Volume 1, Chapter 43: You Have Fallen in Love.

Xiang Yuanwu was not angered by someone not recognizing him; since he had come, someone would certainly go to inform the manager here, and in due course, this guard would naturally receive punishment.

"What if Betty thinks I'm climbing the social ladder through friendship, using Huang Xiaoyu to get ahead? That's what I worry about the most. Besides, whether the two of us can even stay here is still a mystery," Wang Yu said, still hesitating.

Seeing Tang Shuang point at him with her delicate, scallion-like fingers, the fat man did not hesitate to step forward, carrying two heavy hammers on his shoulders.

Chen Suyun glared. Ever since Qu Ying married into the family, she hadn't set foot in the kitchen for two years—how was she supposed to cook?

The giant no longer approached amidst the roaring thunder; instead, gazing straight ahead, it strode into the tribe, slowly drawing closer to the tribespeople.

And this ambitious superior strongly agreed with his idea, dispatching almost all of the Portuguese fleet stationed in the Indian Ocean.

Jiang Dongmei, being more meticulous, felt that notifying the production system a bit too early might cause trouble. She worried that Zhang Chun苗 would come again to inquire about the candidates for appraisal, which could negatively impact the upcoming inspection of whether the equipment repairs were fully completed. Therefore, she suggested waiting until tomorrow to notify them, giving them just one day, which would be for the best.

"Those arrested officials were not even charged with any crime! Emperor, by doing this, aren't you afraid of chilling everyone's hearts?" Huo Qing asked with a cold face.

However, those fortunate few did not manage to run far before they were overtaken by the surging, rolling sea of fire behind them and burned to ashes.

"Uh, they are your two sisters-in-law. They were extremely fond of you before and missed you so much that they lost their composure for a moment."

"Throwing caution to the wind..." Zhou Ziyin stared blankly at Hei She, tears already welling up in her eyes. So, this hateful guy still held a place for her in his heart, right?

At these words, the expressions of the other human cultivators shifted dramatically. Could it be that Mo Fan knew some inside information?

Xia Qianrui's heart pounded fiercely as she heard Xiao Yu say, "I really like you, though." Nevertheless, biting her pearly white teeth, she resolutely walked away.

The lotus leaf was moved above his head, shielding him from the blazing sunlight. Wu Ya's expression grew even more solemn, and a bead of sweat slipped from his forehead, falling onto the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

Just as Mo Fan was getting warmed up with his endless flow of words—before he had even begun to touch upon the grand matters concerning heaven, earth, and all living beings—he was abruptly interrupted by the spirit-stone fetus.

"No, no," Zhang Liang hurriedly shook his head. In the immortal realm, the strong are respected, and since Mo Fan's cultivation realm surpassed his, how could they possibly stand as equals?

Furthermore, he had never expected that Pei Xueke's departure would cause Li Huai and the others to become so anxious, as if some momentous event had occurred.

Liu Shaoqi had lied. Liu Mengchen had indeed left a letter, and the reason Liu Shaoqi concealed it was not out of guard against Liu Xiangli, but rather to protect Liu Mengchen.

This was not to say that Ye Hao was deliberately belittling domestic animation, but when it came to comic books, one had to admit that there were indeed aspects where others excelled and from which domestic works could learn.

Although in terms of plot, each installment was more agonizing to watch than the last, the box office grew higher with every film. This was the inherent advantage of popcorn blockbusters.

As Ning U and his party flickered in and out, the elderly Englishman John seemed to feel as though everything that had just transpired was a dream. Yet, after pinching himself, he immediately and involuntarily cried out, "God, my almighty Lord! So you did hear my call!"

It was a pity that Young Master Yu and Meng Meng did not have the chance to live their lives anew as he did. Otherwise, he would have chosen to be his friend and her elder brother once again.

I looked at him approvingly; this fellow had the courage to admit defeat and possessed a responsible backbone. Actually, he wasn't really weak—the physical strength and agile reflexes he possessed should have been sufficient for him to ensure self-preservation against ordinary level-two or level-three zombies. It was simply his misfortune to run into me, having evolved to level-five strength.

"Gasp..." A sharp intake of breath echoed through the surroundings as everyone clicked their tongues in awe. To them, Martial Lords were already figures high above and beyond reach, let alone a Martial Saint, who stood at the absolute peak of the mortal world. For a moment, the gazes cast upon Azure Dragon Mountain were filled with even greater reverence.

Yan Che used his steel spear to strike the wall, pulling himself across, and then used spiritual energy to condense three lances to intercept Leishiling's triple-shot attack.

"Feifang, you should really take a look at what's in the email. Once this matter is settled, it won't be too late to make that call," Qin Yumin reminded her.

"Junior Brother, Mumu... what are you two talking about? Why can't I understand a word of it?" Su Nuo furrowed her brows in confusion. The magical heart-shaped stone in Yi Mumu's hand was known only to myself and Li Erniu; no one else had any inkling of it.

"You're still alive?" The Ice King, Zi Bing'er, stepped forward two paces and looked down at me. From her tone, I actually detected a trace of lingering surprise and hesitation, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Actually, it wasn't just Wubao; even Siyuan herself, had she not activated her dual-eyed ability, would have been completely unable to sense anything special about Xia Qitong.

She couldn't easily interfere in a place like the capital, but in City H, with Siyuan's financial resources and capability, stirring up waves was far too easy.

Having not seen Xuanyuan Nuo for several days, Nan Qing's expression grew increasingly gloomy. Reluctant to openly ask others about his whereabouts, she had no choice but to wander endlessly around Heaven Mountain every day.

He had assigned hidden guards to her side? Liangwang frowned slightly, glancing back at Xuanyuan Zili. Naturally, there was no need for any so-called protection, as she was fully capable of defending herself. Why, then, would the emperor assign hidden guards to her? In truth, it looked far more like surveillance.

Consort Yu was only seventeen or eighteen years of age; even in pregnancy, her skin and complexion remained tender, smooth, and supple. Merely holding her gave him a wonderful sensation, far surpassing Yi Liang, who was already well past thirty.

Thinking of how I had walked past Li Shishu without the slightest hesitation, that feeling was truly difficult to describe.

There is no need for self-pity; in this lifetime, the most important thing is simply to keep living. Since one must live, memories are sometimes necessary to keep oneself strong and to give one the momentum to take steps forward.

Ye Ping did not refuse Ye Xi's kind gesture, and even Ah Ming was invited by Ye Xi to sit down. Class distinctions in this otherworldly realm were not rigid, so a master and servant sharing the same table was not considered scandalous, yet being able to act as naturally as the Ye family still remained a rarity.

The middle-aged man before them was named Wu Liang, a folk tomb-raider, otherwise known as a grave robber. However, compared to prominent, large-scale families like the Ling family, he fell far too short.

At least the Dharma King was not foolish enough to throw away his life for nothing right now; he knew how to read the situation and reserve a glimmer of survival for himself.

Because ghost runners were actually quite bored—having nothing else to do every day aside from capturing spirits—playing cards during their leisure time was, of course, entirely forgivable.

In truth, sometimes those sentenced to death might feel a sense of indifference and therefore lack intense fear, but the spectators were quite different; regardless of the time, they would always feel a sense of dread.