Volume One, Chapter 42: The Moment I Saw Anna, I Wanted to Marry Her!

With these words, Su Wanhua stood up and pulled Si Jinnian toward the door.
However, Si Jinnian did not move.
"Jinnian, let's go."
Under Su Wanhua's gaze, Si Jinnian gently brushed away the hand holding his arm, slowly stood up, and pressed Su Wanhua back down into her seat.
Whenever his master wished to speak of the past, he would always brush it off with the excuse of being too busy with official duties or heavy cultivation. In his view, one need not dwell on the past; rather, one should live in the present and reach toward the future.

Seeing his master in such a state, Song Kui did not dare to delay a moment longer. He hastily helped the Earl of Annan to his feet, wrapped him in a heavy cloak, and the two hurried toward the Grand Marshal's mansion.

Behind Ye Hao, the faceless martial avatar raised its head and gazed for a moment at the avatar behind the yellow donkey.
This commotion even alerted Zhang Erdao and a few other village cadres, who came to Li Feng's house to inquire about the vegetable procurement.

To outsiders, this looked like a boyfriend playing along and showing support, but Shao Jiang remained indifferent, acting as if nothing had happened at all. He maintained a distance from Julian, as though they were strictly in a teacher-student relationship, avoiding even any superfluous interaction.

This brat was utterly detestable, striking with such ruthless viciousness! The instant she fell into unconsciousness, her sole thought was that once she got out, she would surely skin Ye Fan alive, break his bones, and beat him mercilessly—refusing to stop until he was dead.

As the camera drew closer, Chu Feng could clearly make out the jar on the table, as well as the other items placed around it.

Usually, He enjoyed wearing a warm smile, but today a rare look of solemnity hung upon His face.

Hearing this, Julian's expression shifted, her cheeks flushing red with anger: This freshman was clearly doing it on purpose.

Yet Wu Yun Shao Jiang appeared completely unmoved, stubbornly holding fast to his own convictions.

Yet how could this person appear before the Astral Pagoda? When an event as solemn and momentous as the opening of the Astral Pagoda and the ascension trials was right before their eyes, how could such an incongruous entity enter their field of vision?

At the end of the dense ocean of soldiers stood a temporarily erected platform, upon which lay the remains of Heracles.

"Judging by what you say, it causes no harm to the human body." Nian Yichen's tone was calm, betraying no trace of his emotions.

While the others were out searching, this group sat here discussing countermeasures, guessing at the possible hiding place of Master Jingmi.

To someone of her realm and strength, twenty years was merely a snap of the fingers, seemingly no different from twenty days.

Only a capable commander can cultivate fine subordinates. One must ask, if even the commander is this weak and incompetent, how much capability could his men possibly possess?

Gazing out the window at the red maple leaves that seemed as though they would never wither, she thought to herself that she could still see the red maple leaves before her death.

"Tell me, how much silver is a single drop of My blood worth?" An Honghan produced a handkerchief and wiped away a drop of blood welling from his fingertips.

"You may only sell this dried meat exclusively to the Wanfuchun House; it must never be supplied to anyone else." Shopkeeper Fu intended to monopolize the market for this dried meat.

Sina actually quite liked the cuisine of Qingsong—not only were there a great variety of dishes, but the flavors were exceptionally good. Now that matters had been settled, she felt in the mood to eat.

From the clash of their previous moves, he could sense a power no less inferior to his own shattering his pride-inspiring demonic magic, and the principles governing that power felt both somewhat familiar and deeply strange.

After bustling about all day, Ruyi was also a bit tired. She emptied the medicinal herbs from the paper package into the boiling pot and covered it with the lid.

The moment Lu Yingquan's voice fell, the Hall of Everlasting Light grew even quieter, especially for Gu Qingming, whose inner shock lingered long and refused to calm.

Li Hexian opened his mouth and unleashed the Astral Thunder Sound, sending a streak of lightning shooting straight out from between his lips, which pierced straight through the center of the Blood Lotus Sect disciple's face with a deafening crash.