Volume 1, Chapter 27: Lu Hongzhao’s Restaurant

Arranging for Chu Du to assist Zuo Yi would surely leave the latter feeling dissatisfied. However, he intended to offer Chu Du some guidance while also using Zuo Yi’s hand to temper him; Chu Du possessed talent, yet he was not particularly brilliant when it came to commanding troops in battle.

Amenities included a gym, a karaoke room, a dance studio, and even a room fully stocked with his favorite musical instruments.

Seeing that Jin Ya was no longer in sight, Qing Ling walked beside Mu Yi and spoke to He Xi, who was leading the way.

Amidst the chatter of the workers, the wooden sailboat weighed anchor and followed the tide back toward the Sang Family Dock.

Blood splattered everywhere. Milky-white brain matter erupted as he stomped down with force. Under his foot, everything was reduced to a pulp; Hawkeye’s head had been turned into a puddle of mush.

Ma Xian bit her lower lip, her snow-white teeth contrasting against her red lips. There was an indescribable sorrow on her face, making it impossible for even the hardest-hearted person to harbor thoughts of hurting her, and Yuan Zhenxia was, at his core, a man of soft heart.

As voices sounded, figures descended from the sky one after another; over a dozen disciples of the Nether Soul Devouring Shadow Sect landed behind Li Xun.

Since Gonzalez was "not in good form" today, Everson took over the banner as the core of Benfica's attack. However, Davis’s tenacity was exceptional, and the Brazilian’s flair suddenly appeared mediocre in the face of the "Wild Boar."

Just as the team members were about to celebrate the equalizer, the linesman raised his flag at an inopportune moment to signal that Ronaldo was offside, rendering the goal invalid.

Zhou Shan said, "Master Huoyan, I have no reason to trip you up now. I believe you want to go to Qingyang Mountain even more than I do." After hearing Zhou Shan's words, the Marquis looked toward Huoyan and noticed that Huoyan’s expression had turned somewhat grim.

However, before the Running Man members could even check their own attribute panels, a sudden anomaly occurred.

Zhao Tong and Zhao Guang remained much calmer, shielding Han Liang on both sides while cautiously watching the surrounding soldiers.

It was that same Sword Marrow spiritual treasure; no matter the nature of the Four-Eyed man’s domain, it could traverse through it. Anything that blocked its path was severed—nothing was spared, nothing left behind. To touch it was to be destroyed; there was no room for mercy.

This was hardly the atmosphere one would expect from a sect; it felt more like the bustling, ornate heart of a prosperous imperial capital.

This was because You Jingyan truly had no heart for business anymore; otherwise, the mere issuance of these "Jiaozi" banknotes could have earned him a fortune.

Facing the overwhelming swarm of Winged Fire Snakes, Chu Feng decided to redeem a truly formidable skill from the system mall.

"Creak..." The city gates were thrown open, and hundreds of Japanese soldiers, led by several samurai, charged out. These were men Bai He had recruited in Kansai; they felt no psychological burden in slaughtering the people of Kanto.

Then Bai Sen went back to tormenting Oga’s tail. What should have been a three-minute battle was dragged out by Bai Sen for fifteen minutes. The brutal method of slaughter made Chun shudder, yet she was not afraid; Bai Sen had never shown hostility toward his family, so she had nothing to fear.

Han Wei nodded. It was largely in line with what he knew of Yu Jin from history, though he wondered how he had come to be acquainted with Zang Ba.

In truth, Lin Xuan had gone easy on the Octopus King; otherwise, a one-shot kill would have easily drawn unwanted attention.

Du Ziwei’s question left her baffled. How old was Xia Wuyi? How could something from so long ago have anything to do with him?

"Neither side feels awkward? I don't think so. I’m not the least bit awkward." Lin Xuan continued to scan his surroundings with genuine curiosity.

This Golden Core sect was in decline, its Golden Core ancestor near the end of his lifespan and plagued by hidden illnesses, while the sect itself suffered from a lack of successor talent.

If they had established a separate residence outside, she could have invited that immortal to stay with her.

He wore a look of astonishment, glancing back and forth at Moore several times before finally focusing his gaze on Moore’s hand.

He only needed to follow the step-by-step instructions and press the button simultaneously with Kasahara once the three indicator lights lit up.

"But what if I insist?" Lin Xuan automatically ignored the rest of Yu Die’s sentence and let his hand wander once more.

Thinking this, Zhang Jingyun’s resolve became firmer than ever. Although he possessed a long, enduring lifespan and could easily live for a thousand years, this was, after all, not the Dao of Immortality.

He scooped her up and sat her on the table, then opened the food container and served the meal.

This Blue Lotus was truly delusional; dreaming of becoming the Empress—she was overreaching. Nangong Liuyun was already devoted beyond measure to Shangguan Mu'er.

She had never had family, so she had never had the chance to demand things from parents with the confidence other children possessed.

When steel prices fell, banks began to withdraw loans from related industrial enterprises. Some did not just stop lending; they even called in existing loans ahead of schedule.

"Let’s look for clues ourselves first," Jiang Weifeng said, already beginning to search the room thoroughly.

She had been with him for the past two days, but he didn't seem to have gone out at all. Could he have bought it before arriving?

Her hand was clenched tight, her slender nails digging deep into her palm. Yet, in this moment, she felt not a hint of pain.

"Heh, do you take me for someone who shrinks back at the sight of difficulty? Besides, I need Black Spirit Stones now. Without them, the Jade Pavilion is nothing but a decoration. Furthermore, traveling between our various alien races requires Black Spirit Stone teleportation," Jun Moxie said.

Although I told myself that if I could dream of the Ghost King, I might be able to master the use of the formation flags, the method was simply too unreliable, and I was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

I leaned in to take a look and discovered that there wasn't even a single drop of ink on the rice paper; it was as if he hadn't yet decided what to write.

I saw the First Mistress’s personal maid, Nanny Chen, being pressed against the filthy railing by a brawny carriage driver. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes had been torn at the chest, and her well-maintained neck was covered in red marks.

Of course, this was also because Mu Qiqi had never intended to truly enter the Shen family, nor had she ever thought of living in harmony with them.

I looked at the signature in surprise. How could it be such a coincidence? The house where my master had once exorcised ghosts now had a new owner who had sent us a plea for help.

Seeing her run, the man in black hurriedly shouted, "She’s here! She’s running!" They scrambled in pursuit.

However, to Feng Muxing’s ears, this sounded as if Jing Hua were acting like a country bumpkin on her first trip to the city, simply because her poverty had never given her the chance to experience the life of the upper-class nobility.

Colorful cars drove out from every direction, the roar of engines shaking the sky, and the parking lot was more than half empty in an instant.

Sheng Xiao’s words were laden with deep meaning, but Old Master Shen was not yet in a position to grasp it.

Seeing that Jing Hua was about to turn and walk out of the hospital room, Leng Mochen had no choice but to adopt his authoritative posture as a General and call her back in a tone that brooked no argument.