Volume 1, Chapter 42: Shen Qingzhu’s Perfume Disaster

"This is my special envoy token for the Demon Cloud. To see the token is to see me. Keep it with you for now; with it, you should face no difficulties or obstacles within the Demon Cloud Sect." After saying this, Demon Cloud tossed the token directly to Yuhuang.

"Yes, Mr. Morgan, I know I was wrong," Jamal said, bravely admitting his mistake and apologizing.

If only he had moved past it sooner, if only he had returned earlier, perhaps he could have eased this situation. The children were grown now and sensible. If Jiang and Zhouzhou thought Lin Jing-sheng didn't like them, and they didn't like Lin Jing-sheng back, what would happen then?

Suddenly, the Star Illusion Fire in Xiao Yi's hand let out a dragon's roar, transforming into a flaming dragon.

After no longer sensing the presence of those three, Jiang Wei breathed a silent sigh of relief. With a wave of his hand, he retracted the Emperor's Seal back into his body.

"There is no need for you to overthink things; I know what you are all wondering. Rest assured, someone will come to give you instructions shortly, and there is a dedicated person to handle the payment," Yi Tian replied.

The flames coalesced into a massive, hideous demonic hand. The raging Amaterasu fire hissed and crackled, tearing through the middle-aged emperor's protective aura. The moment it grasped him, both his protection and his physical body began to burn. The emperor wailed incessantly, but he could not escape the harvest of the flames and was reduced to ashes.

However, a mere few hundred billion years of lifespan was clearly far inferior to that of the various Celestial Emperors and the Twelve Ancestral Immortals.

Peggy Veda did not understand why Li Yun had saved her when he took the Samehada blade, nor did she understand why Li Yun seemed indifferent to the news of her capture. In her mind, if she were in Li Yun's position and learned he had been captured, she would have rescued him immediately.

While everyone was shocked by these two peerless geniuses, they also discovered many similarities between them.

At night, the tropical rainforest was far livelier than during the day. Although he could not see his surroundings, the beastly howls echoing from the woods from time to time proved that many creatures were active nearby.

Back at the restaurant, the representatives of the two countries were downcast. Abbas, whose face was already dark, looked even darker—one might mistake him for a man from Africa. When the Russian, Lovsky, saw old Li walk into the room with a gloomy expression, his heart seemed to shatter in two; his body slumped into his chair, and his eyes welled with tears.

"Physique?" Zhuang Lan smiled slightly, which meant he was quite confident in this particular talent of his.

Lena could never have imagined that such a dangerous situation would eventually evolve into something beneficial.

The communication channel established on the quantum matrix transmitted the data to the other two units without any obstruction.

As captain, Beckham was undoubtedly qualified; he knew very well that Joe Hart needed to pull himself together, which was why he acted as he did.

Therefore, they had set their sights on Zhang Pingze—or more precisely, on the Spear of Odin.

"Could it be that he had already predicted the outcome?" A preposterous thought surfaced in Leibao's mind.

"The monarch of the Xianqiong tribe who was annihilated by the Langya royal family during the War of Purging Chaos—Xian Longduo?!" Su Mei blurted out.

The breakfast was sumptuous and fragrant, and Yuan Xi squinted in contentment as she ate, marveling at the benefits of this kind of life.

Huang Long didn't react at first, but seeing Zhao Ming's constant signaling, he hurriedly knelt halfway and kowtowed several times.

He had to make her get out of the car; otherwise, he was afraid he would be unable to control the surging rage within his body.

Qin Fangyun looked her son up and down, finding him perfect in every way. A stylist! He should be a stylist! She had only learned of the profession "stylist" when Xie Yun mentioned it.

The moment Lu Yun finished speaking, Bai Jiushuang filtered out everything else, her mind filled only with those few words floating about.

Because she remembered her words, Song Yu's attitude toward Xu Yuwan became increasingly cold, treating her almost like a stranger.

Leaning against the cushion, she pulled her legs in and curled up, clutching the box on her knees with both hands.

"That's true. Such precious pills must not be wasted. If they were sold, they would likely be worth a fortune," Fu Tian pondered, propping up his chin.

The only place open in the alley was Fangfang Rice Noodle Shop, so the tenants who hadn't returned home for the New Year all ran to Qin Fangyun's place to eat. During the holiday, Qin Fangyun also added cold dishes, braised food, beer, and drinks to the menu.

Having said that, Ying Zheng stared at Artanis, his expression suggesting that if he did not provide a reasonable explanation, things would not end well today.

Except for the third day when the cat meowed, it remained silent for the rest of the time. Fortunately, Qin Kong was not a man of many words, either. They had a good rapport.

Zhang Yi was limited to the music scene, but Zhang Fan's influence spanned the entire entertainment industry: actors, singers, directors, screenwriters, Weibo celebrities, and so on.

Zhang Fan spoke loudly. Hearing his words, the people outside were stunned, and then several staff members immediately rushed in.

"There is one more thing to do?" The Prime Minister of the country standing before him nearly tripped and fell, thinking to himself: What you have done today is already shocking enough! You have already harmed our country severely; what else could you possibly want to do?

Luo Jie showed Li Xiuyuan her phone, displaying a WeChat message she had just received. It was a photo of a ticket. Based on the information on the ticket, Zhou Tong would arrive in Liangjun City first thing tomorrow morning.

Zhang Fan had become a topic of conversation, and this topic translated into attention. Since they couldn't find Zhang Fan in reality, they could only watch "Music Star."

"You don't understand my commander," Gad said. "Aside from his insistence on holding subordinates accountable for their mistakes, he has some other traits."

The reason was simple: he was cool. There was only one word to describe watching Zhang Fan compete: cool—cool beyond measure. Watching him crush others with such ease was just too cool.

However, there was no regret medicine in this world; even if they regretted it, it was too late. This could not be blamed on them, as in their understanding, how could one possibly skip military training?

In particular, the question of how strong the Japanese army really was during the War of Resistance sparked heated debate online, and many netizens began digging up data to discuss it.

Seeing the few people trying to leave below, Qin Jingyuan immediately abandoned Zhang Yunfei and charged toward Tian Rulong.

Her mind was filled with an indescribable chaos, to the point where she could not even see the person before her clearly.