Volume One, Chapter 28: You’d Better Give Up Any Thought of Leaving Me.

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Hummer and Song Sanli each grabbed one person and dragged them directly into the garden of the courtyard. Then they strode to the front door of the villa, taking a stance as if preparing to kick it open.

Su Zhenyuan saw that even at this moment, he was still wary of him. On one hand, he silently admired his cunning; on the other, he felt a bit displeased by his indirectness.

“You better have nothing going on between you two!” Lu Qifan added quietly in his heart. “I don’t want to worry about you all day long!”

But he never expected that within half a month, this lord would return to his usual calmness, as if the sharp, prominent persona from before was not Ouyang Yun Su at all.

“That proves I was right,” Qiao Yunxi’s voice was steady, without much fluctuation, as if the previous blow had indeed hurt deeply.

After all, Tian Wushuang was a disciple of the Heavenly Profound Sect. Whether he returned depended on Jade Immortal and himself. During his time in the secular world, Tian Wushuang had also experienced Bai Ye’s sincere feelings. Although Tian Wushuang always helped Bai Ye, Bai Ye provided them with many cultivation resources.

She was tangled tightly, unable to move at all. The bindings were so tight that she couldn’t even raise her voice to call for help.

Han Yupei naturally noticed Liu Yunxin’s struggle, and without hesitation, swung his great sword to strike at the Windburst Wolf.

From the Gourmet Street to Wangfujing, and from New World back to KFC, in Su Lian’s playful world, nothing was impossible—only things one was unwilling to do. So, wherever she thought of, she went. Why be bound by one’s own thoughts?

Threat! This was definitely a threat! Using Yingchun’s poison to coerce Yingchun into safely finding him medicinal herbs. Because he didn’t know which herbs were for his antidote and which were what he truly needed, this also prevented Yingchun from tampering with the herbs.

After a while, the sky darkened, as if a layer of black cloth had been draped over it. The night sky had no moon or stars—utterly pitch black.

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Upon hearing Liu Huaiyong’s words, everyone understood immediately: they would split up and escape; Du Zhengben and Jia Zhengyi would surely team up to pursue Liu Huaiyong, who intended to use his life to buy them a way out.

“Now the first half of the saying is fulfilled; the second half is to sit and watch the clouds rise. Then let’s sit here and wait to see if anything happens,” Liu Banxian said.

“That’s just the head of the Tian family in Riverside Village. He only has a few lousy coins. Compared to the Yin family, all his money probably doesn’t even match Master Yin’s pocket money,” Shui Tao said with some indignation.

They thought Grandma would stop Kai Yang’s childish behavior, but to their surprise, Mom Chen joined Kai Yang in the commotion and even encouraged Jiayu to indulge him with a good morning kiss.

Wu Hua seemed to want to say something but couldn’t bring himself to utter such harsh words. He only hoped Liu Dongmei would understand someday.

When Jile shifted to a different tone, everyone was suddenly alert—they knew this signaled the emperor’s arrival.

In recent years, archaeological findings showed no signs of fire damage at the Epang Palace ruins; instead, abundant evidence of burning was found at the old site of Xianyang Palace. Thus, it is widely believed that Xiang Yu set fire to Xianyang Palace, not Epang Palace.

Wu Jin focused all his energy to regulate his true qi and activate his blood veins to the fullest, unleashing the agility of the Purple-Gold Python. Xiahou Haotian grew increasingly anxious after prolonged fighting, while Wu Jin became more composed with every strike.

This beast was incredibly robust, covered with steel-needle-like fiery red fur. Its two giant eyes atop its head shone like lanterns, radiating dazzling red light.

Then Xia Zhang watched as Dong Qingchen and the others took out various polar camping equipment—only the most expensive kind, ones even their scientific expedition team wouldn’t spare—making him dizzy just looking at them.

Unable to hold back any longer, Peng Xiucheng roared and tore off his shirt, revealing a sleek, muscular body.

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The more the crowd spoke, the more chaotic and bizarre it became. In such an atmosphere, some began to imitate the man from before. Thus, various items—eggs, rotten cabbage, stones, or leftover food—were thrown fiercely by the common folk toward the three cages.

The massive sword they formed radiated an astonishing aura; even Golden Core experts dared not take it head-on.

Perhaps even if I find him, I should hold my position first, waiting for the right moment to mention that I once sought him. But, when exactly will that moment come?

Many top-tier masters in the mundane martial world, after witnessing a sword technique once, could imitate it convincingly.

Following the sound, Gu Feng looked up to see four people about thirty or forty meters ahead: Zhao Pufan, Lei Xian, Li Muxian, and Zhang Shan. However, Lei Xian seemed unconscious from injuries, half-squatted and supported by Zhang Shan. The one speaking to Gu Feng was Zhao Pufan.

The bird flapped its wings once and said a few more words, but Xiuxiang still didn’t understand. The bird flapped again, pecking hard at Xiuxiang’s fingertip. The pain registered a few seconds later.

“Killing intent, fire!” Although the Japanese soldiers were stunned by the blow, they immediately counterattacked. The anti-aircraft machine guns and cannons roared, firing at the helicopter in the sky.

Between the Lan family and the Dongfang family stretched a wide, sharp expanse. Burning, blazing wings made everyone’s foreheads bead with sweat. Lan Fengyuan remained poised in a throwing stance, watching helplessly as the golden arrow he had launched melted, cooled, and formed into a gold block resting in Chengnuo’s palm.