Volume 1, Chapter 49: Han Qian's Dissociative Identity Disorder

"However, Village Chief," Wen Ruixiu knitted his brows in slight perplexity, "why not let A-rou go straight home?" The weather was so cold, and she was dressed so scantily, how could she possibly bear it? Wen Ruixiu felt deeply concerned for her.

Though each of them felt disdain in their hearts, on the surface they put on submissive and deferential expressions.

"Ha, ha! Ling Xiquan, Di Qin, aren't I amazing? I actually persuaded Yin Junyu to run a thousand meters!" After school, all the way until they walked out of the school gates, Lv Xining was still gushing triumphantly to her two friends about her achievement of the afternoon.

Yet her casual, inadvertent movement triggered a certain impulse within him. Mu Yingchen had not lost control like this for a very long time.

"Then you are truly with child? Why? Why would you stoop so low as to seduce the Prince of Yan?" Xia Chujun demanded harshly.

She had also striven hard to play the role of Mrs. Mu, but Mu Yingchen time and again made her feel a sense of loss and disrespect.

"Fortunately, Lady Yue did not discover the Great King's injuries..." A military commander blurted out recklessly, but the head of the guards beside him gave a heavy cough, causing the man to instantly snap his mouth shut.

The bandit leader flew into a rage. "In a moment, I'll have you begging me to dower you with my favors!" Who would have thought that before his voice even faded, Luo Shihhan delivered a kick that sent him crashing flat onto the ground.

Yet a young man like him, seemingly cynical and devil-may-care, had never once been the subject of any gossip rumors throughout the entire school.

After taking the luggage from his assistant, I walked toward the hallway. Lin Rongshen remained seated inside the car, gazing fixedly at me, but I did not turn back to look at him.

The young maiden standing before them wore a water-blue padded jacket and skirt. Seeming exceptionally sensitive to the cold, she had draped a brocade cloak of unknown fur over her shoulders, the ring of white plush accentuating her fair and delicate complexion. Even her eyes retained a limpid and spirited gleam, instantly revealing her to be the daughter of a wealthy household.

"Senior Sister, rebuild your divine path!" Pei Yan supported her chin with one hand, looking deeply into her eyes as he spoke.

Before long, this relatively small troop was all mounted on horseback, galloping swiftly toward the Central Capital of the great Daduan Empire.

When masters clash, the superiority of their skills is evident in a single move. At this moment, the man in white looked at Chu Xiao with a trace of perplexity and astonishment hidden in his eyes. His original arrogance and disdain had also faded considerably, because he had sensed that the power just unleashed was simply too formidable.

Walking leisurely with a smiling expression was none other than the Princess Consort of Sheng. Today, she wore a low-key deep purple gown, draped with a thin shoulder cape over it, and her hair was adorned with only a pair of kingfisher-feather inlaid gold hairpins. Truly, compared to the attire Qiao Mei had seen her wearing at the Prince's Estate that day, it was by no means ostentatious.

There was simply no help for it; the power Ling Jin had just unleashed was utterly terrifying. The primary factor was perhaps the oppressive aura emanating from Ling Jin—it was simply too formidable.

Pei Yan's praise made Si Yao twitch the corners of his mouth. He did not consider it a genuine compliment at all, as he heard a dense chill of murderous intent underlying it.

Ling Jin shouted toward the sky. All of a sudden, a speck of white figure rushed down like a bolt of lightning. Yet neither Ling Jin nor Qiu Lian displayed any excessive astonishment; after all, such occurrences were sights they had long grown accustomed to.

If this were the case, how could she make Monkey Brother regrow his roots of affection, and how could she recover the memories between them?

Karok Olney was not a vampire and possessed no wings, making it impossible for him to match Wang Chen's flight speed. However, unless forced by absolute necessity, Wang Chen would not choose to do that.

"Slap! Slap!" A succession of footsteps sounded, and upon looking back, they saw a thousand people blocking their path behind them.

A thousand years! You might be able to afford the wait, but Anping cannot. You might as well just solo it! He muttered, "Senior, I'll go draw the diagram first and return afterwards." With that, he shattered the jade slip and tried to run while clutching the rabbit, only to find there was no reaction.

Yan Zhen shouldered the Great Evil King while the people beside him waited quietly to see what method Yan Zhen would use next to deal with the Demon-Substitute Young Master.

"Uncle Eagle, this is the esteemed guest who arrived at our tribe a few days ago, named Lu Yu. Thanks to him this time, both of you were saved." Tuka Feng looked at the three of Lu Yu and said.

Of course, there were also some people who advocated directly abandoning the Central Plains, ordering the army along the Yellow River line to withdraw straight back to Luoyang, allowing the Jin army to move south to engage the Wu army in battle while the Liang army sat back to reap the spoils.

Time ticked away second by second, and the sky began to grow dim and grey. Up to this point, not a single troop had come to investigate the location where the gunfire had occurred. Yet Wang Nanbei remained convinced that any faction whose territory bordered this region, upon hearing the sound of gunfire, would definitely come to investigate.

Even someone completely unversed in spear techniques, upon witnessing Lu Yu's final strike, would likely be struck with god-like awe. This was precisely the reason why Lu Yu had deliberately unleashed an extra burst of power on his final move. He was afraid that the Zhao family, knowing nothing of spearmanship, wouldn't understand a thing of his preceding maneuvers, which would render him no different than playing the lute to a cow, failing entirely to achieve his purpose afterwards.

He looked up at the sky, seeing it clear and devoid of a single cloud, and could not help uttering a low curse.

Bai Yu summoned the speed from her training camp days in her past life, packed up swiftly, and walked toward the two men who were continuously urging her on.

Wen Chongyang's Thunderstorm Operation had been planned with meticulous detail. Almost simultaneously with the outbreak of the Thunder Group's crisis, the entire city of Hai was thrown into turmoil. A massive deployment of police and military forces surrounded all the stronghold locations of the Qing Gang in Hai city with lightning speed.

Lu Linlang smiled, seeming to be the first time she had smiled in many days. Her smile was somewhat strained, yet she was ultimately and gradually walking out of the shadows in her heart, growing better little by little.

Most importantly, she needed a trophy of sufficient weight to vindicate her name. She, Fan Bingbing, was not merely an artist remembered solely for sensationalized publicity; she, too, could act.

If he needed his eldest brother's help to deal with opponents of this caliber, where would he put his face in the future?

They saw the dark green mountain body suddenly experience a violent tremor, immediately followed by strands of green light blooming from within the rock and stone.

Almost simultaneously, Su Moyu's understanding of this first sword technique of bewitching music ascended directly to a new level.

Yet now, by a stroke of good fortune, he was actually able to ride a wolf-type mount. To put it able, being able to mount a wild wolf-mount—something he could previously only peer at from a distant corner—was a major driving force behind Lei Jie's desperate cultivation over the past few days.

Chang Jing was pleasantly surprised and immediately agreed. After all, having the world's most authoritative cardiothoracic surgery expert perform the operation personally was something difficult to procure even with immense wealth.