Chapter 40: The Dance Duel May Be Delayed, But It Will Never Be Absent

[Although, really, do we have to? I mean, it's still a competition.]
[Must you confront him like this? Is it really necessary? It doesn’t seem quite right.]
[You little rascal, mind your words.]
Gu Xiaomo made a gesture just as Cui Meiying was about to speak, but Duan Mucheng spoke to Gu Xiaomo first,
“Thank you.”
Gu Xiaomo had nearly burst into tears before, but now she could hardly suppress her laughter. Her hands were busy too—making gestures a moment ago, now waving at Cui Meiying to keep her from speaking.
“He’s definitely hiding something. We need to draw him away.” The strange rigidity in the green-fingered corpse had caught my attention, and it seemed he was desperate to keep us from discovering the secret behind him.
Su Wannian took the dry cloth, feeling its texture. As expected from Swordman Manor, even the cloth used to dry hair was exceptionally soft.
“Whether or not we’ll find out soon enough. For now, if there’s anything you need me to do, tell me quickly—should we retreat or destroy this place? Liunan Tian will be back soon,” I said, checking the time.
The Great Realm of Spirit Communication is also divided into three stages. The first is called ‘Seizing Life’—after a martial artist completes their own Profound Nether Road and survives the four tribulations of wind, fire, thunder, and inner demons, they can seize life from the heavens and live up to three hundred years.
Chen Luo frowned. Although their strongest was only at the peak of Qi Refinement and posed no real threat to him, killing them would still take some effort.

Suddenly opening his eyes, he realized his hand was tightly gripped by Hua Xiang, and his whole body was enveloped in a protective membrane the color of flame.
Having said that, he strode up to Xu Fang, a dangerous glint in his eyes, reaching out toward her chest.
Yet, no matter what was said, there wasn’t the slightest reply from within—not even a hint of a reaction.
Upon entering, An Ge was struck by the scene before her. It wasn’t an ordinary private room inside, but a recreation of verdant nature.
She lifted her head, looking around, then quickly forced her gaze downward, reminding herself that her father was far away in Tianling Town—there was no way he’d appear here. It must be the evil atmosphere of this place confusing her senses.
Wei Zhuang didn’t return Chi Lian to the plastic surgery department’s office but half-dragged, half-carried her into his own office instead.
He resolved that once the semester began, he’d help her find a storefront and a place to live. Perhaps she was still unfamiliar with the city; when people leave their comfort zones, it’s natural to feel fear toward the unknown—this, he understood well.
Pathology and pharmacology in Chinese medicine are largely conjecture—science offers no data to substantiate them.
Of course, if one doesn’t mind the trouble, it’s possible to bypass her three hundred mu of village land—it would just be harder on the designer.
With a furious roar, the Bull Demon broke his chains, fixing his bloodshot eyes on Rakshasa, fists and feet ready, prepared to fight to the death.
Before his death, Xu Gou begged His Majesty to grant his title of County Earl to his son, Xu Xu, so the title could be inherited.

“That’s not it. She said she measured at home just before coming. How could that be false?” Gui Cui asked, puzzled.
“Yes. Zhang Jiao has been holed up in Guangzong City, refusing to come out. General Lu intends to besiege the rebels until their supplies are cut off and victory is assured.” On such a serious matter as subduing the rebels, even if Zong Yuan was reluctant to speak to Dong Zhuo, he could only report honestly.
“You’re scared of this thing? Really?” At some point, Wei Zhuang appeared behind her, still in his bungee gear, startling Chi Lian so much she slipped right off her chair.
Ye Hongtao’s death left her at a complete loss. No matter how disappointing a father he had been, he was her lifelong support. Now that he was gone, what was she supposed to do?
“As expected.” Chu Qing glanced at the two figures on the computer screen, the corners of his mouth curling up. Honestly, he’d believed from the start that the purple-robed character in the game was really Su Jiangzi.
Ji Weiwei’s face darkened from being pressed, but knowing nothing she said would help, she resigned herself and got into the car.
If that was all, Saber might have been able to dodge, but in reality, the stone pillar’s attack was only part of the real killing move. Underneath the pillar, gravity suddenly multiplied dozens of times, and with that force, even Saber was rendered completely immobile.