Volume One, Chapter 61: Slaying the Duke of An, Profiting Again from the Confiscation of His Estate

Li Gan struggled for a moment; the light in his eyes faded, and his neck slackened as he breathed his last. Huang Jiu killed Li Gan without the slightest psychological burden. Li Gan deserved to die.

Jiang Yuan nodded and stepped forward again, but this time, instead of being repelled by the barrier, he was struck by a powerful force of heaven and earth that sent him flying. Tian Yu Jiushi, proud as a king, would never stand idly at the terrace watching; he hurriedly asked at that moment.

Yuan Tan had not expected that Sha Moke had also established a retirement home, specifically for elderly members of the endangered Shanyue minorities.

Mo Jiangye was in the middle, with Xu Xu, Wang Yiyang, and Zheng Yi scouting ahead for them. Each tree had more than one or two vines, and they carefully selected the sturdiest one for Mo Jiangye to traverse.

She glared at him fiercely, but he lowered his head and bit softly into the tender flesh of her chest, making her gasp and clutch his shoulders tightly.

Just then, the phone in the room rang. The assistant answered and immediately turned to Gilbert.

A dark soul was reincarnated into a wealthy family! But unfortunately, that family was far from harmonious! She longed for a loving home but never found it.

In the past, when he held her while sleeping, he was always relaxed—never as tightly as he did today.

Eastern Wild Hope's face was twitching with anger; to remain in the corporation would only invite humiliation. He snorted coldly and left in a huff.

Yan Li withdrew her pet into its space, summoned the system sprite, and promptly logged out, taking off her headset as sleepiness washed over her.

If Kenji Yamamoto were dealt with here, it might draw a bloody calamity upon the Fujiwara clan—a scenario he absolutely did not wish to see.

"Wind Attendant, could you not be so effeminate?" the Grieving Ghost retracted the steel spikes from his torso, looking thoroughly annoyed.

What needed to be done now was to help Zhang Tie awaken from within; perhaps he could even save himself.

But then he considered that this game was developed by Feng Hao, and of course, his own character would be meticulously crafted.

He waved his right hand, and the lightning blade clashed fiercely with the flaming blade, nullifying each other.

It turned out that the long-faced elder, Ding Leyang, was the steward of the southern division of the Divine Martial Academy, a peer of Su Hanran and the others, addressed as brothers. Upon learning of Yi Zhengyan and Pang Tuhong’s betrayal and the capture of the sect leader and others, he rushed to their rescue, only to be captured by Pang Tuhong and imprisoned in a cave.

Wu Yan trembled, but did not refuse; she merely closed her eyes and gently stroked Xiao Wei's head with her right hand.

Qin Di, living at the foot of Wolong Mountain, often heard tales of the Nine-Turn Panlong Grass and was well-acquainted with its appearance. Now, examining the plant before him and comparing it to the legendary descriptions, he found every detail matched perfectly. His heart was stirred, and excitement surged within him.

Qin Di followed Su Yuyan to the cottage, where an elder in purple sat in the courtyard. Qin Di judged him to be in his fifties, with a disheveled appearance and a weary expression, as if half-asleep. His eyes were half-closed, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

All these red mushrooms grew in the nests of the Juming Bird. There were not many—just over forty—and most were unripe. Only about seventeen or eighteen seemed mature, clearly prepared by the Juming Bird for its breakthrough.

Old Nangong and Nangong Fu, led by Nangong Xue'er, toured every accessible area, enjoying many spirit fruits along the way.

"Alright, help me look around here, and about me and Qi Chuyang..." As she spoke, Shen Xi leaned close to Xia Wan'an's ear, whispered a few words, then walked away with a smile.