Volume One, Chapter 32: How Dare You Disrespect the Princess?

Lin Ji remained silent. The discomfort he had felt since stepping into Li Xingning’s home was growing increasingly intense.

As for Chu Liu, that fellow was also busy devouring his meal; despite the abundance of seasonings used, he had never tasted anything so good.

Lu Zhong used his willpower to resist the divine sense. As he gripped the Lingfeng Sword, several fierce sword auras countered the mental pressure. Desperately, Lu Zhong struggled to unleash his most powerful technique: the Sword-Drawing Style.

Ye Bai circulated his cultivation method time and again. According to the "Heavenly Kingdom Soul Refining Record," one only completes the practice when all the energy of the seven spirits is gathered together to form an entirely new reservoir of power.

"You don't need to say anything more. Either leave or stay and watch from the sidelines, but do not harbor any thoughts of reaping the benefits of a third party. Otherwise, even if I don't touch you, it will not let you go," Chu Liu interrupted Yun Yun, his words ringing out with iron-clad resolve.

The young man on the motorcycle was wearing sunglasses despite the dim light, and a woven plastic bag was tied to the bike’s bumper.

Mo Haiqing had spent two days in the hospital. From the moment she regained consciousness, a senior nurse had been attending to every aspect of her daily life. Although the food here was quite good, Mo Haiqing found her personal freedom restricted.

Hearing Qing Dai’s words, Chu Liu felt a weight lift from his heart. At this moment, she had fully recovered; if she were to turn on him, Chu Liu, in his current state, would be unable to do anything about it.

A burst of laughter, the kind Lu Li loved to hear, came from the other end of the phone. Despite her tears, she followed suit and laughed as well.

Feng Kai was jolted awake by the shrill ringing of his phone. The pitch-black room made it difficult for him to clear his head.

In an instant, he felt as if he had collided with a speeding train; with a loud bang, he was sent flying like a discarded burlap sack.

Lin Huai also walked in, observing the scene calmly before sauntering slowly to the front of the bar.

The Judgment Angel held the sacred blade, looking the most sanctified of all. Her angelic face was enough to make everything else in the world pale in comparison.

A major general is only worth five hundred points. I suspect that even if we wiped out every Japanese officer stationed in the Sahara, we wouldn't find twenty major generals.

With a sharp crack, another slap landed. This time, Liu Lulu burst into tears and ceased speaking altogether.

Why is this? Why do I have such dreams? Where do dreams come from? Or are dreams some kind of unknown omen? Or perhaps a deeply hidden metaphor... a suggestion?

In the face of life-or-death danger, the landlady was not as unscrupulous as she was when selling her goods; she shoved Lin Nan aside.

The Wolf Alliance has five leaders, titled Red Wolf, Yellow Wolf, Blue Wolf, Green Wolf, and Black Wolf. The Wolf Alliance in Guyue City is controlled by the Red Wolf, while the others—Yellow, Blue, and Green—are distributed across three other cities. The strength of these four alliances is roughly equal.

For some reason, after Wang Jin, with a mocking smile on his face, described this passage—or perhaps what he was about to do—to Wei Jianyong, the short young man was scared half to death on the spot. His eyes widened as he stared at Wang Jin in disbelief, his trembling mouth stuttering, unable to find the words to speak.

After about three or four minutes, a man in his fifties surnamed Han appeared at the office door, looking full of vigor. Judging by his attire—a tailored suit, polished leather shoes, and hair slicked with gel—he seemed to have dressed with great care.

When I am embarrassed, I adopt a sarcastic demeanor; I mock it, and I continue to spread it.

With this kind of stone, as long as you infuse it with righteous energy, you can see the situation outside, while those on the outside cannot see what is inside the box.

"If you continue to be this noisy, I don’t mind giving Jenny a call and having her come over to admire your shrewish behavior," Jin Guangyan said indifferently.

"Is the East Sea your hometown, or is it not mine as well?" the Lord of Poison Dragon Island turned around and whispered, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

"I generally don't remember things that are irrelevant," Wu Qi said faintly, holding a sign in his hand and walking toward the door.

After a quarter of the fierce battle, Jin Qiu finally drove away all the martial artists who had climbed onto the first floating platform. They were stained with blood, their eyes red, staring like wild beasts at the fighters who were about to step onto the platform.

At this moment, the He family’s door opened. He Ruoqian looked up to see Yu Lun standing in the doorway, staring right at them.

He had looked after her for most of the night; he must be exhausted, right? A surge of indescribable tenderness welled up in Yan Xiaoxiao’s heart.

"At least I just helped you; you can't return kindness with enmity, can you?" Mu Feng pouted in dissatisfaction.

After entering White Pagoda Temple, Guan Yibing was shocked by the sheer population of this vast nation throughout the journey, holding up her phone to record the sight of the surging crowds.

"Give me the gun," Harry Osborn walked up to a bodyguard and snatched the weapon from his hand.

"Roar!" A bestial roar filled with violent intent echoed. Immediately afterward, a giant ape over five meters tall leapt from the jungle, slamming both fists toward Yao Huange’s back. Had those two blows landed on her fragile back, she would likely have died on the spot.

At this moment, Tu San began to hesitate, wondering if she could truly live in harmony with humans.

Nothing is important; success or failure, glory or shame, wealth or poverty—none of it matters. The characters may care, but that act of caring itself is of no consequence.

Bang! Nakamura Shu’s body stiffened for a second. He turned slowly to look at the only surviving bodyguard, only to see the tower-like man collapse into a pool of blood, his breath gone.

As someone whose martial soul was hair, he would be fine if a small amount were cut off, but now, more than half of the hair on his head was burning fiercely. The agony of his martial soul being scorched was transmitted directly to his mind.

Natasha, who had fallen from the fifth floor, screamed, but three meters from the ground, she was caught by someone who leapt up from the floor.

Sighing, Fu Ning conceded. He believed it, for isn't jade gambling all about luck and instinct? They say even the gods find it hard to judge the value of a stone, and although he had studied jade gambling for a long time, he had never experienced a massive windfall like Zhang Hao’s.