Volume 1, Chapter 64: Unable to Restrain

Many top-tier pieces are bound and reinforced with gold, silver, or copper, presenting graceful forms, a rustic and natural aura, vibrant colors, and distinct decorative patterns, all at a considerable price. Whether worn as personal adornments or used as home decor, they are elegant and generous, exuding a wild, untamed beauty.

Ignoring the splitting pain in her head, she reached out and grabbed wildly like a madwoman, her hair flying in disarray, her gaze sharp yet ultimately futile as she tried to catch and retrieve those memories slowly drifting upward into the void.

Moreover, the people over there clearly held a favorable impression of him—or rather, he possessed traits worth cultivating on their part, and the goodwill transmitted outweighed any covetous intentions; naturally, he could not afford to be overly reserved.

"That being said, isn't this person utterly miserable?" the third most ferocious beast of antiquity remarked, wiping a cup with a white rag.

He Panren stepped inside, his gaze colliding unexpectedly with that of Xiao Zhicang. For some reason, He Panren’s face flushed instantly, a searing heat rushing down straight to the root of his neck.

Thinking back now, the snow left behind by the third most ferocious beast of ancient times was no ordinary snow; perhaps it was that eternal, unyielding affection. Shortly after, Lu Yun and his companions encountered the white mecha White Emperor, piloted by none other than Mikulus, the supreme leader of humanity.

After seeing off the Luo family, Chai Shao took his wife back into the tent and summoned Fengyuan and Qiaozhu to present themselves.

The old village chief was a man who had learned special skills from an old immortal, serving as a semi-immortal figure across these dozens of villages. Everyone gave him a measure of respect; even the township head acted as deferential as a grandson in front of the old man.

Whether because the unknown entity looked too menacing or because the previous palm strike had hurt too much, Caizi hastily hid behind Liu Yue. At this moment, only Liu Yue, that good-natured soul, would still side with her.

However, as he reached out toward a piece of paper, he froze. The name written upon it was "Eyepatch." He picked it up and examined it closely.

Initially, the middle-aged uncle subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the bills I slid over happened to land right in his hand. With an imperceptible motion, he rubbed the stack with his fingers—good grief, the uncle was checking how much money this was. Following a flash in his gaze and a trace of hesitation, he nevertheless did not return the money to my hand.

Xu Yixuan felt as though his head was splitting into two tonight. It was certain that something was inside the coffin, but this entity was simply too bizarre—unheard of in his experience. It had filled the entire room with blood, but what could its purpose possibly be?

Just as he was completely at his wit's end, a hidden weapon pierced through the window from outside, narrowly missing her. Clearly, the person who launched it had deliberately aimed wide.

Zhuo Nan sighed and said with a sense of relief, "She confessed her feelings to me yesterday." Hearing this, Xia Qianrou felt a sudden surge of tension, accompanied by a rising pang of sour jealousy.

Wang Liang immediately took Ling Xiang's hand and gently slapped it against his own face, striking himself while speaking.

The icy tone, the near-perfect countenance, and an aura radiating unconsciously were enough to shock even Xu Yixuan.

On Yichuan's side, the tiger gave him no opening to attack, while over at Han Xiang's location, the battle was blazing hot. The twin Shattering Shadow Blood-Devouring Blades alternated in thrusting toward the Golden-Edged Iron Ant, which raised its head and continuously parried using its pair of mandibles laced with golden veins. The clashes between the mandibles and the blades actually produced clusters of dazzling sparks.

Xia Bing and Luo Yulin ran ahead, with quite a few people pursuing them from behind. This scene was truly bizarre! Yet neither Xia Bing nor Luo Yulin noticed; right now, both of them were somewhat worried about Chen Fei.

Hearing this, Cao Cao turned awkwardly red in the face. It seemed the old man truly had no regrets to speak of—truly a formidable warlord of an era.

The hacker stared intently at the two tender sprouts, shifting from initial vigilance and defense to a subsequent lazy expression. Clearly, the two tender sprouts had won the hacker's approval; after all, everyone was a member of the manor now.

"Since you don't know, why do you still call her a vixen?" Ye Guigu pressed the matter a bit stubbornly, suddenly remembering that three-tailed fox who had died such a miserable death, stubbornly holding onto her shattered dream even in her final moments.

Liu Mang had slept poorly last night, feeling utterly uncomfortable. Suddenly hearing an angry roar, he just lifted his head and opened his eyes when an unidentified flying object came hurtling straight at him. Liu Mang swiftly dodged backward.

Haotian’s lips curved into a slight smile as he too sent out a palm strike. Boom, boom, boom! The moment their palms connected, a heaven-shaking roar erupted. Within a radius of a hundred meters centered on the two of them, the kinetic energy unleashed by their forces directly turned the area into a wasteland.

In Liu Mang’s memory, among the players who won the Sixth Man of the Year award and were selected as All-Star reserves in the same season after the 21st century, there was only the King of Jingdezhen, whom he admired greatly.

Hmph, since the masks had already been torn off, let there be no further talk of surrender. Anyway, the enemy only had a force of ten thousand; if a real fight broke out, the outcome was still anyone's guess.

Thus, Yu Ji, who had just fled back in a sorry state, gritted his teeth once more and teleported back to the exact location where Hong Xiang had been reborn.

"Over such a vast riverbed, what can a single drop of blood accomplish?" Haotian shook his head gently, and his left index finger immediately squeezed out a single drop of crimson blood. Drop—the fresh blood fell onto the cracked riverbed.

Shifting constantly among all species on Earth, the moment Wan Qing's divine sense touched it, a clear consciousness was transmitted.

Nowadays, Shi Lei was someone who could walk into any place and have people bow and scrape, calling out "Young Master Shi," rather than having someone slap him on the shoulder and roar, "Stone, what are you doing?"