Volume 1, Chapter 51: They Are All Mad

"Distinct layers of halos, a complex and mellow aroma that cheers the spirit, and a silky smoothness upon the palate," Ji Ling evaluated.

Back then, Chen Wanfen had been nearly driven to madness, searching for almost half a year, yet she could not find even a trace of Lin Weilun.

Aside from a robust, white-bearded elderly monk sitting cross-legged in the very center, the four slightly younger monks beside him all sported thick, curly beards and fierce expressions.

The reason Peter Parker took on illegal odd jobs during his break was to help alleviate Aunt May's financial burden, ensuring he added no unnecessary worries to her life and making certain she never found out he was Spider-Man.

Then, a wondrous thing happened. The lamp's flame, which had originally been blood-red like a full moon, suddenly blazed with brilliant clarity, just like the fifteenth-day moon, casting its serene light upon the purple-black cavern walls. Standing now at the bottom of the bottomless abyss, they raised their eyes to look up at the hundred-zhang-high ceiling, seeing it with astonishing clarity.

Meng Liangliang made up her mind to take a gamble; if it failed, she had nothing to fear in terms of leaks. At worst, she would just invite the Horse-Face Hell Guard to a cup of tea.

Tang Hao glanced at the man before him—around thirty years old, not very old, yet bearing a face full of weathered vicissitudes.

The most crucial part was that if they denied Lu Tianjing's statement, it would directly serve as proof of their own ignorance, instantly placing the two elven scouts in a difficult dilemma.

Young, yet calm in the face of danger; if he could be recruited into their army, he would undoubtedly make another fine soldier.

"No. To be honest, I don't know my old man very well either, because he left without a word when I was ten years old," Ye Qingzhou shrugged.

Yun He's body was shrouded by the black, malevolent aura of the divine statue, making it impossible for Li Su to get close. Every time he came within three cubits of Yun He, he was repelled by a bone-chilling, gloomy frost.

Returning home, I didn't even bother to wash my feet or face; I collapsed straight onto the sofa and fell sound asleep. I had no idea what Fang Ting was still puttering around with in the kitchen, but when she finally emerged, she was holding a steaming cup of milk.

Jing Shu still looked somewhat trembling with fear, wondering how on earth his imperial father was going to deal with him this time.

He looked over these servants and asked them, "What wicked deeds have your wives been up to recently? Otherwise, such malicious methods would not be applied to the bodies of ordinary mortals."

The more her sister tried to cover it up, the more suspicious Yang Jinxin became. Her sister had once claimed she was weary of the hollow play-acting in pleasure houses—just who was this person with such immense charm that they had captured her heart?

The soldier responded and retreated to the side. Wang Yan walked up to the prison door and looked up and down at the stark-naked Xu Yang.

"Does it still hurt in these places?" Qin Muyang asked softly while gently massaging her legs, naturally still leaving the question unanswered. Qin Muyang frowned as he looked at her, a flash of fire appearing in his eyes for a split second, but before he could act on it, he forcefully suppressed it, turning it into a helpless bitterness.

Like master, like servant; if the right people are in place, things get done smoothly. That was a golden maxim left by the ancestors. Zhang Dianwei and his companion walked together into Bai Jianli's room. Feeling a gust of eerie wind approach, Bai Jianli hurriedly opened his Yin-Yang eyes to look.

Guan Yu unhurriedly raised his staff and swung it, neutralizing the greater part of the force behind the opponent's thrust. With a flick of his wrist, he wielded the staff like a spear, lunging toward the adversary.

"No need, I'm quite full and can't eat another bite," Yang Jinxin shook her head and placed the empty bowl on the coffee table.

Megumi's subordinate had wanted to suggest waiting for Asia's top assassin to arrive before discussing a long-term plan, but seeing how furious she was, the words died in his throat.

Catching a trace of unfriendly goodwill, Lin Fei also put away his smile and earnestly began to scrutinize the Hong Zhenwei standing before him.

"Brother, you..." Knowing that doing this would cause even greater harm to his body, Mu Qiuli was about to speak out, but was stopped by Mu Bai.

"I lost. But the only one you've won against is yourself," Tuxu said expressionlessly.

"No one is forcing you to stay. If you can't bear it here, you should take Swallow back with you," Shangguan Ruoyu glanced toward the emergency ward and sniffed.

After site selection, decoration, hiring a physician, and making all the preparations, the medicine shop was finally ready to open. Having busied himself all day with the preparation of medicinal herbs, Yun Tianlang was too exhausted to even twitch a muscle once he finally lay down in bed at night.

Shangguan Ruoyu's voice was very gentle, making him sound just like an elder brother next door.

"Then let's come back in three days." She could tell that Ji Hua was completely engrossed and obsessed, and there was no need for them to accompany him here for three days straight.

Now it was truly over. The sword's blade hissed as it cut through the air, and using twelve tenths of his strength, Han Ye savagely drove the blade inward.

The blue-robed youth seemed to notice her as well, but remained silent. Leng Xuesheng watched for a moment before carrying her basket toward the stables.

"Alas, how tyrannical the Yu family is. Not long ago, someone merely talked back to them, and their tongue was cut out."

When Jin Duojin heard these words, he hadn't even had time to react when the chopsticks in Cui Jingniang's hand snapped into powder with a "pop," and wherever she passed, the doors and windows were completely shattered.

"Good, good. It's good that you're back. Your brother has already told me all about your situation. Let's celebrate properly today. Our bitter days are finally coming to an end," Lu Jin鹏 said, his eyes brimming with tears.

Yet Lu Yaoniang, having received praise, suddenly had no idea what to do with herself. She had always been so bold and sharp-tongued, but he usually disliked that. This was the first time he had ever praised her like this, only his eyes were still not looking at her.

"Look at that! Ye Hua, the young master of the Starry Pantheon, wears a look of grievance and dark gloom." Hah! What a supreme, peerless Dao King.

In the past, he prepared three meals a day for her, tidied the rooms, peeled fruits, and cooked midnight snacks; now, all of those tasks had become her responsibility.

However, the prince was no rookie after all. Seeing that the blue buff could not be defended, he decisively abandoned it and headed to the mid-lane to farm minion waves, preventing his level from falling too embarrassingly behind.