Volume One, Chapter 31: Li Yang's Gambit

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Time slipped away silently, and without knowing how much time had passed, Wei Yan kept his eyes fixed on the Fire Spirit’s body.
She waited for a long time, but Li Haonan’s hand never descended. Opening her eyes, she saw him walking leisurely to the large bed, shedding his bathrobe, and lying down to sleep as comfortably as if he owned the place.
Then, with a single step, he soared dozens of feet into the air, landing on the iron chains above and thrusting his sword at Bu Jingyun.
She had only ever heard of people stealing money; this was the first time she learned that some people would actually force money onto others. It was absolutely insane.
“Five-Colored Storm!” Liu Hao shouted softly. The storm emerged, sweeping across the stars and engulfing the entire firmament.
Anya, familiar with the area, led Gu Xiaobei out of the hospital gates and into a quiet café. There were few customers, and the air was filled with a bitter, fragrant aroma.
“Fine, I’ll take you out to play today, and while we’re at it, you can see just how fierce the most vicious assassin in the Imperial Capital truly is,” Liu Hao said, pinching Leone’s nose.
However, he figured she was just curious and wanted to buy a stone to cut open like a watermelon for fun. It was only a few thousand, so Ma Xingyao didn't care; as long as she was happy, he could afford to lose even if she went to Myanmar for a high-stakes gamble.
The man just now was too arrogant, thinking he could walk out empty-handed, and that was why he died.
“Your Excellency Hett, you have a good relationship with the Angel race. This mission is entrusted to you. I will stay behind to prepare for the defense against the Dark God Realm!” the Radiant Main God, Glory, commanded in an unquestionable tone.
Su Suisui gently raised her hand, wanting to stroke Su An’an’s hair, but Su An’an deftly dodged the touch.
They were experts in determining where the ground was stable and unlikely to collapse, and they were needed to map out the path for digging forward.
Ye Beike swallowed hard; if the buck-toothed man knew the truth, he would probably be scared senseless on the spot.

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Arriving at the island, under Selena’s guidance, Eros and the others successfully retrieved the sailboat and placed it into the water.
“You get so happy every time your points arrive,” Fu Boting said, looking at Ye Beike’s beaming face.
Chen Lan smiled as he took the rune stone; Chen Feng hadn’t lied to him, this was truly a great treasure.
“This is Captain Jiang of our Flying Snow Battalion, and she is also the subordinate most valued by Princess Flying Snow!” Yu Linglong introduced Jiang Ying to Dai Yu with great pride.
The various forces converged upon the spinal column—the great dragon. Li Yuan’s powerful spiritual energy could feel it all deeply.
“I’m rich!” Hearing the notification sound from his phone, Ye Beike’s eyes lit up instantly.
Ye Beike wasn’t just agreeing with Fu Boting; during the electrocution, he had truly seen Fu Yi’an, and he identified with the words Fu Yi’an had spoken from the bottom of his heart.
A warm, gentle sensation suddenly spread throughout his body. His cold hand was gripped by Jiang Zhuofang, and he heard a magnetic chuckle.
“No, no, we got engaged last week. We tried calling you then, but couldn't get through; it kept saying you were out of service area. We tried a few more times later, and it was the same. I only found out you were on a desert island after I called Xun’er. We just forgot to tell you,” Zhou Shui Su explained hurriedly.
“Be obedient. I am your senior brother, and now that I am by your side, I won't let you suffer.” Bai Shu’s expression was stern, yet his voice was filled with tenderness.
As if the harsh words weren't enough, Jiang Zhuofang wore a wicked smirk. No matter how Long Chenguang looked at it, he seemed completely punchable, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth in frustration.
Seeing Sun Gong’s anxious, desperate, and panicked demeanor, Xiao Du—whose cultivation aura of the Sea Opening Realm was surging as he prepared to strike—couldn't help but pause. He cast a cold, sharp glance at the man who was so desperate he was almost ready to swear a Daoist oath, feeling a slight tremor in his heart.
Xie Mu was drenched in cold sweat, blood dripping continuously from his severed arms. He sighed and said helplessly, “Fine, I admit it. I can't hold on any longer. I concede this match. Elder Meng, you are truly Elder Meng. You are formidable; I give in.”

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The two, one a sword cultivator and the other a practitioner of the Daoist arts, fought to a draw in their sword duel. The surrounding sword disciples couldn't tell who had gained the upper hand or who had fallen behind.
If Peterson hadn't sent them over from the Qilu demon, that creature would likely have been turned into a puddle of minced meat by now! Even if such an abyss creature was incredibly tough, it wouldn't end well with two high-yield bombs shoved into its stomach.
“People” outside heard the noise and rushed over; after all, every pig was a valuable asset, especially now with pork prices soaring. To them, the entire pigpen was a goose that laid golden eggs.
Feng Feng scanned the room, seeing that everything needed for making pastries was prepared: flour, sugar, osmanthus, roses—anything that might be needed was placed neatly and properly.
Opening the door, Principal Luo didn't let Zhang Xinsheng in, apologizing as she asked him to wait at the entrance. She had to make a phone call inside, as some things were not convenient to discuss.
“Really?” Ye Junlin jumped up in joy, and a flicker of hope appeared in Gu Xiyan’s eyes as well.
“When?” Mu Yang wasn't surprised that he brought it up now, as Gu Qianyi had previously discussed holding a makeup banquet with her.
The white ape let out a roar, pounding its chest desperately, as if expressing its anger toward Ye Junlin and the White Wolf King.
The sea breeze blew gently. Chen Cao stood motionless, as if he had put the previous scene behind him and entered a state of void. By the firelight, Li Ruoran watched Chen Cao, looking somewhat entranced.
Looking at the nerve-agent dealer lying on the bed, Jin Lu was filled with uncontrollable rage but had no way to act upon it.