Volume 1, Chapter 45: Liu Jun Proves His Loyalty

"Alright..." Ai Yimo put her hand down, failing to notice the flash of displeasure in his eyes.

Even before Long Kui finished his bowl of noodles and returned, Tongtong had already gone back to her own room.

With that, she lowered her eyes and continued applying nail polish, completely turning a deaf ear to Yin Mengli's words.

Forget it, she had lost all reason anyway; food was what she wanted to choose. Right now, nothing could distract Yin Mengli better than food.

Old Mrs. Li had nothing particular to do after dinner, and with Qiao Muwan, her prospective daughter-in-law, keeping her company, she eagerly asked the family driver to prepare the car. After Qiao Muwan finished dinner, she went with her prospective granddaughter-in-law to the Teng family estate.

"Thank you, Elder Sister." Gu Yuanmu took the box. It was somewhat heavy, but what weighed more than the box itself was not its contents, but the familial affection and trust between relatives.

"Why did you say those things to Momo? And how did you know about my acquisition of the Yin Corporation?" Luo Qifang picked up a photograph, his fingers gently tracing over Yichun's smiling face.

Since Teng Shaoyan had now taken the initiative to say he had something to tell her, she could guess that it probably had to do with Li Qishen's inexplicable discomfort this time.

Fearing that Su Manning might spot her, Yin Mengli buried her head low and slowly shifted her chair to turn her back to Su Manning, hoping she wouldn't be noticed.

Gu Yuanmiao helped herself to a bowl of fish soup and sat quietly without moving. As for whether the person had woken up or not, couldn't he see for himself?

Throughout history, however, slaying ten or more enemies in a single battle was still relatively rare. Even for Cheng Jiuye and his batch of veteran generals around Li Er, including those founding generals of the dynasty, it was extremely difficult to kill ten or more enemies in a single engagement.

Of course, whether this would turn out to be a blessing or a disaster depended entirely on Luo Bei's own grasp of the situation; the opportunity was already there.

Having muddled his way onto the battlefield and being forced to fight the Turks just to stay alive, he had then somehow muddled his way into military achievements. Now, even if he wanted to run away, it was hardly possible anymore.

Nobody wanted to spend three years in a prison cell. Although Mao Ju was dark-hearted and ruthless, the thought of that three-year prison sentence still filled him with terror, making him feel as though the end of the world had arrived. Before his eyes, everything was pitch black, darker even than the darkest night.

Huang Di cursed under his breath, yet he knew very well what he was doing. With a flash of his figure, he tucked in his wings and darted diagonally backward, having already unleashed the fire spirit from his palm.

Zhang Fan possessed astonishing hearing and caught the sound instantly. Without waiting for Nalan Ruobing to reply, he turned his head and looked back toward the direction of the cave.

If Ghost Half-Immortal were to learn of this matter, his jaw would surely drop in utter disbelief. How could the Blood-Melting Heavenly Art have turned out like this? Although he had never practiced this cultivation technique himself, theoretically speaking, such a thing was simply impossible.

After adjusting my breathing through several cycles, I began to survey the place where I had been brought. It looked like a basement, with high up on both sides of the walls installed a few light tubes emitting a dim, yellowish glow, which had evidently not been turned on for a very long time.

Further down lay a deep-sea trench, pitch black within. Even the power of the primordial spirit was unable to probe into it, encountering immense resistance.

"It seems he has already boarded a plane and left! We never even saw his true face!" the man in black reported truthfully.

"Heh heh, look at that, went down to the river to catch a water monkey," he said, shaking the tree branch on his shoulder.

The night passed uneventfully. At three o'clock the next morning, Zhang Tianyou woke up early. When he walked downstairs, he gently knocked on Old Sun's door. "Is that Tianyou?" Old Sun's voice came from inside the room.

Meanwhile, the Sword of Absolute Annihilation was spinning rapidly within Aochen's body, infusing wisps and strands of vital breath into him to help repair his heavily battered physique.

"That's right, I am the great Demon Lord, Your Majesty Demogorgon!" This was the voice of the rational head.

"Sixth Brother, did Deacon Murong call you over for something?" Seeing Lingfeng emerge, Lu Sen hurriedly asked.

Right there amidst the ruins, they searched helplessly and laboriously through every single intersection. Even if it was not an intersection, even if it were merely a fault line or a fissure, they still faced it without fear.

She had always treated this fellow well, yet whenever she needed him, he was nowhere to be found. She could only call out for Diandian, but still received no reply.

Five experts closed in around him, yet Wei Yang only laughed heartily as the warlike blood within him boiled continuously, surging through every fiber of his body. Today, he was going to slaughter saint-level powerhouses.

Positioned two meters in front of the middle-aged man's statue was an ice-crystal-carved chair, upon which sat a youth wearing a silver mask. The youth's eyes were a striking mix of purple and white, exuding an eerie, otherworldly allure.

Liang Chen and Ye Zipu were slightly startled, neither expecting Huang Long's reaction to be so intense. In Liang Chen's view, the matter should simply be glossed over by playing dumb. After all, he was a friend of Huang Long's; for friendship's sake, there was no need to put Huang Long in an awkward position in the middle.

Instantly, the killing power of the purple treasure bottle surged forth, directly blasting Ye Liu away and leaving him covered in bloody gashes as he crashed to the ground.

"Except for what?" Dongfang Yi caught the hesitation in Luo Yixuan's voice. A man who rarely felt nervous even when negotiating business deals worth hundreds of millions suddenly found himself feeling nervous this time.

Another short sword emitted a blazing white light as it collided with the heaven-obscuring sword radiance, vanishing like an arrow shot into billowing black clouds. A moment later, however, thunder that shook the heavens echoed across the entire sky.

Mumu swept her hand across the three thousand armies, smashing and shattering what was presumably the hardest prize category to win, and right there on the nameplate was the name of White Wolf.

"That sounds hideous, get lost." A chilling voice rang out inside the spacious and luxurious room, sounding sharp and prominent.

The whole class was stunned. One second, two seconds... someone chuckled twice, followed immediately by an outbreak of roaring laughter! And that class heartthrob blushed so fiercely it seemed blood could drip from his face.

Having said that, Lu Qingyu turned and left the tent, with Muyi Zi, Hu Dai, and Shi En following closely behind him.

After being watered, the seed took root and sprouted right before Mi Duo's eyes at a visible speed. Moments later, a strange thing grew out: a mass of green vines bearing a huge melon-like sphere, upon which intricate dark green patterns, upon closer inspection, formed the shape of a human face.

"Don't rush, eat slowly, there's still plenty here!" the old man said with a benevolent smile, eyeing Helianuo unceasingly to the point of forgetting to eat his own roasted fish. After a long while, Helianuo, having swept clean the roasted fish over the bonfire, finally let out a satisfied burp and lay flat on his back on the ground, sprawled out in all directions.