Volume 1, Chapter 33: Not a Dream
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Shen Qingqing was just about to make her request when her phone suddenly began to ring.
She remembered turning off the sound before bed last night.
Puzzled, Shen Qingqing turned her head and saw her phone on the bedside table.
The screen currently displayed: Find My Device ringtone.
She immediately realized that Xu Mingxuan was using the device-finding function to locate her phone.
She was about to reach out and silence it when Mo Lingcheng stretched out his long arm and beat her to it.
He did not turn off the phone. Instead, he pressed the button to stop the ringtone.
Very soon, Xu Mingxuan called.
Mo Lingcheng lowered his eyes and met Shen Qingqing’s panicked gaze.
He slightly raised his thumb and slid across the answer button. At the same time, he switched on the speaker—
With a sudden puff and the sound of tearing silk, He Guanzi’s voice abruptly weakened. As he lowered his head, a gleaming sword tip had pierced through his chest from behind. The light vanished from his eyes in an instant, and his neck could no longer straighten.
“I know I was wrong, County Magistrate Sun. From now on, I guarantee I won’t drink at noon anymore,” Director Zhang vowed solemnly.
After remaining in one place for too long, people could easily lose the sense of vigilance that came from living in peace while preparing for danger. Xu Gongming’s idea was certainly a good one, but this was not the Central Plains.
Those who had heard of that great battle wisely kept their mouths shut, for even in Ghost State they had heard rumors about that arm.
Chu Beige was a member of the Chu family, after all. The Chu family’s reputation was worth more than ten thousand Qi-Gathering Pills—indeed, even a hundred thousand could not buy it. Naturally, Chu Beige would not make baseless claims.
Angelique kept her eyes tightly shut. Her tears had long since dried, leaving two tracks down her flushed cheeks.
Of course, Zhang Yi would show no mercy to those compatriots who specialized in bullying their own people and those traitors who did nothing but harm others. Since the King of Hell refused to take you, I, Zhang Yi, will deal with you myself, he thought.
Hearing such childish words, Zhang Yi found them foolishly endearing. He did not intend to kill anyone just yet. One reason was that someone frightened of Zhang Xiu’s family had gone into hiding; the other was that he did not want to reveal his strength too soon.
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It was deathly silent inside, and no one answered. Yi Zhongqing pressed his ear against the door once more and listened. It really did seem as though no one was inside.
Sylvanas gazed at the magnificent mage tower, pondered for a moment, then waved a hand behind her. The Spellbreakers filed in one after another.
When that powerful, almost heaven-defying summoned creature appeared, the pupils of Imperial Sunset slowly widened.
Thinking of the matter concerning the Key to the Demon Realm, everyone’s hearts were inevitably cast under a few more shadows. In theory, although the people of the Boundless Immortal Palace had always been at odds with the Penglai Immortal Realm, they should not have helped the demons. Turning the living beings of the Voidworld Continent into victims of war did not seem to benefit them either.
Xia Jie was just about to forcefully decline Morville’s “kind hospitality” when he suddenly felt a chill throughout his body and shuddered violently. Bai let out a shriek as well. Instinctively, he shot into the sky, transforming into a streak of white light in an attempt to flee.
When they arrived at the factory, Yang Manshi had already handed the entire factory over to Wang Yilong and introduced him to several of its key managers. Thus, the moment Wang Yilong entered, Factory Manager Liu Miaorong came forward to greet him.
After finishing all this, the workers gazed reluctantly at everything inside the factory before leaving through the factory gates one after another.
Cape Chasing the Wind did not dare meet her head-on. She could only retreat two steps in succession, avoiding the second and third attacks. However, the first grazed her neck and blasted away 32,520 health points, instantly leaving her with only half her health.
That evening, the guests who came to Phoenix Club for entertainment were surprised to see several new kinds of drinks on the beverage shelves. They were brightly colored and dazzlingly vivid, extremely pleasing to the eye.
To be honest, there was no need to be modest about this cloak. It was a physical-defense cloak with fairly high physical and magical resistance, a large bonus to attributes, as well as health regeneration and increased movement speed—a piece of equipment that physical-class players found difficult to give up.
The two sections of the opposite wall suddenly slid apart automatically. A hidden door appeared before everyone’s eyes. Kong He was about to rush over, but Jiang Qicai hurriedly grabbed him and shook his head.
Their idea was simple: while Jiang Fan was away from the capital, they intended to replace the dynasty and install a prince they could control as emperor.
But she had overlooked one thing: would the ruler in Changle Palace, within the imperial city of Jiangdu—the man who stood at the pinnacle of power in the human realm—be willing to watch the sects grow stronger?
At dusk, the stewards of the Wang, Zhou, Xing, and Lin families came to the door to add to Meng Qianqian’s dowry. Each family brought twenty dan, all carefully selected by several of the madams.
But originally, in his eyes, it had been merely the power of the Wind of Elements. After all, the Wind of Elements was an extremely common form of power.
Once any medicinal herb had been fumigated with sulfur, its medicinal properties would be greatly reduced, or even rendered completely useless. It could also harm the body.
Mr. Jin wore a dark suit with a trench coat over it. His hair was arranged with immaculate precision, giving him the unmistakable air of a business elite.
The Beast-Taming Elder was somewhat helpless. As Jiang Jiang’s master, he could naturally see at a glance how she felt about Tao Zui.
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“After the New Year, when the house in Splendid Garden is handed over at the end of February, your father and I have decided to renovate it properly. We expect to move in by the end of this year. As for the other houses and storefronts, we’ll give them simple renovations and rent them out,” Ning Yuzhen said.
After all, if taxes were mainly paid in grain, the transportation costs alone would be extremely high, not to mention the losses incurred along the way. That was why regions everywhere converted grain and fodder into tax silver.
“You know what I’m asking, don’t you?” Normally, whenever someone entered a private hot-spring room, the attendant would hang a sign outside reading, “Occupied. Please do not disturb.”
Seeing that the attack he had been condensing for a long time was nearing completion, a grim smile appeared at the corners of the old man’s mouth. He then raised his eyes and looked toward where the young man stood.
He shook his head at Big Head, meaning that he did not want him to make a fuss. When he nodded at him, it meant: I saw it too, and I know about it as well.
“I told you, whether she’s upset has nothing to do with me.” Leng Dichen remained as cold as ever.
The Beast Transformation Armor had already reached its adult stage, yet it had not changed at all in terms of increasing his strength. He did not know how much strength other people’s Beast Transformation Armor provided, nor when his own would enter its second form.
“Wonderful. Now that we know her ability, we’ll know how to guard against it,” Hang Yi said.
The muscles on Huyan Lin’s body looked powerful and well-developed, but they had not yet reached the level of producing a terrifying visual impact. He merely looked very strong. At present, he was breathing heavily and punching slowly, but every punch was executed with complete seriousness—utterly meticulous.
“I’m turning off the light.” Seeing Yan Duo’er lying beside him, Leng Dichen spoke softly.
“Brother Qingshui, well done! We were just saying that, apart from Brother Qingshui, there’s no one in this prefectural city worthy of our Sister Mu Qing.” A young man chuckled. He was Mu Qing’s younger cousin.
Although he was suspicious, Yan Shouyi still accepted the other person’s friend request without hesitation.
A familiar red motorcycle sped past. The rider turned his head and glanced at Yan Shouyi, then was so startled that he nearly lost control of the handlebars.
In the southeastern region of the Dinglong Mountains, this was also the outermost part of the range’s circular perimeter. The peaks still rose more than ten thousand meters high.
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