Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Large Order for Tennis Skirts

The two switched back to English to continue their conversation. Luo Xuan checked the time; a full hour had passed. She wiped the sweat from her face and began to pack her things.

Cynthia suddenly called out to her, "That skirt you're wearing, with the slit on the side, it’s quite a design statement. Is it the same one Sharapova wears?"

Luo Xuan zipped up her tennis bag and shook her head.

Cynthia and Jiang Mingying were sitting on a higher level. Cynthia looked down at Luo Xuan, her tone casual, "Take off your sweater and let me get a closer look."

Asuna turned to the side, trying to dodge, but suddenly lost her balance, collapsing to the ground accompanied by the sound of something snapping.

"Are you going to leave or not?" The icy glint in Li Qi's eyes intensified, and the long sword in his hand seemed ready to be unsheathed at any moment.

At this distance, the condensation of the godhood was profoundly shocking; in that instant, almost every god-level expert in the Wind and Cloud world sensed the surge of power.

"Old Four! Old Four!" The man in black called out twice before he reluctantly set the corpse of Old Four down.

The strength of this power was beyond anything she had ever dared to imagine. For reasons unknown, it had not only healed her chronic illness but also granted her the opportunity to attempt a breakthrough into the Manifestation Realm.

"Hehe, two more pieces of prey have wandered in." One by one, menacing and aggressive figures emerged from the shadows.

The crowd, which had been excited just a moment ago, immediately began to sigh and complain. There was no other reason than the fact that they did not possess the items on the list. At the same time, others shrieked with even greater excitement.

Yu Qilong gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how difficult it is, I absolutely cannot miss the inheritance of the Blood Sword Sovereign."

Zhao Ming walked through the Ziyang Mountain Range. The entire range was devoid of light, plunged into a dead silence. Zhao Ming's eyes glowed with different colors, appearing quite eerie in the pitch-black night.

Zhao Ming reached out and picked up the object in front of him. Wiping away the dirt, he discovered it was a silver, shimmering belt. It felt ice-cold to the touch, causing his mind to snap to attention. Zhao Ming had no time to examine it further; he climbed and leaped out of the deep pit, quickly making his escape.

Conan called out a few times without receiving a response, but he didn't pay it much mind. He strolled down the stairs and headed into the bathroom to use the toilet, only to notice a sticky note attached to the mirror.

With such explosive content, and given that Heiji Hattori had requested it himself, Michiko Murakami and the others naturally had no objections.

Jiang Ning was petrified. If his memory served him correctly, he had just "bullied" these two great demons moments ago.

He gritted his teeth, struggling to control the ghostly energy as he summoned the Cleansing Bell, shaking it violently amidst the pile of "insects."

However, this clone was incomparable to his innate skills. Crafted from his own essence and blood, it could only withstand one full-force blow from a late-stage Xiantian expert. It might be useful for escaping, but it was clearly inadequate for combat.

The moment the bullet pierced his thigh, the masked man bit down on the poison hidden in his tooth; he would not allow himself to become a captive.

Because the Arab cavalry had to hold round shields, their long spears were held with one hand, which were far inferior in length to the spears held with both hands by the Tang cavalry.

Pei Min found himself in a state of idleness for a time. In Chang'an, he could have gone to the Qingyu Pavilion to watch a play, chatted with Gongsun You, or visited the Pear Garden to talk with Xie Aman.

Su Su likely found the Five-General Gods vulgar and filthy, so she refused their food, keeping her mouth shut and shaking her head slightly. Although Su Su had lost her human form, her pure heart remained unchanged. Even if the Five-General Gods were decent people, Su Su would not eat in front of them.

At the school gate, students responsible for soliciting guests waved various flyers, distributing them to those entering the campus.

Otherwise, the power unleashed would have been even greater, but this didn't matter; it was already more than enough to deal with a minor threat that hadn't yet come into its own.

Calling him a "scumbag" and the like, their tone was disdainful and their eyes cold. Ai Yao asked jokingly, "Didn't everything seem perfect back when you were in the honeymoon phase?"