Volume 1, Chapter 44: She Has Nyctophobia, Which Is Why She's Afraid of the Old Bastard

She walked at a leisurely pace.

One had to admit that the design of the Embracing Moon Pavilion was quite ingenious. The entire restaurant was built with two adjacent multi-story pavilions, connected in the middle by a sky bridge staircase.

Resembling an arched bridge, as people walked up the steps, a gentle breeze blew by, blending with the fragrance of the flowers placed on both sides, carrying a fresh and elegant scent.

"Aren't you a lightweight who gets drunk on a single glass?" Kim Taeyeon snatched the wine glass right out of Yong Jinyan's hand, while he had already gulped down the entire contents.

As Jung Hae-il, hailed as the number one manager in all of South Korea, Yong Jinyan actually felt he was inferior to Hwangbo Won. After securing this drama for him, he had simply thrown him onto the cast and crew, and until now, he didn't even know this manager's phone number.

"Heh. Tonight, let's turn Dianhao Entertainment City into a hellish domain for the Black Dragon Gang in LS City. Have all the heads under the Lighthouse Faction arrived?" Tang Yulong asked.

"There's no need for that, is there? It'll be done by morning, and in the afternoon I'm going to the company!" Li Tian looked at Zhou Min and said.

Zhuge Liang knew very well that the primary forces holding actual sway in Xiangyang were of three kinds: first, the officials holding local political power, to which Liu Biao belonged; second, the local aristocratic and powerful clans, principally represented by the Kuai and Cai families; and the third force consisted of the local scholars and recluses, represented by figures such as Pang Degong, Huang Chengyan, Sima Hui, and others.

Therefore, when that high-grade Saint God faced my attack, it came so suddenly that he simply had no surplus energy to cope with it. He could only rely on his own defensive power to resist for the time being.

"Pfft—" When Kwon Yuri's and Yong Jinyan's gazes met, they couldn't help but burst into laughter, recalling how just moments before they had been haggling over who should actually touch that thing. It was utterly, ridiculously comical to the core.

Therefore, after bidding farewell to Luo Qingxin, even if You Zun could not be said to be beaming with joy, he nonetheless found Yao Zhao and Han Dong with high-spirited energy.

The refresh rate of posts in the forums had noticeably dropped a notch, feeling even more desolate than when Yong Jinyan hadn't announced anything about his new album.

Forty high-level God Emperors, holding the banner flags of the isolation grand array, sealed off the entire Demon King Mountain.

This was a wisp of soul consciousness belonging to him. Using this as a guide, he wanted to see where the soul essences of these demonic beasts had all gone.

"I'm... fine..." Her lifeless pupils suddenly flashed with a strange brilliance at this moment—joy, fulfillment, peace of mind—yet without warning, she spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood. The dazzling, vivid crimson slowly trickled down her slender neck.

Xiao Kuang smiled, a genuine smile. Yun Muyu was simply too innocent, foolishly allowing herself to be completely and utterly devoured by him.

Liu Yi and Yun Lang's group of four had no idea how they activated the killing array, but as the time drew increasingly near, the silk fabric almost entirely vanished, and all the liquid inside the cave floated to the surface.

Touching the plaster cast on her arm, it hurt so much. When he hit people, had he ever considered her feelings?

Besides, with the child's grandmother, maternal grandmother, and Grandma Chen actually at home, Su Linglu still had a much easier time than her husband.

Walking through the foyer, she unconsciously lightened her footsteps. As Yun Muyu was about to head upstairs, she heard Xia Rong directing the maids to dust.

"Scared me to death..." Miao Kudi patted her chest in a stroke of fortune, though she didn't know why she had to run away, she figured it might be the effect of her previous memories.

True enough, the Sword Spring was saturated with immortal laws and celestial Qi, and wielding a soul sword in his hand, this compounding of power naturally possessed a might that an incomplete demonic beast could never withstand.

At that moment, Su Yang hung up his call inside the hotel and dialed directly to Ye Daji instead.

Calling it seclusion was actually just an excuse for Qingfeng to use the precious mirror to travel to other worlds to increase his strength, hoping that when he finally made formal contact with the other party, both sides could converse on an equal footing.