Volume 1, Chapter 46: Another Nemesis

Passing by the first-floor reception desk, Su Wanyue deliberately glanced over.

She noticed that the lucky draw box from last time was gone, and the fraudulent jewelry store had also shut its doors.

The corners of her mouth ticked up slightly into a satisfied smile, and she thought to herself that it seemed Li Kangkai moved quite fast.

The conversation stalled right there; after all, this concerned Xiang Mengmeng's lifelong happiness, and she couldn't reasonably ask someone to sacrifice their own happiness just for the sake of a job.

I looked at that pot and, pondering her words more carefully, instantly understood what she meant. The person who drugged it was indeed impossible to be Brother Sha.

"Since that is the case, milady is not permitted to use poison. We are merely sparring in martial arts, and if you use poison, you lose," Cang Miao said coldly. Zhong Qing found herself in a difficult predicament. With her clumsy, amateur kung fu, Cang Miao could probably flatten her with a single slap, yet if she didn't agree, there would be no turning the tables.

Qiu Shaoze absolutely could not afford to lose this battle. He needed to clear away all these stumbling, aged fellows once and for all so they wouldn't delay his grand enterprise. Moreover, Qiu Shaoze and Jia Hexuan had already split up to act independently, each with their own tasks and targets.

Seeing Shen Zhishuang with her eyes full of tears, Qiu Shaoze panicked, utterly clueless about what had just happened.

After fooling around with the woodpecker for a while, Lin Yun sat down to concentrate on absorbing power. Although the woodpecker looked nonchalant and flippant, Lin Yun knew that entrusting matters to him was still quite reassuring.

Upon inquiring, everyone couldn't help bursting into laughter. It turned out that while completing his mission, this fellow had actually run into that exceptionally tough and sturdy cultivator they had previously encountered inside the cave.

"Why do you keep checking the time?" As Erya was recounting the story to me, I noticed her raising her hand to look at her watch multiple times, and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

The atmosphere froze instantly. One could even hear the faint crackling of charcoal on the barbecue grill, alongside the smacking sounds of the burly men's steel pipes making contact with their palms.

In Beitong City of her previous life, it wasn't until a decade later that the number of cinemas began to gradually increase and moviegoers grew in number, which was also when Zhou Fangyuan started stepping into movie theaters.

Even the Palace, looking at the pitch-black darkness before it, felt a chill; she hadn't expected the Dream Demons to have penetrated so deeply into the Spiritual Realm.

Actually, Big Brother Ma had entertained similar thoughts before, but his ideas were never quite mature enough. He had recently been pondering how to sort and organize his thoughts, and now Zhou Fangyuan had directly refined them for him, saving him a great deal of trouble.

Therefore, on one hand, everyone subconsciously regarded Uesugi Yan as a bad person and had no intention of interacting with him much; on the other hand, they were also afraid of causing a misunderstanding when Hanyu returned.

In an instant, countless pure white feathers transformed into sword-feathers, pinning the ancient Al-Miya King beneath his feet firmly to the ground. Wisps of black smoke gradually dissolved, but even so, the opponent's expression remained unchanged, completely devoid of any fear or terror.

Fang Pan followed along beside Luo Huo's group, occasionally chiming in to teach them how to wield their blades for better results.

However, when she instinctively raised her head, an ox head smeared in a riot of berry colors was staring right at her. Its two yellow bovine eyes appeared extremely stagnant and indifferent, especially as it had already risen to its feet, scraping its front hooves against the grass and exuding a gloomy aura.

Once they knocked down the evil dragon and toppled the Pope, and after Emeric established the Upper and Lower Houses, they could just have the old lord dispatch some men to set up a tent in Ishgard's slum district, the Foundation, and cook a few pots of fried rice to distribute for a few days. Then, Count Fortemps could host a Doma-themed banquet, and their reputation would instantly soar.

The villain was dead, collapsed right before her eyes. Even knowing he was a bad person, Alice still felt a stifling and nauseous sensation lodged in her chest.