Volume One, Chapter 33: Feasting for Free Without Acknowledging Kinship

“Lin Ranyan, what do you mean by this?” Xia Zhiyuan shouted angrily, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“Very well, Yazhen, I would like to invite you to be the spokesperson for my pharmaceutical company,” Duan Ke, sitting on the sofa opposite Lin Yazhen, looked at her earnestly.

Just as she was about to instruct Meilin to help look after the two for a while, Gran walked in with Steve and Avis.

Everyone looked at her, seeing that she was hopeless, and couldn’t help but shake their heads. Truly she was like Liu Adou, who could not be helped, so what could they expect from a fool like her?

The Tree of Life existed only within the Elven Forest, and the elves regarded it as the source of their existence, never allowing anyone to cut it down. Thus, even though it was well known that a magic wand significantly enhanced a wizard’s ability to cast spells, few magicians could actually possess one.

When Mu Han stepped out of the car, he realized that the passersby all around had already turned their gazes toward them.

After Bu Jingyun plunged two divine weapons into the body of the dragon, the dragon suffered a fatal wound—after all, it struck the dragon’s weakness.

Zihan removed the silver needles from the Emperor, slowly administering ordinary acupuncture. After a while, the Emperor trembled slightly, spat out a mouthful of foul blood, and then fell back into sleep. Zihan took the needles from the old physician, helped the Emperor lie down properly, and covered him with a blanket.

“Damn it.” Gabby could see there was no way to survive; though his strength was immense, his defense relied on the earth. Having been struck from afar, survival was impossible.

“What’s all that commotion outside?” Gong Qingyan arched her brow with a regal air, likely born of royal blood.

Since it was clear that Jin Yi was unaffected by charm magic, Mingyue argued briefly to avoid suspicion. Once the desired effect was achieved, she saw no reason to complicate matters further and proceeded as Xue Pan requested.

The man wore a golden Taoist robe embroidered with mountains and rivers, exuding compassion and an aura of transcendence, his face kind and benevolent—he was Guang Chengzi’s benevolent avatar, now having reached the mid-stage of quasi-sainthood.

Tang Chengfeng had no idea what Victor was thinking at that moment. He paused slightly, then spoke in a calm tone.

Zhao Mengxi remembered the battle she had witnessed outside the school that morning; she was still amazed—a domesticated cat, yet so formidable, it was truly incredible.

He went up to the second floor and into his room, took off his shirt and trousers, then opened the wardrobe—inside, there was a neat row of white shirts and a neat row of black pants.

Once these three key objects converged, a wondrous transformation began. A tremendous energy arose out of nowhere, transcending everything, and finally surged toward Guang Chengzi.

Zhan Qiankun, Luo Nianshang, Ji Wuying, Li Zehao, Yin Xiudao, Shi Wangxin—one after another, their bodies shone brilliantly atop the towering Sea Tranquility Pagoda as they engaged in the fiercest battle.

Oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar—ordinary seasonings for regular people—how could such things possibly appear in Abao’s kitchen?

Her usual duties amounted to patrolling and investigating; if there was a major operation, she could only handle logistics, leaving the frontline work to her male colleagues.

After finishing his noodles, Zuo Yang closed his eyes in pure enjoyment, unable to resist letting out a moan.

At the same time, not a trace of hatred could be shown—she absolutely could not make a move openly, or she would surely suffer the crushing force of the Dao Ancestor’s law.