Volume 1, Chapter 32: Come home early; I will be waiting for you for dinner.

With practiced ease, she pulled out his necktie once more to wipe away the sweat.

Wan Yan’s lips, which had been quirked upward, instantly straightened. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said coldly to Song Yin in the driver’s seat, "Drive."

The car had only traveled a short distance when Lu Zhaoxi could not help but feel nauseated and gag. She was not prone to motion sickness, yet she found the scent inside the vehicle truly unbearable.

"What is that smell in here? It’s awful."

She had been unable to sleep and had risen at the crack of dawn, only to run into Song Zhen just as he entered from the outside, cloaked in the chill of the morning frost.

They could each cultivate their own "Primordial Void" based on their personal Dao energy; within these voids, they could create countless vast universes and give rise to all living things.

Deep within the Celestial Demon Secret Canon, the sword intent used to control the soul was instantly driven back into Mo Yan'er's consciousness.

Everything after that would be simple: implement some reforms and beat the daylights out of those nomadic tribes.

Lin Hao gave a smirk, intending to make a joke, but seeing the look of terror on Chen Fei'er's face, he found it difficult to continue. For a moment, the atmosphere grew strangely awkward.

In that case, one could only describe it as closely to reality as possible; at the very least, the object used to poke the thigh had to be nearly identical.

The two parted ways, though in this world, they were the only ones present. Moreover, the palace had been reduced to ruins, and without the obstruction of high walls, even if they did not walk together, they could see each other's silhouettes the moment they turned around.

"It is a good thing that General Yaoguang has such ambition to reorganize our Heavenly Battalion," Jia Yi said.

"That was just an accident! We fell for your tricks and traps; otherwise, we wouldn't have been so weak." The Vermilion Bird, despite its fear, could not help but try to defend itself.

It wasn't until someone, in a voice that sounded like a trance or a dream-like mutter, broke the silence in the command center—a silence so profound that the dropping of a needle could have been heard.

Liu Yifei regretted telling Lin Miao about her father. Looking at her fragile appearance, he felt an indescribable ache in his heart. He reached out to turn off the light, climbed into bed, and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

It was not that Robert Horry and the others were ostracizing outsiders; it was a natural reaction. If not for their strong relationships, Brent Barry would not have maintained such a good rapport with Stephen despite being squeezed out of playing time, nor would Michael Finley have expressed his dissatisfaction only through silence.

Originally, Liu Fei had not wanted to use this blade unless absolutely necessary, but this fellow Ben Lei was formidable; to defeat him, he had to do it within a hundred moves.

Li Tianlai was left speechless by this. Annoyed, he retorted, "I can't be bothered with you." With a flicker of his figure, he instantly appeared several hundred yards away.

Liu Yifei flexed his wrists and rubbed his stomach, glaring coldly at the middle-aged police officer. The officer finally sensed true fear and dared not meet Liu Yifei’s gaze.

Liu Yifei grimaced; He Yueyan had pinched him very hard. Even if she wasn't truly angry, she certainly wasn't feeling pleasant, and pinching him seemed to be her way of venting that irritation.

Although the Heaven-Swallowing Lion clan were intermediate divine beasts known for their defense and strength, they still paled in comparison to the Dragon clan.

This drinking session lasted until one o'clock in the morning before breaking up. By the time it ended, most of the guests were heavily intoxicated.

However, due to Zhao Yu’s interference, when Ma Chao was under Zhang Lu’s command and preparing to send troops to Jiameng Pass to attack Liu Bei, he unexpectedly encountered Zhao Yu. For the sake of Ma Xiu, Ma Tie, and Ma Yunlu, and to honor the promise he had made to Ma Teng years ago, Zhao Yu went to Hanzhong, feigned surrender to Zhang Lu, and went to meet Ma Chao.

Wu Zheng sat upright on his horse, holding a spear in one hand with a cloth shirt draped over it, his arm extended forward. "Old man," he said, "can you see clearly now?"