Volume 1, Chapter 30: Captain Li Chen Is Also a Picky Eater
Mu Chen-dong asked Zhao Nuanyang to accompany Luo Yichen, and even when they arrived at the concert venue, he insisted that Zhao Nuanyang remain on stage as a guest.
After a successful act of deception, the furious Azure Fire Dragon attempted a second diving strike, only to be soundly taught a lesson by Gida’s flash bomb.
The heavens and earth remained in flux, and the myriad ages refused to settle. At that moment, a sound seemed to resonate within the ancient cave—a sound so grandiose that it felt as if all the gods and demons of the heavens were chanting scriptures. Guided by this chant, Zi Han’s heavy consciousness seemed to be awakened once more.
The Sovereign Lord of Dragons, he was like a divine dragon soaring through the nine heavens, high above and beyond reach.
Although the majority of the force was absorbed by his armor, the mere remainder that struck him was enough to leave him severely wounded in an instant.
The Howling Celestial Dog was a restless creature; it would bite whoever dared to oppose it, ignoring all reason—it simply bit first and asked questions later.
As soon as he stepped through the door, a blinding light pierced his vision. The Black Mountain Demon instinctively raised his hands to shield his eyes, followed immediately by the clash of weapons.
Inside the storage ring, the Martial Breaking Pills vanished one by one, all swallowed by Tang Yu. Yet, even so, it was still impossible to mend the indelible wounds within his body.
Just as A-Lei tried to say something more, Ling Xue’er stepped forward. With a flick of her wrist, silver sword energy rippled and expanded. An invisible force surged beside her, pushing A-Lei and the disciples behind him aside entirely.
Even in Yuanchun’s view, the reason Jia Qing insisted on the imperial marriage decree was for her sake. After all, if Jia Qing were to offer a million piculs of grain without asking for anything in return, it would easily make Emperor Zhengqing suspicious of his motives, and the move might even prove counterproductive.
The blonde man who had been knocked to the road was clearly not seriously injured beyond some superficial abrasions. After struggling to rise from the ground, he burst into uncontrollable, wailing sobs, crouching beside his shoulder bag as if he could not contain his grief.
"Young Master Li, please return first; I will stay behind to discuss tomorrow's plan with these two friends," Liu Mofeng said.
The move had been launched and the power unleashed; even though the youth in white suddenly felt something was amiss, it was too late to change tactics. He could only exert more force, striking许留山 (Xu Liushan) with the same move as before.
Yet, even so, Kong Yu was not prepared to betray her feelings for Xing Yu. Her affection for him was no less than that of Lei Xiu for Ai Lin or Ye Lan for Lin Yin. If she were to betray Xing Yu like this, she would never be able to forgive herself.
From the days he walked around bare-bottomed to his current status of immense wealth, Liang Weifa had never been reprimanded like this. Furthermore, he couldn't even bring himself to resist, leaving him flushed and red-eared, looking like a monkey’s backside.
If he drank, the matter would pass immediately; if he didn't, the conflict would likely drag on, and in the end, he would end up drinking anyway—otherwise, the atmosphere would become unbearably awkward.
That night, Manor Head Zhu, Fan Zhao, and Li Ao drank until they were dead drunk. The He Garden was brilliantly lit, seemingly intoxicated by the lights of Yangzhou City.
Liang Weidong raved and ranted for a long time before collapsing into a corner, where he eventually drifted into a hazy sleep.
The Nine-Heaven Maiden, who had yet to depart, smiled as she approached me and whispered, "Here, everyone who commits a mistake is treated the same, you and your mortal flesh included." With that, she turned and vanished.
These two ginseng roots weighed nearly half a jin. Their bodies were a dazzling, golden yellow, with plump, spindle-shaped roots and forks that resembled a human head, hands, feet, and limbs. They were truly captivating, making it impossible for one to put them down.
She breathed rapidly as Shi Sitian’s hand wandered restlessly downward, touching her thigh.
She had always assumed he was just too cold because he had taken too many drugs that day; she never expected he would be so obsessed with possessing Shen Zhiqin.
He knew he could not leave, and he would not. If Liu Mo truly lost control of his rage and beheaded Watanabe Sei, the base would fall into chaos, and the Mist Beasts would seize the opportunity to scale the walls—the lives and hopes of everyone in the base would be extinguished, leaving nothing behind.
He looked at Alchimia in silence. The bright daylight filtered through the hair on his forehead and fell upon his eyes, where light, shadow, and a whirlwind of emotions surged, rising and falling like the tides.
He had some understanding of Li Ziyi's strength, but it was only a superficial understanding. Last time, Li Ziyi had merely been playing with him—yes, just playing. This was what Brother Hai thought to himself.
In front of the reporters, she said nothing, instead hiding the side of the trophy that had been engraved, afraid to let anyone see it.
To use an analogy, it is very difficult for an ordinary merchant to oppose the government. In the face of power, money is meaningless.
The dragon’s massive body obscured the moonlight, casting a dark shadow over the ground. Those flapping wings were the very culprit that had extinguished all the campfires. It lowered its head to gaze down at the people in the garden, its dark green dragon eyes narrowing slightly, as if it were contemplating something.
"Yes, there would be no Ye Yang today without me. I must take primary responsibility," Qin Yunhai never considered shirking it.
"Your Highness, wasn't it you who ordered Hongyu to do this?" Hongyu raised a hand to cover her swollen cheek, clearly not expecting Su Qingwan to turn the tables on her.