Volume 1, Chapter 164: The Imperial Grandson Seeks to Take Qin Bao as His Master

Outside the convenience store, seeing Takagi Wataru hurry out and run past him, Chi Feinosu guessed that the police wanted to use an experiment to prove the feasibility of the trick. He tossed aside his burnt-out cigarette, stamped it out, and turned to look inside the store.

Even so, it had already deeply wounded Ling Feng's fragile self-esteem. At that moment, he seemed to finally remember that he was a mage. A flash of red light glowed from his wrist, and the Song of Raging Flames—one of the rarest weapons in the entire game—suddenly appeared in his hand.

To be honest, when trouble arose at the shopping mall this time, he had considered asking a master to take a look. However, he wasn't foolish; he knew that half of the so-called masters nowadays were charlatans from the jianghu without any genuine talent or learning. Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to encounter even a single real one all these years.

Lin Qiaoyu's system connection had already been severed. This trial was hers alone to face, and all he could do was try his utmost to ensure the safety of everyone other than her.

That instructor quickly claimed that something seemed to have struck the sole of his foot, whereupon Yun Yan removed his military boots. Why? So she could retrieve her two silver needles; she definitely didn't want anyone to discover her own silver needles.

With that, he made a gesture as if to spank her, which startled Dai Lan into fleeing in a hurry, stopping her tears in the process.

What should she say? How could she phrase it well? A myriad of words felt like a bowl of bitter and sour medicinal decoction that she had to endure and swallow hard despite the intense discomfort.

All kinds of comments flooded the entire community overwhelmingly, pushing this incident and Shi Yi to yet another climax.

If Tokyo's detectives were all mobilized to help Bourbon investigate Kusuda Rikudo, things would inevitably descend into utter chaos.

As soon as he was born, Shen Mingxuan had been proclaimed crown prince, which showed how desperately he desired for this child to grow up and inherit his imperial throne as soon as possible.

Occasionally, one could see victorious players beaming with joy, their heartfelt smiles resembling an infant looking upon its mother. Yet, where there are winners, there must inevitably be losers. The defeated sat around in a daze with displeasure written across their faces; even if one of them wore a Rolex worth millions, it still failed to dispel the aura of crushing defeat radiating from him.

In the carriage, both Lin Chuxia and Shen Mingle were fast asleep. Shen Mingxuan didn't dare to wake them and simply instructed the driver to head toward the imperial city.

"The weather and time are just right today, and there are some things I wish to discuss at length with the two of you. When Mother Yin asked you both to come and share a drink with me, I suppose she felt that our dispositions would be compatible. After spending time together day by day, it has indeed turned out harmonious. Although Shiyan Workshop has suffered a major catastrophe, my resolve to rebuild it has never wavered, and now I am even more full of confidence."

At that moment, Imperial Concubine Qing's gaze was fixed entirely upon her beloved, and she completely failed to notice that Shen Mingle beside her was angry.

Hearing the rush of a fierce wind, Gu Fei hurriedly reached out his right hand and snatched the flying teacup out of the air.

She nodded, and Hua Jiaoniang combed and dressed Xiao Duoluo, transforming her appearance into that of a palace maid, and secretly smuggled her out of Helan Mountain.

The next day, Di Qing summoned his generals to campaign against Nong Zhigao. Because they had previously been poisoned by Nong Zhigao, their morale was somewhat low. Seeing that everyone looked lifeless, Di Qing instantly came up with a brilliant idea.

Unexpectedly, Shi Ruoshan arrived alone, dressed in a cyan long robe faintly embroidered with bamboo leaf patterns, with his hair tied in a kerchief bearing the same green bamboo pattern. It was clear he had dressed with care and regarded this meeting as quite important.

Watching Kujina Anna depart, Wuchen's face turned dark. From start to finish, this had nothing to do with him, yet he had been inexplicably resented—preposterous, simply infuriating.

After completing the hospitalization procedures and paying all the fees, Ran Sinian did not stay behind to watch over Rao Pei'er, but instead went straight to find Qu Zichong.

Nie Tian possessed the Threefold Buddha-Demon Scripture and the Fiery Eyes of Truth, allowing him to see through things more thoroughly than anyone else. Half a day later, a smile curled the corner of his mouth, as if he had completely comprehended the profound truth hidden within the cloud stele.

This bandit was far more powerful than the previous one. Phantom fought hundreds of rounds with him without a clear winner, their battle causing the walls on both sides to rumble violently, yet still failing to shatter them.

The thunder beast stared in disbelief at Chen Yun lying on the ground, instantly appearing by his side. A sudden arc of silver light flashed from its claw tips, shooting straight into Chen Yun's Dantian region as if trying to probe the truth.

At that very moment, Inuyasha leaped up, gripped the Tessaiga in his hand without hesitation, and slashed directly back.

Simultaneously, across several squares in Xijing City, missile launcher vehicles had shed their camouflage nets and moved out into open areas. Those surface-to-air missiles exuding a chilling murderous intent stood erect, their tracking radar antennas continuously rotating in a desperate effort to lock onto the thunder ghost fighters in the sky.

The vast fluctuations of energy threatened to blast this realm apart. The earth shook violently, as if on the verge of destruction at any moment. Countless giant stars in the sky emitted dazzling brilliance, autonomously forming a killing formation from which echoed the wailing of gods and demons—the mournful cries of divine and demonic spirits who perished in endless ages past.

After getting out of the car, Lu Guang lit a cigarette and passed them one by one to Han Xu and three other youths. Only then did he raise his head to glance at the fruit wholesale market; when he had come here a few days ago with his boss to demand money, he hadn't even stepped out of the car before returning.

"Is that so? Then I'll try again," Feng Chenrui said without looking back. With that, he reignited the fire, acting entirely as though he wouldn't stop until it burned.

Every single word uttered by Fu Yanjin appeared utterly feeble, as if at that moment, any phrasing was merely like a strand of hair—no matter how much strength was mustered to swing it, striking against someone would still leave them completely numb and unfelt.