling?

Ling Yefeng spoke in a cold, icy tone. That hellish, chilling voice lingered throughout the room, as if he feared anyone present might fail to remember his words.

Lu Pan simply propped his leg up on a nearby chair, blew a smoke ring, and recounted the events with a hint of irritation.

However, since he had already pledged to make amends, he could not go back on his word. Yet, he certainly wouldn't want to give up shares, so this was undoubtedly the best approach for now.

Well, I will just assume he was hungry and wanted to use my hand as food. But where am I supposed to find food in this place?

Various races have been at war since ancient times—not just humans, but also terrifying, ferocious alien species and beasts. Some existed on the surface, some emerged from the earth's core, and others came from within massive meteorites from outer space.

Walking in a straight line, Chu He saw many wonderful things along the way, his eyes lighting up repeatedly.

Suddenly, the very second his words fell, Huang Lin's old bones trembled violently.

Ren Laoguai gave a cold shout, greed flashing in his eyes. He gripped a short sword, ready to self-mutilate at any moment.

Tuoba Jie’s heart bled as Princess Jielan spoke. He gripped his precious sword tighter, his hand trembling. He stared fixedly at the princess, his eyes filled with a hatred he instantly masked.

But everyone knew clearly that the true experts were the players in these clubs. Yet, looking at the situation now, even the four top masters of the club had been soundly defeated. Who would dare display heroic fearlessness to fight him?

Shortly thereafter, Master Ziyun and the Divine Lord Ao Jian took their leave, leaving only Wang Chen, Zhou Youcai, Master Baifa, and a few others in the room.