Chapter 57: This Man Holds Deep Resentment

This waiting lasted a whole day. During this period, Huo Qiu officially began teaching Teng Yuji lightness kung fu. Teng Yuji practiced with extreme diligence; thanks to the foundation provided by the Fiery Jade Spiritual Root Soup and the Peach Blossom Swordplay, it was much easier than when she first started. Even so, by the end of the day, every bone in her body felt as though it was about to fall apart.

Was he bound to attract Yi Siling’s gaze no matter what? By relying on these diamonds? Who among anyone had Yi Siling ever looked at straight in the eyes tonight?

This was a private marina, specifically built to provide berthing and maintenance services for luxury private yachts and sailboats. Looking out, dozens of private luxury yachts of various specifications were moored there. As the moonlight poured down, the rising and falling sea waves were tinged with fragments of gold.

The Prince of Cheng had originally been gazing at his wife’s figure. Sensing Qingxu Zi’s look, he turned his head and nodded slightly toward Qingxu Zi, his gaze very gentle.

As for Shen Xiang’s situation, Ye Yunfei had already informed Ding Li. As to whether Ding Li decided to let Shen Xiang go or kill her, the decision rested entirely in Ding Li’s own hands.

Yet now, the family fortune the Zhao family had managed to accumulate owed well over half of its success to it, and Elder Zhao was truly reluctant to part with it.

One male and one female giant white tiger were locked in a fierce, inextricable battle with two brown bears, each reaching a length of fully two meters.

Country M went without saying; this time, sending the story to Lin Xia was purely for the sake of generating trending topics, and sure enough, the headlines of all the media outlets belonged to her.

Chen Gang was struck until stars danced before his eyes. Clutching his face in utter bewilderment, he wondered what on earth had happened to him and how he had managed to provoke disaster.

Xing Lian said nothing. She merely walked toward the window holding the mirror, kicked the windowsill open with one foot, and then extended the mirror outward.

Across the dark earth, outlaws and sorcerers of various nations existed; some pillaged along the roads, while others declared themselves kings of their own mountain strongholds, each carving up and dividing the territories.

The God of Mount Heng was the folk-revered God of Fire, Zhurong. Entrusted by the Yellow Emperor to guard Mount Heng, teach mortals the use of fire, and nurture all living things, he was buried at the Red Emperor Peak of Mount Heng after his death, and was locally revered as the Holy Emperor of the Southern Peak.

Having traveled all the way here, they had reached this hour of the night, so they simply headed straight for the black market first. By now, it was obviously too late to look for an inn or lodging, as the establishments did not operate on rotating day and night shifts, and before long, dawn would soon break anyway.

By this point, the situation had entered a phase of stalemate between the two sides. Yet overall, the Great Tang already held the dominant advantage, and pacifying the rebellion was merely a matter of time.

Liang Shan turned to look at Lan Fina, a trace of gratitude flashing in his eyes as he comforted her. Lan Fina wanted to persuade him further, but when she met Liang Shan’s burning gaze, a flutter of panic arose in her heart, leaving her to let Liang Shan remove her arm and follow Xu Ying away.

For an unfamiliar companion who had joined forces without permission and traveled for a long time without ever asking about the destination, Scorpion was slightly surprised, but he simply took it that the other person knew how to behave.

"Then will this kind of memory modification affect my personality?" Xing Tianyu asked non-committally.

This retort left Mu Qing completely at a loss for words, yet the fact of the matter truly was so. As the owner of Flying Snow Manor, if she declared that they were not open for business, naturally they would not be.

The sweet fruit scent that vanished from the tip of his nose stirred a trace of irritability within him. The soft sensation and voice from just a moment ago inexplicably ignited a desire for possession in his heart, especially those moist eyes and flushed cheeks.

She did not understand and could not detect anything unusual, but since the school board member himself had said so, there certainly had to be some reason behind it, right?

Once everyone was seated, Liu Hefeng first inquired about everyone’s names and began getting acquainted with them one by one.

"Why are you, this stubborn mule, even more blockheaded than old Zhou? I told you, this whole thing between us is just a misunderstanding! Stop hitting for a moment and listen to my explanation, won't you?" Lu Yun pleaded for mercy once more.

Although he looked ice-cold and possessed the expressionless face of someone devoid of emotional changes, he was actually a good person, and his inner self was far warmer than his exterior appearance.

To tell the truth, Lu Ping felt none of Dou Ke’s earnestness, because the reason he was dubbed the Sakuragi Hanamichi of the basketball club also stemmed partly from his low emotional intelligence, making him exceedingly oblivious to other people's dissatisfaction.

In the closed Spring Full Courtyard, the courtesan Gantang was completely intoxicated by the melodious tune, her three-thousand strands of hair fluttering with the warm summer breeze.

Upon entering the school, Gu Lu looked around. There were soccer and basketball fields with lovely greenery; the only flaw was that the front gate looked somewhat shabby.

Right in front of her newly wed husband and former fiancé, she was made to display the willful, temperamental, and ugly side of Chu Qingci.

Lu Mingfei held Furina’s delicate hand, strolling along the roadside in the night while speaking.

Yet Ye Li found it peculiar. Flying at his own speed for a full day and night, he had not even caught a glimpse of the sea's shadow, let alone any earthly paradise like Cloud-Water Village situated within it.

"I was wondering if I could persuade the Third Tsuchikage with a single sentence and make him hand the item over to me obediently..." Ruri scratched her hair and said.

As an island situated within a vast expanse of ocean, it differed in many ways from the continent of the Ninja World. Aside from lacking the position of "Daimyo" found among the Five Great Nations, their modes of livelihood, customs and appearances, and even technology were vastly different.

At this moment, Nie Tian was still a head shorter than the Spirit Realm Blood Father, yet the aura released from his body unexpectedly gave people the feeling that he had already surpassed the Spirit Realm Blood Father.

Gongsun Tai retrieved his own personal veiled face mask from his bosom, put on a pair of golden silk gloves, and only then stepped into the courtyard.

Qian Du walked step by step to Li Muyang’s side, using her frail body to shield Li Muyang as she spoke with a resolute expression.

After a long while, the density of the enemy's catapult stones finally began to slowly decrease. Wang Angji and several veteran soldiers beside him caught the nuance, and before the falling stones had completely stopped, they all ducked low and poked their heads out from the battlements, and the sight that met their eyes caused their hearts to sink involuntarily.

Driven by a thirst for power, three children braved almost certain death to come to the battlefield, solely to seek the legendary Sannin.

A cyan chakra blade slashed down from the high altitude, and the Flaming Fiend Bull also sensed the danger within this blade. It had no choice but to halt its counterattacks against other surrounding offensives, throwing its head back to let out an angry roar as it swung its massive flaming axes with all its might, violently clashing and cleaving against the chakra blade high in the air.

Tang Feng gazed indifferently at the unsmiling Ye Qian, who truly resembled a Confucian scholar as he generously walked toward his death.

At this moment, Huang Chang bore no resemblance to a benevolent father; instead, his face was filled with regret that he had not struck sooner.

Song Enhao looked at the people around him with an ashen and deeply humiliated complexion, because he saw the contemptuous and disdainful gazes of the crowd and did not know how to extricated himself from the awkward situation. If there had been a crack in the ground right then, he certainly would have crawled into it without the slightest hesitation.

However, he never anticipated that precisely because of this momentary lapse in judgment on his part, he would end up with a lifelong regret in the future. But that is a story for later.

"Clang, clang, clang—" The sounds of machetes colliding with steel pipes rang out as both sides fought with all their might to attack, knowing that otherwise neither would have a tomorrow.