Volume 1 Chapter 39: Fu Yichen Develops Feelings for Shu Ya

"I'm not hungry," Wang Dong replied softly. At that moment, he fell into the same awkward habit as Xia Zhiqing, saying with some embarrassment, "I'm going to the restroom." With that, Wang Dong headed toward the mountainside.

Moreover, all her painstaking efforts were merely to escape this unfathomable cage and stop being a pawn in the Empress Dowager's hands.

Xing Chu flashed away from the Xing Chu Palace, which transformed into a stream of light and returned to his Dantian star sea.

It was just a title, however; the top courtesan knew very well that the madam would not let her go out to entertain guests at will. After all, the madam still had no clue who was spending a fortune every day to book her exclusively.

"Uh, as for that, perhaps his wife will cheat on him in the future, haha." Xing Yue did not answer Ye Zishan's question directly, but instead thought far ahead.

"You're talking nonsense." Before Zhang Cuizhen could finish, Zhao Danian slammed his hand on the table and stood up. How could this matter be linked to his nephew? Besides, there was no proof; what right did she have to smear Zhao Kai's name?

His right palm radiated a divine light—the glow of magical power—which was pouring rapidly into the dark gold blade embryo. Li Hexian’s face turned pale in an instant.

"I will defeat you first!" Tang Yang twisted his body, his joints cracking for a moment, and he smiled at Chu Hen.

Zhuo Tian had reached the Sword Spirit level and could already practice simple fasting, refining vital energy to replenish his physical strength. Lin Qingyue, whose strength was at the Sword Sect level, could have already gone without eating or drinking. Every time she ate, it was only because she enjoyed watching Zhuo Tian eat.

From a distance, the entire building looked like a frail, elderly person, as if a slight breeze could knock it down. Liu Shuang's shocked gaze shifted to Ye Zi's face.

The four giant dragons stood up, laughing casually, paying no heed to the warning. They were all at the Nascent Soul stage; could they really be intimidated by a few pets kept by their master?

After a few exchanges, the Demon God was in a sorry state. Unwilling to return like this, he let out a shrill roar, and the negative energy around him instantly solidified.

The center of the river embankment was bulging, looking like a giant egg from afar. If you looked closely, however, you would realize it was not.

Recalling the past, Jian Qi felt a certain degree of pain in her heart, but she did not stop, instead recounting everything from the beginning to the present to Ling Su.

In the most recent conflict, Tie Mu was unlucky enough to encounter those who genuinely wanted to kill him—two of them at the Elder level. During the battle, he suffered severe injuries; it was a situation where death seemed certain.

The young man's words carried a sense of dominance and self-confidence. It was true, as he said: people have needs, and since he could satisfy those needs, one would naturally have to become his subordinate to obtain them.

"Now that you have what you wanted, can you let us go?" Chen Mu frowned, looking at the old man as he spoke slowly.

These two pills were no ordinary medicine; they were life-prolonging elixirs recently refined by Cao Feng. No matter the mortal, as long as they had a single breath left, these pills could save them. They were truly heaven-defying items.

"I promised Ling Shaojun that while he is on his mission, I am not going anywhere," Jin Lei replied without hesitation.

With the approach of war, Xiluo's training became even more arduous. Without a powerful heritage, their strength had limited room for growth, leaving them only to upgrade their source equipment, the "Red Fang."

The honest-looking man had great strength. Although the fat man was tall, he was clearly the type who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Coupled with the fact that he had been drinking, he was pushed back several steps, nearly landing on his backside.

During this time, she kept praising the convenience and affordability of online shopping. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Han Xuan had paid her a fortune for an endorsement.

Another slash; this wound was deeper and larger than the previous one. Blood flowed out like water.

"How is this possible? Is Saint-Pus dead? Then who is controlling that bit of Saint-Pus's magical power within Lan Jing'er? Could Saint-Pus be so powerful that even his magical power has developed its own consciousness?" Xian looked at Saint-Pus, wondering to himself in confusion.

Beichen was still in the void, seeing nothing but a world of white; the chill of the cold current had frozen the turbulence in the void.

Deep Water Bay was a long-established luxury residential area in Hong Kong, home to many Westerners. The ancestral home of the super-wealthy Ho Tung family was located here. Compared to the adjacent Repulse Bay, Deep Water Bay was quieter and had more heritage.

Running to the riverside, Lan Jing'er jumped in without hesitation. Just as she had expected, it was not cold at all, even though it was autumn.

The tacit understanding between Zhao Mu and his teammates had been cultivated through training. When Zhao Mu began to steal the ball, his teammates were already prepared to receive the pass.

"After the 10% share swap with Marvel, contact my grandfather directly once you finish the acquisition. I've already spoken to him, and he will help handle it then."

When Hua Huibei received the second round of telephone invitations from Wade Auction, the excuse he gave for not being able to attend in person was poor health. And so, Bamboo Pole brought over some supplements to "visit" him, which served as a decent enough excuse.

Li Zaixian didn't pay him much mind. If it were before, he would have certainly fawned over him, but now that he himself was barely hanging on, how could he bother with him?

At this moment, the soldier who had been a step slower and nearly parasitized also reacted. In a fit of rage, he rushed forward and stabbed the parasitic human-faced spider with his sword. He impaled the spider, which was in its most vulnerable state, like a kebab, and lifted it up as if to vent his anger.

He also wanted to reforge his broken sword; he also wanted to wash away all his grievances. Moreover, he carried many, many things on his shoulders; a single list of the fallen was enough to make him breathless.

After entering the city, Bai Suni Jie decided to proceed gradually, slowly looking for an opportunity to eliminate the fake king. Besides, he needed to observe for a while longer—what if he was wrong? What if the Great Tang Monk was wrong?

"Shouldn't he be locked in a dungeon and interrogated with torture? Why are you treating his wounds?" Xu Jun asked in surprise.

Chen Ao was also stunned for a moment, hurriedly collecting his thoughts, thinking to himself, *There are outsiders present; I’m being a bit too licentious.*