Volume One, Chapter 37: She Really Is Attracted to Lu Changqing’s Looks

"Brother, I ran out of materials just now. You aren't hurt, are you?" Seeing Xue Dian gently pushed up and landing lightly on his feet without even a stumble, I knew he was perfectly fine. His current state was likely more of a psychological shock, so I smiled, placed my hands behind my back, signaled the end of the spar, and asked him directly.

This means that for a long time to come, the magic net on the Earth side will be a layer one hundred meters thick, rather than the spherical magic net found in the first alternate dimension.

"I must follow the elder brother's instructions and teach this profound martial art to Han Jin-yong!" he pondered to himself before sneaking into the bedroom shared by Han Chang-en, Feng Zhu, and Han Jin-yong.

"Incredible! She even broke my immobilization spell. I wonder which sect or school this fellow cultivator hails from?" Zhi Qiu Yi Ye watched as Jian Ning effortlessly shattered the spell, even neutralizing his own casting of it.

My heart screamed, and I was burning with anxiety, but no matter how much I accelerated, I could never close the distance between myself and Ma Bailong.

She trembled slightly, glanced at Lin Feng, and then looked outside. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and she bit down on her pearly teeth.

Mo Yi grabbed Sanqian Zhiye’s head with one hand and applied a slight pressure; his formidable physical strength was enough to crush the man’s skull into powder.

Why remind him? It sounded chaotic, turbulent, blood-surging, and uncontrollable—better not to know at all. So, he refused on the spot.

A bone-chilling cold. In that beautiful dream, he had kissed her face gently, but it was nothing more than a beautiful dream.

He had clearly promised that once this advertising design was finished, he would return to the country with her, go to her parents to propose, and then they would get married.

This game is indeed difficult to play. The hints given are erratic and confusing. Just when I feel the truth is about to surface, another massive trapdoor opens. If someone has a bad temper, they would truly be driven to a mental breakdown by this game.

One second you’re being scolded into a pulp by your mother, and the next you’re coming over to call me for dinner. You just stepped out of hell, and now you’re ready to ascend to heaven?

Guan Hongda frequently attended important meetings for the Sanzhu Group. Almost all the top executives knew about his illiteracy, and they had all heard rumors about him learning to read. Now that he brought it up himself, everyone understood the subtext and found it amusing.

Ye Wu looked up in astonishment, feeling rather perplexed. A martial artist at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining was challenging a fifth-level practitioner to a duel, and speaking so righteously about it.

Where did this demonic mental invasion come from? Who was acting in the shadows? Lin Nan glanced back in anger. Could this be a trap? Was the old man Lin Gu deliberately harming him?

One must know that the Supreme Elder is like a stabilizing pillar of the Ye family. He usually guards the Scripture Hall and never acknowledges the younger generation. Even though Ye Qingyu has entered and exited the hall so many times, the Supreme Elder has never even glanced in her direction.

"Lin Di, you... I really don't know whether to call you a fool or a genius!" Ling Qin frowned slightly, her eyes filled with a faint resentment.

Looking up, there were nearly a hundred fighter jets of various models; this was likely all the remaining military strength of Tokyo.

Before arriving, Katta only knew that Su Ye had captured a group of people, but he had no idea if they had already been subjected to special treatment. If Su Ye had already crippled them, it would be a disaster.

"Ouch! Alright, I get it. I was just saying. But I can draw some normal landscapes and portraits of the people at the Naval Base to sell; consider it a way to record the traces of our lives there," Bei Zhai said, clutching her head.

Zhang Wuji arrived at Zhou Village quite early. Today, he was the groom, and he was to marry Zhou Yuanyuan, so he had to get dressed up.

This was thanks to his Art of the North-Ming, which allowed him to infinitely absorb the internal energy of others. Although he hadn't absorbed anyone's energy during his time at the Wudang Sect, the Taiji Plaza on Tianzhu Peak naturally condensed the surrounding spiritual energy, which was more than enough.

The only credit card with a ten-thousand-dollar limit, which she had opened in her own name, had already been maxed out.

"Yeah, it's pretty good. Sister Qi's acting is excellent, and I've learned a lot from her," Zhang Buque said with a smile after kissing Lin Xiaoxiao's short pink hair. Their voices were very low, as if afraid to break the atmosphere.

Following Zhang Buque, Lin Xiaoxiao got to know many great actors and directors—people she could never have reached before. It is no exaggeration to say that these individuals were the absolute elite of the entertainment industry.

After finishing dinner, I took out a low-end smartphone that came as a gift for topping up my phone plan and opened the Qidian Author app to start writing.

I was even more surprised. Now that I had nothing left, not even any remaining value to him, why did he still need to put on such an act?

After all, Song Yunxuan had always been her mortal enemy. Now that this thorn in her side was inside the Song family, it wasn't strange for her to use these kinds of tactics.

I also knew I shouldn't have gotten involved. In the past, I wouldn't have. But when I saw Brother Ming raising that bottle, I didn't think—I just acted, as if seeking justice for the oppression I had once suffered myself.

He rose slowly and glanced at the bed. Hmm, sure enough, the layout was different from his room, and there was no one on the bed now.

Netizens were in an uproar, all incredibly curious. On one hand, they were terrified that they had truly encountered a ghost. On the other, they were dying to know what had been seen.

Of course, there were bound to be those who weren't happy, but Ye Xuan made a few small moves, and these people didn't dare to refuse anymore; they obediently gave up their spots.

On this side, the golden giant palm of the War God had completely swallowed the Flame Dragon. The palm grew twice as large, but Lin Feng already felt he couldn't control it anymore; the energy was simply too vast.

"Captain Ukitake, I want to ask you: if you had to choose between the Soul Society and the thing most important to you, which would you choose?" Lin Ming looked at Jushiro Ukitake very earnestly.

Blood splattered on the ground. Lin Desheng fell, leaning against his son's legs. A smile still hung on the corners of his mouth—a smile filled with unspeakable irony.

Surrounding that massive ice peak was an endless, deep blue ocean, which seemed to have become an insurmountable chasm between the continent and the great peak.

Slumped on the ground, Xia Yu lay atop him, blood constantly spilling from her mouth, her face pale and listless.

Hun Mei suddenly adopted a delicate, coy demeanor, making me unable to help but feel tender toward her.