Volume 1, Chapter 155: Yun Cheng Goes on a Rampage

Whenever Chu Shang thought of that stubborn child, who shed tears of pain yet clenched his teeth tightly without uttering a single word or even a groan, his heart would clutch with a sharp, wrenching ache.

"Why? Why be so good to me?" She was truly somewhat touched. Were everyone in his family an angel, with the exception of the silent one? You know, he is Satan.

After finishing the exams on the afternoon of July 1st, Zhao Hui walked out of the school gate and instantly saw Li Zhenguo straddling a bicycle, parked on the roadside right in front of the gate. He saw Zhao Hui, looking at her with a peculiar expression, his eyes red. Zhao Hui did not know the reason and felt too shy to ask, so she mounted her bicycle and rode home.

Tong Wanle and Noble Consort Tong seemed naturally attuned to one another. Ever since their eyes met, their relationship became unthinkably close.

Therefore, he did not waste any more time and directly had Coulson bring Wang Dalì before him.

Back then, Yinreng was an ignorant child, and Kangxi naturally indulged him immensely, always willing to coax him.

After Sertu was reassured by Yinreng's words, he turned to ask in a roundabout way when the East Palace might expect a legitimate heir.

Among the people in this room, she and Liu Mengyan had inhaled the scent the longest. How could Madam Shen's expression not change? She anxiously rushed to tend to Liu Mengyan under the quilt, but in her haste, she yanked away the quilt, eliciting a startled scream from Liu Mengyan.

"Xiran, the sports day is about to begin. In a few days, you and Yexuan should go to the street to buy some props needed for the entrance ceremony," Teacher Wu said while handing the bouquet of flowers into my hands.

Chu Jiajia stuttered for once. She had almost blurted out the somewhat suggestive words, "I just couldn't help myself." Fortunately, in the end, she managed to keep her cool.

With so many people, he barely had time to cook every day, let alone do manual labor. During the first couple of days of taking it on, he was worried sick.

The instant the bodyguard's fist struck out, Dishentian did not even blink. He casually reached out one hand and firmly grabbed the man's arm.

Fu Chen staggered over to a stele without any inscription, squatted down, and used his sleeve to wipe away the moisture on the stone.

"Did you just ask me what my name is? I'll tell you now, my name is Long Xiaotian." After saying this to Li Feng, Long Xiaotian and his entourage departed under the guidance of Shen Wanzan.

The Heavenly Prince stumbled, black smoke venting from his seven facial orifices and transforming into the shapes of wailing, clawing vengeful spirits.

The doctor kept flattering with a smile, swallowing his anger and daring not speak out. Glancing at the two supercars parked nearby, he could not help thinking: *Damn it, if I drove a car like that, would I be any slower than you?*

Calling upon Liqin and taking along several capable ancient clan warriors, the group rushed directly to a certain location in the State of Wei.

The tone of Void Devouring Flame remained calm. With a single wave of his large sleeve, the entire Medicine Realm began to tremble violently.

Late at night, the sound of drums shook the heaven and earth at the Chang'an Grand Drill Ground. Hearing the roll of drums, all the generals resting in their encampments quickly donned their battle armor and rushed to the central command tent. They were somewhat perplexed—wasn't the army not supposed to set out until tomorrow morning?

Yet just as he sat in that black carriage rolling toward "home," before he even had a chance to ask what had happened, an overwhelming and eerie wave of sleepiness surged into his mind.

A thin crescent moon originally hung in the sky when a brilliant, silent Milky Way suddenly drifted across, instantly eclipsing the moonlight's radiance.

"It's broken," Han Mengmeng said, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Sure enough, the fierce brawl in the dark alley had caused Han Mengmeng's phone to give up the ghost the moment she fell.

"Interesting. They are flying the banner of Grolont, so why are his family's wolf cavalry nowhere to be seen?" Qianshuiqing suddenly asked.

"You win." This fellow had not been knocked unconscious by the bamboo sword Qu Zhiheng flung away, and slowly climbed to his feet. However, his hand involuntarily reached up to touch his head. Although there was no broken skin or bleeding, a huge bump had risen.

And now, it clearly made Qu Zhiheng suspect whether he had gone to the wrong place. The entire office building had been completely repainted and renovated, leaving no trace of the passage of time. The company signs previously put up by other firms were entirely gone. From top to bottom were seven gilded characters: Li's Group Subsidiary.

Aside from those with military merits, those eligible for peerage titles included the descendants of Confucius in Qufu holding the title of Duke Yansheng, as well as imperial sons-in-law and maternal relatives who received residential estates through imperial grace, [though they were given the decree without the certificate]—meaning they were registered nobility.

The others hurriedly asked Dapeng to teach them as well. Since Dapeng could not impart the technique to each of them individually, he merely explained some of the underlying principles, allowing everyone to gain their own comprehension. Shortly after he finished speaking, the sound of a door opening came from outside.

The four-legged mechanical automaton sprinted forward, engaging in a life-or-death battle with the corpse-dissolving demon. Unfazed by the black toxic gas spewing from the opponent's mouth, it fought brilliantly and fiercely.

"Remember, use your brain when you speak from now on," Peng Zhiguo said without turning his head, and walked out of the control room.

At the time, the Prince of Zhennan also felt something was amiss, but since the fellow surnamed Qin was dead, the city didn't need to be massacred. Being in high spirits, he didn't pursue the matter further. Thinking back now, that incident couldn't be clearer. Besides, if Yizi and Yifeng hadn't colluded and covered for each other, how could Yifeng have had such indefensible excuses?

The tri-colored flame instantly split the massive boulder in two, and the sound of the stone shattering echoed across the sky. The cleaved rock split in opposite directions, crashing sideways—one half smashing toward one side, and the other hurling toward Bo Jian's location.

"D... Damnable! Find him out!!" The expression on the face of the wildly laughing mysterious figure froze, because at that moment he sensed that the soul contract of the Phoenix Blade had not been severed at all.