Zhao Feng Should Think of Himself

My original intention was to head out of the city and take in the scenery beyond the walls. However, not knowing the way, Chu Wutian led me running all the way along a bluestone-paved street.

Although Princess Xinting was not familiar with Lei Ming and Princess Huolian, she knew that these two were close friends of Lin Yifan. Therefore, throughout the process, she kept a secret watch on their actions.

Yet, Fei'er had to admit one thing: although she ran a pleasure house, the money she earned came entirely from men. Hehe... Fei'er suddenly realized how much she had changed over the past few years.

"Hey! I just wanted to give everyone a pleasant surprise, so I didn't notify you in advance!" Old Ye said with a depressed expression while struggling. Fortunately, the elevator stopped at that moment, and Old Ye finally broke free from Zheng Xiao's iron grip, rushing out first toward the team's room.

The Solarmight Physique was an ancient holy constitution; how could someone possessing such a physique possibly be ordinary?

Just as they were discussing heatedly, one of the sisters from Wushan House came in to report that two disciples of the Vermilion Bird Envoys were outside, requesting an audience with Fei'er.

After a long while, Yang Ruofeng finally calmed his emotions and began to ask Wang Liying about the mysteries of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art—specifically why spiritual power, upon entering the body, would lie dormant within the flesh and blood, only to suddenly erupt at a certain moment and directly break through a major cultivation realm.

After Fang Yujia left, Luo Ting said sternly to Feng Qian. She had not interrupted during the previous conversation between Feng Qian and Fang Yujia, but had merely listened from the side. As an onlooker, she had naturally discerned some clues.

Seeing that Lin Yifan actually took the lead to charge forward, the thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng was extremely excited, never expecting that such a trick could fool these four fellows.

Despite being in the same initial realm of the Spirit Emperor, Zhantai Junjie was defeated in around ten moves. It was only then that he understood why Lin Yangtian could be ranked among the hit lists by the Foreign Realm; unknowingly, the gap in strength between the two had grown wider and wider.

"What, got a headache?" Qin Yibai asked with a smile, watching the Immortal Emperor frown in deep thought.

With his cigarette burned down to about three-fourths and a peaceful smile on his face, Ma Hongbo uttered threats to the people around him.

Meanwhile, Tian Qi, the fat man walking behind, could no longer dodge in time, watching as a basin of dirty water was about to be splashed all over him.

One must know that they were cultivators who had achieved success in Qi refinement. Although they had not yet reached foundation establishment, thirty or fifty so-called martial arts masters were still beneath their notice. How could they possibly have their wrists broken by a rookie who seemingly possessed no cultivation whatsoever, without even managing to catch a glimpse of the assailant's move?

"Well, this method is actually quite simple. You have the White Lotus Tail Ring in your possession, right? As long as you wear this White Lotus Tail Ring, you won't have to fear those guys behind you anymore," said Nine Years old.

As the abrupt voice echoing from within the Crystal-Shattering Hammer continued to reverberate, a terrifying foreign force filled with a destructive aura suddenly slammed into the hammer. "Awooh..." With a bizarre roar from the spirit of the Crystal-Shattering Hammer, a giant beast's head suddenly burst out from the massive hammerhead, fiercely crashing toward Zhong Sheng's chest.

Listening to the other party spill all these details, Zhao Xu realized he had stirred up a huge trouble. Facing these people before him, he continuously waved his hands in desperate plea.

Because of this, his admiration for Bai Shu deepened even further. A true boss understands the whole picture from subtle signs; no wonder he could become a gold-medal producer at such a young age.

However, since instances of grooms abandoning their brides did happen, guests persuading a bride to be with someone else didn't seem like such a big deal... right?

She understood the reason for Bo Yuhan's jealousy, but the lack of trust in his eyes instantly robbed her of the courage to explain. She had thought he would understand, forgetting just how deeply Bo Yuhan loved her.

As his voice trailed off, Ouyang Lian wore a leisurely and composed smile. By this time, they were already seated inside Ouyang Lian's black sports car, preparing to set off and search for the two of them.

"No, no, no. When I said I'd 'consume' her, let me put it another way—I mean you should marry her, and then..." Lu Daniu hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by Yang Guo.

Guo Jing hailed from the Shaolin tradition, and his martial arts were fierce and matchless. Later, he obtained the Beggar Sect's twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms, mastered them to the pinnacle, and refined them into the eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. With every move and gesture, his strength was incomparably fierce yet possessed a certain fluid resilience, bringing the interplay of force and breath to the absolute ultimate.

In the void, flashes of lightning wove back and forth from time to time, lending an even more intimidating atmosphere to the grand hall.

Before anyone could react, a man dressed in brocade and blue robes stepped into the wedding hall with graceful and unhurried strides.

Ouyang Qianlong cast a playful gaze at Mu Lingxi, while Mu Lingxi trembled all over under her scrutiny.

Tian Guang nodded and swung his leg over a war horse. Just at that moment, the Yellow Turbans and their cohorts arrived right in front of Feng Xin.

As soon as these words were spoken, powerful sword qi was suddenly seen surging all over Gao Xuan's body.

Lin Feng muttered inwardly as he looked at the thermometer. Although the winters in Jiangcheng over the past year had also been cold, temperatures usually hovered around minus one or two degrees Celsius.

Fu Huaichen suffered a massive blow upon learning that Lin Ping was his biological mother, and he had harbored grievances toward Gu Qingnian for a very long time.

"If you want to take, you must first give. Whatever he wants, this consort will satisfy him entirely," Liu Ziyue sneered.

The black cat tilted its head, as if failing to understand what this strange human was babbling about, but still let out a soft, sweet meow.

Emperor Yongxian let out a cold snort, folded his arms across his chest, leaned back in his seat, and maintained a posture of pure, cold detachment as a bystander.

Fu Huaichen burned with a high fever for an entire night. Intravenous drips, fever-reducing medications, and physical cooling methods—even wiping his body with alcohol—were all employed, yet not only did the fever fail to break, but it kept climbing higher.

Qiannuo was clueless and lowered his gaze to inspect the text, his body suddenly freezing upon catching sight of certain words.

Through battle after battle of slaughter and duel, the eight great royal families were finally decided, and the turbulent northern lands finally grew quiet once more.

The sight of the stream of zombies being crushed underfoot made them all involuntarily swallow hard. The vehicle they were riding in was a domestic Haval SUV worth around one hundred thousand yuan—decent enough, but compared to an anti-riot vehicle, it was mere garbage.

There was abundant food within the wolves' territory; this was not a time of scarcity where everyone fought to the death over a single bone, unless that bone happened to be a celestial bone.

Viewed in this light, compared to my clumsy state, Huaying effortlessly and steadily vaulted onto a rat's back that was as slippery as an oil-coated ice rink, her martial prowess being immeasurably more profound and refined than mine.