Volume 1, Chapter 30: Seafood Allergy

He remained an incredibly arrogant man, bold enough to utter shocking and outrageous statements at press conferences that no one else dared to voice.

Long Yi did not say much. In an instant, a powerful aura erupted from him, reminiscent of an ancient true dragon. He leaped up, moving like a lightning bolt striking from the heavens, far too fast for the naked eye to track.

Li An thought to himself that the man had snapped their arms clean off; it was not merely a dislocation.

The man in black lowered his eyelids, muttering to himself in suspicion, wondering if Ku Zhu had met with some misfortune, for why else would he have left things for him to take?

This proved that his method of concealment was effective, though it did not rule out the possibility that she simply had not thought in that direction. He lingered for two more days and met with Madam Song several times, but finding no changes in her behavior, he gradually felt at ease.

"Oh my, no, no—if you pay for the tea, you won't have enough left for the tofu," Boss Pang said, and everyone in the room burst into laughter in unison.

Therefore, as long as my two sons defect to this side, the Bright Lion family will effectively belong to the Tower of China.

Because the number of attendees was so high, the main venue was moved to the outdoor space behind the hotel, where a beautiful podium was constructed directly on the lawn.

He climbed another eight meters. The white mist was just below his feet, and the chill grew more intense, leaving him with almost no strength left in his limbs.

Just then, he saw the stone stools used for practicing the "Embracing the Moon" stance under the tree. A thought stirred in his mind: why not use these as the stone bases?

Xue Lili understood Mu Qingsu’s concerns, and she felt a bit unsettled herself. Truth be told, if possible, she still wished she could be of some use.

Seeing a stranger like Hu Ye, many residents immediately shut their windows, all appearing deeply vigilant.

Ding Yin looked at Ding Jiuxi, who stood quietly to the side—composed, calm, and sensible. He sighed with a sense of guilt, and in a daze, he felt as if the figures of Qiao Xinning and Ding Jiuxi had merged into one.

"Tap, tap, tap..." The sound of knocking echoed through the quiet, dim corridor. Yet, no matter how Lin Xiaoxi pounded, the thick door emitted only a dull, muffled thud.

Are you kidding me? Who here could hold off eight hundred people single-handedly? If someone were that powerful, they would have already become the leader of the martial arts world. Upon hearing this, the crowd deflated once more.

"You—" Ding Ruoxue was still unwilling to yield, but as soon as she began to speak, Ding Jiuxi cut her off.

Zhao Wanwan pouted in silence. Li Yuanhao held her in his arms, beginning to wonder if his indulgence over these past days had caused her to become increasingly brazen.

At that moment, the door opened gently. Feifei had returned. Wu Mei’s heart raced. Looking at Feifei’s pale face in the dim light—her face clean and free of makeup—she wondered what she had been doing outside. In her panic, she seemed to hear nothing, only the fear that accompanied her throughout the night as she remained sleepless.

Sensing Tan Xiaoya’s mood, Lin Qingshui could not help but smile; she remained as tranquil and pure as a lotus in clear water.

Hou Yu glared and made to rush toward Wu Xin-yang, but the special forces soldiers surrounding them immediately leveled their guns at him.

Demons have always been known for their cunning, and this rat demon, being one of their kind, was naturally no different. Tong Yan was almost certain that the rat demon was not telling the truth, or perhaps even deceiving him. But to execute the creature right now might not be the most prudent choice.

Watching the gods and demons acting so crazily, Luo Hebin regretted deeply not having collected the money earlier.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Fang Enjing ended her meditation and rose to open it. It was Song Tongwei and Blind Ke who entered.

Shangguan Xiongxin and Shangguan Hanyin rushed forward to support him, while Dugu Huang sat down weakly, and Bai Shuiqing and Chen Feng came up together to assist him.

After pointing at Fujita Naoki, who lay paralyzed on the ground, and giving a stern instruction to Oogo Takeo, the young man extended his right hand into a claw and pulled; a completely pitch-black turtle appeared in his grasp.

The home fans chanted Totti’s name loudly. After five failed attempts by Roma, Totti finally broke the deadlock with the sixth shot.

As soon as those words fell, he moved, charging directly toward Xiao Hui. Xiao Hui was the strongest among them; if he could defeat him, Tan Yu and Wendy would naturally be of no concern.

"Sect Master, why didn't the old Sect Master disclose this matter?" Qiu Feng asked in disbelief.

Bai Yixue beamed and took hold of Lu Haotian’s arm. At this moment, she was truly, deeply happy. Because Lu Haotian did not refuse her, she felt a sense of being cherished. This feeling was exactly what she had wanted for so many years.

Su Wuyang felt a headache coming on. Qin Fangbai’s feelings for her... stop, why was she thinking about this? Why was she suddenly bored enough to dwell on such trivialities?

No one could forget the divine power of that massive hand that had just blotted out the sky. With a single strike, it had wiped out all those terrifying and ferocious Blood Gods, leaving not a single one behind.

Sentinel Prime’s arm was no shield; as the blade swept past, his arm was severed clean off without any resistance, yet he still failed to reclaim his double-bladed weapon.

Ling’an’s stock price was truly affected. Qin Fangbai’s image had tarnished the company’s reputation, and his stubbornness left his mother deeply dissatisfied.

"However, if you lose this job, you'll have to sleep under the overpass," Su Yuyang watched the frantic Ling Miao calmly.

"Minmin, thank you." It turned out that the meeting of two people was not just fate, but also a story yet to be finished.

The old woman agreed and hurried out to deliver the message. Two attendants chased after Master Yao, and before long, one on each side, they dragged the terrified and uneasy Master Yao into the tea shop.

Dilong said in front of all the ministers, "Thank you, Your Highness. It is my honor that you wish to drink my wine. I shall select an auspicious day to respectfully invite you and the esteemed officials to gather and drink until we are all intoxicated, if that is acceptable?"