Volume One, Chapter 21: He Handed Chu Mian a 'Life-and-Death Pact'

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Long Yunqi would not let her succeed; he pressed her down firmly, his thigh controlling her legs.
The son of the Black Mountain Old Demon slipped past Mo Xing Houqing’s strike like a ghost, emitting a strange laugh reminiscent of an owl’s call. His eyes shot out two tangible beams of electric light that struck Mo Xing Houqing.
Moreover, Wei Jiao was a core figure among the younger generation of the Wei clan and naturally did not want to see Pang Lian usurp the military and political power of the Wei Kingdom, leaving the clan to watch helplessly.
Surrounded by utter darkness, Ai Gu felt a chill run through his heart, but he feigned calm and nodded firmly at him.
On another front, he wanted to assess the cultivation levels of his brothers and sisters to see how far they had advanced.
The Jian’an Group’s performance in recent years had been poor; following market reforms, they lost their exclusive rights to construction projects and often had their share snatched by outside companies in fierce competition.
Ai Gu turned his head, narrowly avoiding a ladle, his gaze deep and unreadable in emotion.
“If not for seeing you encounter a True Realm Nine Li person and discovering the Blood of Purity, you should have died to avoid tarnishing Yaoguang’s honor,” Luo Tian said with a furrowed brow.
Very handsome; Su Yan could even imagine how charming he must have been in his youth, no wonder Linglan Immortal King chose him.
However, after about ten minutes, Murong Lingsang was suddenly blasted back by a powerful gust, and Ai Gu hurried over to support him in surprise.
Though Lan Qingchuan was talented and intelligent, she had been injured, and none of them wanted her to worry or strain herself further.
When she was hospitalized before, Jian Xiu had once made this dish for her; after so many years, she still hadn’t forgotten the taste.
Shen Yan stood there, eyes full of inner conflict—she couldn’t bring herself to kill, but could she really stand by and watch Jian Xiu die? What was she to do?
In any case, it was better not to wreck someone’s shop. It was easier to just settle things outside with a fight.

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His earlier compromise was an indelible pain in his life, yet now Shen Huandong blatantly exposed it, leaving no room to avoid it.
Shen Yan felt a chill from his gaze, her heart sinking. She sensed that this Ji He would probably be the most frenzied version she had ever seen.
In the early 1990s, before mobile phones were widespread, the Nandu government installed several public phone booths at both ends of the alley.
“Brother Hou! You finally came out!” When Hou Wei arrived, Wu He Yunjian was tearing into a chicken leg. Seeing Hou Wei, he immediately ran over, excitedly slinging an arm around his shoulder.
Lan Qingchuan made a last-minute effort, having Joey pull a large jar of candy from the trunk to distribute among the children.
Jian Xiu frowned slightly—would it really be the same if he could do it all over again? Why was she so certain?
“Would he have ever struck you before? Was he ever like this? Losing control of his own emotions, how could he become the ruler of a nation!” Shen Yanjiao said, and unconsciously, the aura she had deliberately restrained spread out again.
Lin Jian and Shui Mo followed several hundred meters behind the shadowy creature, slowly advancing down the passage.
Consort Shu did not announce her return beforehand, so Liang Yuan and Wei Shenglan were quite surprised, while Rong Shuyu’s expression was more complex.
Wang Tian looked up at the sky; pairs of drums and gongs demanded that Wang Tian revoke the rule allowing the ten thousand heroic clans into Xiazhou City. Banners filled the sky.
At three in the morning, Cen Qing and Shi Xun walked silently ahead. Seeing the mountain ape escorting them to the car, they reluctantly waved goodbye.
Lu Zexi looked at the demon general struggling beneath the divine axe. It seemed he could no longer bear it, but he could not release him just like that. If he did, the demon general would not accept it; he had to be made to submit wholeheartedly.
Huang Feihu saw Qian Wu regain composure and felt relieved. At this crucial moment, if Qian Wu and the others lost heart, that would be most troubling. But it seemed although they were temporarily struck down, as seasoned warriors, they could easily recover.
Lu Zexi shook his groggy head and slowly sat up from what resembled a bed. He couldn’t believe it—had it really been so long?

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Not only was Lin Jian stunned, but so were the players behind him, frozen in place. After all, he was the leader of this faction.
The guards hurriedly knelt to explain, but Hua Yu’er would not listen, only blaming them repeatedly.
Anyone with eyes could clearly see that Feng Hanyang was on the verge of rage.
Upon hearing Zhou Tian and Liu Meng’s words, Zhang Daili also nodded sheepishly. Though she trusted her eyes, sometimes they could deceive, especially from such a distance.
Many didn’t even know how they died—suddenly thrown weapons like shuriken or explosive tags appeared. Though they faced only one enemy, it was like facing a thousand soldiers, making close combat extremely difficult.
Hearing the last sentence, Hu Xi swallowed hard. They had given so much that someone who disliked working in the kitchen on hot days couldn’t refuse.
Lin Fei was different; he played the game with the purpose of finding bugs and improving the experience. He had no contact with any players, let alone a group of friends or family.
Ji Ningyan sighed a few times, then folded the clothes and packed them back into the box. Summoning the courage to sever ties, she carried the box out of the room.
Crimson blood light burst from the four eyes on its grotesque face, with decayed evil energy wrapping its limbs, imbuing every strike with a lethal power.
One day, we will no longer be children of our parents, nor parents of children, but simply ourselves. The sunlight outside is warm, yet in memory, it has lost its passionate warmth.
These spiritual energies split within Hu Xi’s spiritual palace, some rushing toward his chest, others toward his back.