37 The Night Duty at the Hatake Residence

Windward City is not far from the Fire Domain, but the journey requires crossing the territories of King Xiao and King Zhong before reaching the destination. It is a long way, but Ye Jin is no ordinary person; such travel is of no concern to him.

King White Jade narrowed his eyes. The words of General Xuan Jia were clearly aimed at him—could it be that he harbored a prejudice against the demon race?

The world of illusions was formed by layers of white light, appearing like the primordial world, raw and unadorned.

Ye Jin did not surrender. After placing Qi Xin into the Sacred Seal Ring, the Azure Pattern Sacred Pot above his head erupted with cyan brilliance.

Gu Mianliu remained composed on the surface, yet with a vague remark, he elevated himself to an unprecedented height.

"Since you understand, then go." Wei Qilang did not look at him again. With a faint word, he stepped out of the alley toward his home, leaving behind the father and son of the He family, who looked as if they had just returned from the gates of hell.

"Oh, sir, you are too kind. Just call me Chunlan." Flattered, Chunlan placed her hands at her waist, bowed her head, and curtsied in return.

Shen Yu was a proponent of savory tofu pudding, but the ancient debate between savory and sweet had stirred many arguments online. As someone who frequently surfed the web, he had participated in his fair share of disputes.

"In other words, when you showed me my sister's jade pendant and I held your hand, I knew you were not lying, although... that jade pendant was indeed not my sister's; it was a forgery!" Wei Bingchen explained at length, plunging Gu Junyan into a strange silence.

He had not told Dong Ru about his imperial betrothal to Jiang Xueyao. He did not want to; revealing it would only create a rift between them. He would solve this matter himself—he had defied an imperial decree to refuse the marriage three years ago, and he could do it again three years later, all for the sake of his A-Ru.

In the east of the continent, talented factions were countless. Within the Brotherhood, Ling Jing rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

As they dispersed, various wondrous formations emerged one after another. Red shadows soared through the air, creating a breathtaking sight. Yet, such beauty could not be appreciated under these circumstances. Once the formations were set, the disciples of the Central Flame Dragon Valley waited tensely for the coming bloody battle.

"Earthlings have utilized primitive large-scale computers and advanced network systems to establish a remarkably accurate virtual model of the Star-Breaker, and they are currently researching new machine types capable of countering it," Guang Yexun said in a deep voice.

The same scene repeated every morning in his teahouse for three weeks. He was like a robot programmed with a loop, performing the same actions day after day, making the same attempts as if possessed.

Although the atmosphere was filled with sorrow while handling Grandpa Liu's funeral, Liu Xiaoling and Wang Xuanlong both looked toward the future. Liu Xiaoling knew that only by getting into a university would she honor Grandpa Liu's dying wish and allow him to rest in peace in the afterlife.

Ke'er pouted and said, "Brother Zhanyun, although I am the weakest, I will definitely reach the master level within three months. Don't leave me behind!" She then reached out and tugged at Dong Zhanyun, showing no intention of letting go.

Before the Shadow Wind Supreme, a young man clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot, his entire body trembling. This young man was very familiar—he was the first of the Shadow Wind clan's sealed generation, Lin Tianyun!

Demons filled the sky, pouring toward Yun Feng from all directions. The sight left the powerful figures of the myriad races within Breeze City speechless and aghast.

Amidst his inner confusion, Yun Feng’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them before vanishing.

Lin Mei’s massage parlor now had many such people. They couldn't control their mouths, yet weren't willing to move their legs to exercise, so they spent a great deal of money to have Lin Mei’s staff use massage techniques to stimulate their muscles and burn off the excess energy their bodies had absorbed.

Old Madam Ye pondered the letter all night and finally decided that the family should go to her maternal home in Shandong to take refuge for a while.

Handsome and free-spirited, with generous manners—he was no simple character; in the end, he nearly took a sap to the head from him.

Just as the Grand Elder and Second Elder were fighting over the person, a disheveled, dirty old man appeared beside Lin Yumeng, carrying a sour stench as if his clothes hadn't been washed for centuries.

The wet nurse, being very perceptive, separated the two babies for care; the room on the left was for Feifei, and the room on the right was for their son.

The hanging stone pillars appeared to be stalactites, some dripping water. The droplets fell straight onto the edge of the pool and merged into it. So that was why the water was so clear—it was fed by the drips from above.

Lin Qingxuan said nothing, calculating the possibilities in his heart. He worried that if the northern army accelerated, his side would suffer a great disadvantage in time; he did not know how much combat effectiveness his exhausted troops would have left.

Suddenly, one side of the grass-woven wings on Chen Junxiang’s back loosened. His clothes had slipped, and the whistling wind tore through the holes in the wings, causing his center of gravity to become unstable. He suddenly lost control of his flight direction.

"I said if I say you can be it, you can be it. My uncle is the Chief of the Public Security Bureau. Arranging a position for someone with real skills is not a problem at all," the policeman said with a hint of pride.

"Okay! Sister Lanying! I’ll be there in ten minutes!" the person on the other end of the phone said crisply.

If there was anything different, besides the fact that the person in the painting was the Yue Ying from half a year ago, it was the look in her eyes.

U81 placed the mattress against the sofa on the floor in front of the television, then hugged the quilt and pillow to spread them out.

In her heart, she only saw Jiang Mingchuan as her cousin. Although the facts had now proven they were not cousins, the previous feelings remained, making it impossible for her to change her mind instantly. But for Jiang Mingchuan, his feelings for her were entirely different.

Fu Dianchen looked at Ye Jinmu with disappointment, only to see that she wasn't looking at him at all, having already left the warehouse with Chu Qinghan.

This time, Mizuki did not intend to let the two remaining Genin of Team 8, Hinata Hyuga and Kiba Inuzuka, participate in the exam again.