Volume 1, Chapter 35: I Was Just Curious, Wasn't I?

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At this moment, Lu Shaoqi looked at Shen Mengyao’s delicate, jade-like face at such close range—her long eyelashes and eyes as deep as the ocean and bright as the stars—and caught the scent of her body, which was as elegant as jasmine. He felt that simply being by her side was a true blessing.

“Wouldn’t it be safer if we just sat inside the blood golem?” Necromancers often used clay golems as meat shields or mounts; surely these blood golems served the same purpose.

“Of course it is a matter of great importance. I heard your daughter has gone missing? You know who did it, yet you are unable to take action?” Ouyang Zhen asked.

“You blockhead!” Mu Tian let out a miserable cry, his entire body trembling. It was all over now; another piece of his family’s antique collection was gone.

Although the Elder Madame had long since made up her mind and prepared herself, when Madame Zheng raised the matter directly to her face, she was still so overcome with shame for failing to raise her daughter well that she could not speak, merely nodding to show she understood.

When he was idle, Li Yihang often thought of Chen Juan. He wondered if she was dead or alive, and every time, an irrepressible urge to search for her would arise. Yet, upon reflection, he realized that every time he saw her, he brought her disaster and misfortune. If Juan’er were still alive, she would surely want him not to look for her again.

“I’ll fight you damned monsters to the death!” The warrior adventurer gripped his long sword, braced his shield, and charged out.

Before the giant tiger, mutated from the ferocious beast, could reach Huang Yuan, it saw him swing a massive fist and strike the beast with a violent blow.

Miles away, Song Mingting shivered. The Blood God Demon Lord was the Sect Leader of the Blood Shadow Sect. For him to appear at the gathering of the Six Demonic Sects—did one even need to ask what the purpose of this meeting was?

The night passed without incident. Huang Yuan had intended to stay awake all night to watch over Feng Li, but today’s battle had exhausted him, and he had sustained injuries himself. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, and he had a wonderful dream in which Feng Li was once again holding his hand and placing it against her chest.

When he reappeared, he was already before the groups of people ahead. Looking at the two figures in the air and the others behind them channeling spiritual energy, he understood everything in an instant.

“The next Prodigy Tournament is in three months. Are you planning to climb the rankings, sir?” Zhou Shan’s eyes darted as he asked softly.

Chong Xu stepped out from the shadows of the wall, secretly relieved that everyone was preoccupied with their own affairs and no one noticed him. He then strode forward and rushed into the supermarket entrance.

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Bai Shan was in a fit of rage, and Bai Jin did not want to provoke him. Even the Luo family had not emerged, so she turned around, intending to return to her own room.

Li Beitang’s expression softened. He had originally thought Brother Ye had lost his memory due to an accident, but it turned out this was a trial designed to temper his character.

Lin Ran felt a bit embarrassed at this moment. Thinking of how she had just cried without regard for her image, she didn't know how to face Huo Chengyan now.

“Grandfather, we have things to attend to, so we’ll take our leave. Let’s eat together another day.” Huo Chengyan pulled Lin Ran along and prepared to leave.

From the day they registered their marriage until today, only a few months had passed—not even a year. It was Leng Yifan who had held her up to the heavens, and it was he who had personally cast her into hell.

It was just unclear why the succubus’s comprehensive abilities seemed to be limited by some force. Her spirit and energy were not connected, as if she were a bucket with a missing stave, which left her in a weak state during actual combat, leading to her defeat at his hands.

As the ferocious beast rampaged, it was struck by lightning several times, likely due to a rejection by the natural order of the heavens, yet its constitution remained unaffected.

Who knew that ghosts would be eliminated by the rules of the universe? Who knew that Sister Xinqi was destined to die?

Meanwhile, those villagers who had mocked Gu Xingyuan or kicked him while he was down in the past began to feel afraid, terrified that Gu Xingyuan still held a grudge and was waiting for the next opportunity to settle the score with them.

Shen Mubai could no longer hold back; her eyes grew moist, and she clung tightly to his neck, stifling her quiet sobs.

Since they had stopped, they might as well stay put. Following Jing Yun’s instructions, everyone brought out their dinner.

Ye Shuli wrapped his arms around Rong Xi’s waist. In this position, it looked as though he were shielding her while leaning down to speak to her.

She had come out under the pretext of supporting Linyu City, but her main goal was to see if Zhong Xingyue was alright. Now that she knew she was safe, she felt at ease.

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Screenwriting is a pyramid industry, and she was the type at the bottom being stepped on, but she couldn't bring herself to give up her dream.

The Emperor’s words left Song Liang with no room for argument. As a prince, what crime was there in Chu Tiankuo entering the palace to visit the Emperor?

Her mind was already growing increasingly hazy, and now she felt drowsy, unable to help but close her eyes.

Although Fu Yan felt a tiny bit of sympathy for Rong Duo’er, compared to her sister-in-law, that sympathy was negligible.

Once all three of them had charged out of the vehicle, Lin Muyu finally let out a sigh of relief. Humans simply couldn't fight against so many steel warriors. Remaining in the car would have left their survival hopeless; they would undoubtedly have been crushed into meat paste.

“That’s their own fault for courting death, trying to carve out their own kingdoms.” Although Han Chuan was annoyed that this person had dragged him into this, he didn't say anything.

“That would be wonderful! When?” If he could discuss things with a professional, he should be able to gain a great deal.

She calmed her expression and stopped speaking. He reached out, took a black trench coat, and draped it over her shoulders, which set off her snow-white skin and bright eyes. She gently removed the hairpin holding her hair, letting her soft, raven locks cascade down to her waist. She closed her watery eyes and lay back against the pure white to rest.

The Immortal King was at the height of his arrogance and could not tolerate Feng Que’s mockery. Consumed by anger and shame, he roared and struck out with a fist into the void. As his fist swung forward, a faint, glowing projection of a fist surged outward, growing to over half the height of a person by the time it reached Feng Que.

Looking at these people, Su Fan thought to himself. Although he had come to find the Zhuge family and wanted to have a proper conversation, that did not mean he had to be friendly or compliant with them.

Of course, this name might still be unfamiliar, but another name is certainly well-known to many: arsenic.