Volume One, Chapter 40: An Unexpected Delight

It is an exaggeration to say it would amaze everyone; I merely know a few simple tunes.

At this moment, had Jiumu continued to blindly deny it, it would have appeared rather awkward. Instead, it was better to gracefully admit to it.

Zhi Shan lifted his gaze slightly, looking at the familiar scenery before him. The memories in his mind drifted back one hundred and twenty years. The appearance of the master of this mountain from that era was still clearly imprinted in his mind. Never had he expected that, in the blink of an eye, everything would have changed and the people of the past would be gone.

An Yujing blinked her eyes. Xia Jie’s figure was nowhere to be found beside her, and a trace of loss and melancholy inevitably welled up in her heart.

Yuan Xiao felt too stifled staying inside the carriage, so she followed some others outside to catch some fresh air. Yuan Songzi had prepared everything thoroughly, including umbrellas, so Yuan Xiao was not afraid of getting soaked by the rain.

Qin Chi asked casually, though in truth he was dying to know how things stood between her and Gu Yicheng, and how he treated her.

Hearing this, Madam Wu could not help feeling puzzled. In the past, whenever there was any matter, she was always asked to pass on the message. Why had her father-in-law suddenly changed his temperament today?

I hurriedly let out a soft hiss toward the sun, placing a finger on my lips to signal her to remain silent. After she nodded in understanding, I began to concentrate and listen intently.

I counted. Just the name "Young Master Xiaoran"—she must have said it no fewer than thirty times. As I counted to the thirty-fifth time, she suddenly stopped, staring blankly at me with wide eyes.

On the Rose? Using Lin Yifan's mobile phone? Just how omnipotent could his Mrs. Qin possibly be?

Huo Xiaojin had never known that this old hag surnamed Chen could be so formidable. Previously, he had thought she was merely capable of fighting, but now it seemed she truly possessed a sense of unfathomable depth.

Earth-type palm techniques are dense and heavy, focusing primarily on a sense of oppression. Although Fat Qi executed this set of palm movements with a fierce and gusty momentum, it lacked that essential sense of oppression, making it nothing more than an empty show without substance.

The Wind Serpent looked at Xue Qiqi dismissively, let out a cold snort, and said, "I wouldn't even deign to dirty my hands on a mortal like you!" Having said that, it slightly turned its body, preparing to leave. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted from its abdomen, causing the Wind Serpent's head to spin with dizziness. With a heavy thud, it dropped to one knee on the ground, while purple true qi continuously leaked from its body.

In truth, since when they could not recall, both the Stone Monkey and the Proud Heavenly Dog had subconsciously begun to enjoy the days of adventuring while following alongside Cui Feng.

Within the Thunder Sound Temple of the Buddhist sect, all the monks chanted scriptures and sacred names, striking the majestic bronze bell as the ethereal sounds of Buddha rippled outward in wave after wave of golden light.

"Who carries such a huge reputation? Even Yu Ruotong went?" Carlos touched his already completely shaved bald head with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, Lang Qianqiu swiftly laid Feng Lei—who was now completely devoid of any ability to fight back—onto the ground. He then straightened his posture, freed his dual claws, and pinned Feng Lei beneath him.

Whenever he recalled the blazing fire of that night, a single strand of silver hair would fall; whenever he thought of her, another strand of silver hair would drift down.

At this time, Corpse Yin Mountain had undergone a drastic transformation. Under the weight of this oppressive force, everything within Corpse Yin Mountain had distorted, and some places that were originally familiar now appeared utterly strange!

"Brother, shall we go back now and do those things instead? Can we stop fighting, please?" Zhao Yu said with a hint of agitation.

John dragged his large saber across the ground before him, raising a wall of fire. The translucent blade pierced through the fire wall, directly inflicting a torrential storm of damage upon John.

"Is there a new drama to be filmed soon?" Shen Yu sat nearby, holding some fruit and piercing a piece with a toothpick to feed her.

Hearing this, Liu Huiyin felt a warmth bloom in her heart. This fellow truly held her deeply in his heart now.

However, this could not entirely be blamed on others; she herself bore the primary responsibility for the way others viewed her.