Chapter 35: Simply Put... (With Gratitude for Yubai Bai’s Generous Tip and Extra Chapter)

"You have only one hour."

If it weren't for his cousin's repeated insistence that he keep a tight rein on this girl, he would have found it far too tedious to be constantly driven to chest-clutching frustration by her.

Li Kunshan thought to himself that even his own mischievous, troublemaking son was a hundred times better than this ungrateful girl, Weian.

Never mind, as she herself had said, she simply wasn't cut out for this. As long as she worked honestly from now on, he would stop meddling in her affairs.

Weian looked back with every few steps she took.

After all, they were Chinese, and hearing this Park Tai-meng claim that Chinese martial arts were merely offshoots of Taekwondo naturally left them feeling quite unsettled.

"This... I'm not entirely sure, but the time shouldn't be too short, though it won't be too long either," Yu Wenxin said, tilting her head in thought.

If the bench had put up as much of a fight against the Dream Team in the last game, perhaps they could have pulled off a win.

Civet cats are ferocious by nature, with sharp claws and teeth. While one might not pose much of a threat, thousands of them rushing forward relentlessly in a suicidal wave would be impossible for even ten men to hold back.

Having been there once before, Ye Xuan naturally remembered the way and navigated to Tong Zhanying’s noodle shop with practiced ease.

Despite losing the first round, he showed no signs of dejection or indignation. Instead, he applauded his opponent’s brilliant performance; it was clear he wasn't surrendering or putting on a show, but simply found the display so magnificent that his applause came naturally.

Since she isn't here, why am I still hanging around? As long as I come to pick up Bai Muxue after school and return in three days as agreed with Wang Mo, there isn't anything left for me to do, is there?

The cause of death was clear: the oxygen mask had been disconnected, and the murderer was Klot, who had no chance of winning otherwise.

Yi Gang was startled, and ignoring the pain in his body, he struggled to rise to help Mingchuan intercept those thugs.

Seeing this, the four Nascent Soul cultivators—Han Xun'er, Han Chengyun, Han Tianwei, and Gongsun Lu'e—decidedly charged out of the defensive barrier to hunt down the transforming demon kings who were attempting to flee.

There was no other reason: the Blue Sea Sect had tens of thousands of disciples, and there was always an insatiable demand for pills to refine their cultivation. Thus, alchemists in the sect were always held in higher esteem than others.

Last time she had come here to eat with Su Yunwan, she hadn't dared to order any signature dishes, and even the regular items were the cheapest ones on the menu.

At this moment, Bai Ningyue was the first to open her eyes. Although her cultivation had not broken through, her understanding of alchemy had reached a new level.

A man of over 1.8 meters with such sturdy muscles—yet to be described by Mingchuan as "frail and weak."

"What’s wrong with that? This is just the beginning. Once you give birth to the child, Grandfather will have even more precious gifts for you, right, Grandfather?" Shen Jingzhou asked Old Master Shen with a smile.

They actually knelt before this monk? Even a founder of the Divine Sect like Senior Mo had to kneel—what exactly was his background?

The three of them followed Ren Xiaolan to a new patient room. The space was much cleaner and tidier, and the foul odor was no longer present.

Or perhaps, even if they had no malicious intent, if they were loose-lipped and let it slip that she had money, it was inevitable that the wrong person might hear it.

"Are you alright? You weren't hurt, were you?" A-Niu walked over and asked with concern. Teasing was one thing, but if anything were to happen to Liu Bi, A-Niu would certainly risk his life to protect her.

Xia Su said nothing, only continuing to pummel the man before him. Despite the man’s desperate screams, Xia Su did not pause his assault for even a second.

This person’s manner was more subtle than the previous two, yet Shui Han felt a chill. He knew perfectly well that Shui Han and his group hadn't come for some "mission," yet he felt the need to needle them first. It was truly a case of insulting someone without using a single profanity, and just watching him made Shui Han feel a sense of revulsion.

When they arrived before the white mist, a few more figures appeared beside it, radiating the same powerful aura as the old man from before. Seeing the old man arrive, they all moved into action. The old man in red smiled slightly and charged into the fray as well.