Volume 1, Chapter 41: Suspend Shu Ya from her position!

January 19th. The Lunar New Year is approaching. Everyone is busy preparing festive goods, and many white-collar workers looking forward to their upcoming holidays are scouring the internet for perfumes to wear when they return to their hometowns. Returning from the big city, one must maintain a refined appearance so as not to be looked down upon by the folks back home. The perfume titled "Infatuation" has been quite popular lately; they are planning to buy it, though they feel the price is rather steep. Yet, knowing that the scent is not only delightful but lingers for two days, who wouldn't want to smell fragrant for forty-eight hours straight?

One of the four, a Cat-Cat Fruit user, brandished sharp claws and lunged at Wilde’s head with lightning speed.

Su Tiantian felt that falling down was well worth it, if only to have Jiang Linhan wash grapes for her.

"The next day, I had to go down the mountain again, only to find the same drunken youth from yesterday halfway up the slope. He was sprawled across a tree, still completely unconscious from the alcohol."

Nan Liqian had driven over himself. When getting into the car, he specifically opened the front passenger door to invite Su Tiantian to sit in the front. Too embarrassed to refuse, she took the seat.

The Lotus Sword technique was terrifyingly powerful; one could faintly see the very space around it trembling, but how could Huai Yu be defeated by such a simple move?

The crowd murmured in discussion, but only Xu Jiuyou and Xu Wei wore expressions of sudden realization, their gazes fixed on the white shadow with unusual gravity.

During the subsequent physical fitness test, she performed exceptionally well. Her muscle strength and flexibility were astonishing, and most impressively, her explosive power was top-tier.

Jiang Linhan did not dodge; watching her flushed face, a smile spread across his features.

"Clang!" Kizaru showed no sign of retreating. Instead, he pressed forward, delivering a simple, sweeping sword strike as he advanced.

"Heh... hehe..." The young Marine’s mouth twitched, revealing a smile as pained as if he had just lost his parents. "H... hello, Mr. Wilde, you are truly impressive!" As he spoke, he gave Wilde a thumbs-up, though his eyes dared only to look elsewhere, not meeting Wilde’s gaze.

They couldn't fight here. It was too dark, the tools were inconvenient, and if they failed to finish it in one blow, the resulting scuffle might shatter a few clay figurines—the losses would be too great.

Zheng Zeyu looked utterly dejected. Just as he thought all hope was lost, Lin Chushuang suddenly spoke up.

To cope with the solar apocalypse, the gods temporarily declared a truce, signed a covenant to cease mutual hostilities, and established a council to discuss how to survive the end of the world.

Under her command, the two puppets searched through the ruins of the grand hall until they finally discovered a hidden mechanism in an inconspicuous corner.

The fire god Agni, with a look of joy on his face, suddenly reached out, grabbed a handful of red floral powder, and scattered it into the flames.

Her heartbeat was feeble, as if it might stop inexplicably at any moment. There was no strength left, and even the water element, which had always felt so intimate in her past perceptions, had vanished.

Therefore, Liu Yun exchanged her gold for banknotes from the Fang Family Bank, with no fear that one day she might hear news of the bank collapsing and her money becoming worthless.

In this golden City of a Thousand Gates, the golden-winged bird Garuda soared, spreading its wings as it passed through a thousand layers of gates.

Indra’s pace did not falter as he drew closer to Parashurama, his footsteps roaring like an earthquake.

Zhao Rong followed the two to a location near the center of the city. Like the bodyguards, they were too cautious to ever detect the person tailing them.

A few minutes later, with Andre and Shangguan Quanqi personally leading the way, Shangguan Xiu left the hall and arrived at the door of a room.

"This must be the Sa family girl." Uncle Wangzhu was in his fifties, with dark, weathered skin. When he smiled, his eyes disappeared completely.

"How could you not be thirsty? If you don't drink, these uncles will misunderstand," An Jinpeng said hurriedly.

The Eagle and the bodyguards had no idea what had happened to make their young master rush back to the country from the safety of the forest.