Volume 1, Chapter 31: Inviting a Slap in the Face

Rengao Sheng said, "Let's head back first!" He then led the group back to the secret base to regroup.

It is essential to have a clear understanding of who is an ally and who is an adversary. This prevents anyone from misidentifying friends and foes, making poor judgments, and ultimately jeopardizing the big picture.

The million-dollar gown had been worn only once before Fu Sihan tore it to the point where it could no longer be worn.

The rising morning sun dispelled the darkness. The sky was a deep azure, with clouds swirling, and the golden light filtering through them gave the Yu Palace a unique charm.

"Wait a second?" Wang Hong stared at the scene before him, his stunned mind struggling to process what had just happened.

As one reaches higher levels, it becomes increasingly difficult to raise affinity. Renji's affinity toward him only rose from 75 to 76, while Hinamori Momo and Kira's affinity for him reached 70.

But this was simply impossible. Grand Secretary Du was advanced in age, which was the very reason the Emperor had not reclaimed his power.

Nan Wan’s glare was filled with charm and allure, and when coupled with the conversation they had just had, what had transpired was self-evident.

Chen Haichuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and whispered to Wang Jia and the others about what he had just seen and heard in the main hospital building.

After all, Zhu Chengtai’s internal energy had been gained through years of grueling practice of the Shadowless Kick; perhaps, Shen Hao could replenish his internal energy in a similar way.

Seeing Jia Zhengjin wave his left hand, only for a crown to appear, which he then placed on his head with a chuckle, the old man’s mouth twitched. He truly had not expected this young city lord to hold absolutely no regard for the Bate Empire or the Xiongfeng Empire.

The Old Matriarch knew that Pan Jinlian was pure and kind-hearted, but she was also incredibly stubborn; once she made a decision, it was hard to change. She said nothing and allowed Pan Jinlian to help her to bed to rest.

A fierce wind swept across the desert, sending sand flying and darkening the sky. It was a world of sand, leaving one with almost nowhere to stand.

***

So, was everything seen this morning just an illusion? And what did Chen Luoluo mean by saying that? Could it be that she did it on purpose?

Li Zhishi was sharp, yet more rational—or perhaps simply lazy. He never bothered with people or things that did not threaten his current life. To use his own words: "Life is hard, don't expose it."

Was it truly her younger sister who had snatched Lan Lianxia’s happiness, or had Lan Lianxia intervened between her and Ouyang Yi?

"Good, then you go and explain it to them properly!" After saying this, Wu Song exerted force, sending the man flying horizontally into the twenty or thirty people rushing toward them. *Crash!* The scene was like a bowling ball striking pins, knocking down seven or eight people at once.

Zhuan Zhu smiled and replied, while Li Zhishi remained silent, his eyes fixed steadily on the servant.

The burly man in gray robes, wielding a water-splitting dagger, responded with a shout, his twin daggers dancing like wings as he charged straight at Yaoyue.

"How could I be so unlucky to run into a situation like this?!" Beikong was already limp all over. He thought back to the words he had just spoken and felt he was as good as dead. His heart felt empty, his future bleak, without a shred of hope.

He bent down, as that position always easily triggered his coughing. Mrs. Parsons couldn't help; she just stood by and watched.

After Xie Chunfeng finished her test, an athlete named Li Bin approached his coach, asking to go train with the "Olympic Assistant Team." The coach thought for a moment, finding almost no reason to refuse.

"Heh, if Your Majesty spent more time interacting with the military generals, you would understand what is on their minds," Guo Jia said with a wry chuckle.

Seeing Lu Ling’s state of mind, An Ruo immediately understood something. She explained it to An Min, then pulled Lu Ling out of the living room until they were outside the villa.

Before Ye Wei could ask, she saw Su Yujun, dressed in casual wear, appearing on the opposite side of the street.

The man actually leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss. It was as light as a feather, yet it tugged at Mai Zi’s heartstrings.

***

His lips and tongue were nothing like his usual gentleness; he pressed them fiercely against hers, like a starving beast that had finally found a feast, devouring her soft lips in a chaotic frenzy.

Furthermore, they were not clustered closely together, so the subsequent scene consisted of Li Yunmu traveling the entire way along the branches of the World Tree on the eleventh floor.

He retreated outside the grand formation once more, sat cross-legged, and fell into deep contemplation. The spot where he had plunged his immortal sword had been calculated through ten thousand simulations; logically, the sword should have absorbed all the black lightning rather than inciting it to rage.

On this day, Sect Leader Dao Hua summoned the four disciples who had performed most brilliantly in the Grand Competition to the main peak. As an incentive and reward, each of the four was to be bestowed with a magical artifact.

Jiaqian had come, accompanying her every day without a hint of impatience. She followed her everywhere, which had helped alleviate her boredom. Now, she was saying she had to return to Pengcheng, and her heart was filled with reluctance.

She specifically threw the spirit-repelling herb to Yun Yan; anyone with eyes could identify the spirit-repelling herb based on the appearance of that plant.

"Ah," a crisp voice rang out, clearly sounding a bit shocked, or perhaps, a bit stunned.

After Ling and I came down, I went to the restroom. At that moment, I was on the phone with my cousin Yin Le’an—a social butterfly and instructor who was incredibly skilled at romance and currently helping me strategize how to win over Ling.

The most famous aspect of Chenxiang Island was the vast expanse of water lilies that bloomed around the island every June and July.

The idea of casting obstacles upon other nations still had a logical basis, but why would Song Cong now incite Wen Jingyuan to keep the brothers Wen Moshu and Wen Mozheng bound by his side? Was he not worried that these two brothers would continue to accumulate power and compete for the throne?

The snowball burst without suspense, sending snow fragments flying in all directions. The madman's sudden move startled Song Wan. She knew it must be the Snow Demon behind her, so she quickly channeled her internal *qi* to form a shield, just as the Snow Demon’s claw struck her back.