Volume 1, Chapter 164: Being Watched

Chu Ming chuckled softly and murmured, "What on earth is this girl up to?"
Having waited in the villa's living room for just a short while, Chu Ming received a message from Mu Feifei.
Glancing at his phone, Chu Ming stood up and headed to the third floor of the villa.
Looking at the tattered person covered from head to toe in rags, Sheng Qingxue felt an intense aversion in her heart, yet on the surface, she was forced to maintain an amiable smile—it could not possibly have been any more hypocritical.
Thanks to the field of vision provided by Li Fengchen, even though Ye Qingcheng's own line of sight was insufficient, she was still able to spot the distant Goblin Archmage.
This time, the two of them were terribly unlucky; just as they were about to change shifts, the sound of artillery fire rang out, effectively trapping them both simultaneously.
If gentle persuasion wouldn't work, then he would resort to moderate tactics—Zhang Qingshan was truly being pushed to his limits: since your elder self even brought out two packs of cigarettes, if I don't start speaking with some gravity now, my role in this matter will be entirely gone.
"Uh, why isn't your big brother dead?" It wasn't until this moment that Ye Qingcheng realized she actually hadn't died?
Zhang Qingshan shook his head; there was simply no way he could tell her that she had been tricked, bluffed, and coerced by him into agreeing.
The two clashed fiercely with a single blow. Instantly, terrifying streams of light scattered in all directions, branding themselves onto the void and tearing the firmament apart in a display of horror beyond measure.
"As a member of the Ronghua Society, Fifth Sister treats Ronghua so well, and Ronghua will surely repay this kindness handsomely." Li Ronghua became even more docile and obedient.
When the enemy was less than fifty meters away from the defense line, an order was barked out. In an instant, the deafening roar of guns and artillery erupted, jolting Zhang Qingshan awake and prompting him to quickly raise his rifle and take aim. It was precisely in that split second that the weapon gave Zhang Qingshan a sense of security.
He had assumed she was just speaking casually to appease her grandmother, but he never expected that she would actually go to meet potential suitors.
"What on earth is actually going on?" Seeing the Black Fish Monster remain silent, You Nuo felt a mix of curiosity and a trace of anxiety.
"Master, how should I respond to them?!" Dong Zhengshuan stood respectfully before Muimu Yingnian and asked.
The armored hedgehog rubbed against You Nuo's face, likely acting so affectionately because it had just lost its mother.
Yet after taking a look, he realized that the other party had no new tricks up their sleeve at all—it was still just that exact same free serving of tossed tomatoes in cold sauce, with nothing novel whatsoever.
That was something others could not yet fathom, but before a peerless swordsman like Ximen Chuixue, who was also a half-step Supreme Grandmaster, it still held very little practical use.
You Nuo's footsteps grew increasingly hurried because the weeping sound was becoming more and more real, resembling a child's helpless cries for help, so desperate and shrill that it stirred deep pity in anyone who heard it.
Logically speaking, Qiu Yang shouldn't have handed over such a fantastic show concept to them so casually, right?
Wizardmon: Jumpcat made its first appearance before Ling Feng, sporting all-blue fur, with bright, eerie emerald-green eyes.
Suddenly, with a loud "bang," a large foot kicked out fiercely, instantly sending the severed arm in his hand flying through the air.
Before he knew it, a pot of water had been completely consumed. Master Liang smiled and bid farewell to go home. Yun Zheng escorted Master Liang out of Dousha Village, watched them depart, and only then returned home to have Larou start preparing lunch.
The moment Wu Qiuhua finished speaking, she got straight to his feet and walked out. Before Di Shuye even had a chance to ask anything, she had already stepped out of Zhaoyang Pavilion, wound her way through various corridors and railings, and vanished at the far end of the covered walkway.
Vaguely guessing something, Di Shuye hurried forward and poured out half of the black particulate matter from the jade bottle. The moment it was dropped into the water, a violent churning erupted inside the wooden barrel, returning to complete calm in less than five seconds.
Jackie Chan nodded, indicating that he had formed a certain strategy, especially since he possessed far more film experience than Wang Yun! The reason he asked Wang Yun was simply because Wang Yun was standing at a different vantage point at the moment, allowing him to view issues from a naturally different perspective; seeking his input would help him gain even greater confidence.