Chapter 63: Breaking the Rules

Jiang Rui slept the most peaceful sleep she had experienced since her rebirth.
She seemed to have had a warm and beautiful dream, but upon waking, she could remember nothing at all, save for a lingering warmth in her heart.
However, witnessing was premised on her staying alive; Ning Ruoruan had to live so that she would have the chance to look, to listen, and to write her own chapter in this world.
The phone call cut off abruptly. Li Wei and Fan Ruoruo exchanged glances, the unease in their hearts growing thicker by the moment.
Amidst a burst of wild laughter, Su Chen arrived at the nearest teleportation array, through which he reached Northern Commandery, and from there, via yet another array, appeared at the foot of Yin Mountain in the grasslands.
This was precisely why the Magikarp was so notoriously unreliable, and yet the Pokémon League had always kept it categorized as a free Pokémon.
"Gyarados, Feng Ye from Tongcheng, this old lady will remember you," Zhang Xueyi thought with utmost resentment.
Immediately following, the Lord of the Volcanic Hell drove the Volcanic Hell and descended aggressively upon the Skeletal Hell, directly swallowing the latter whole.
Yet the gears in his mind were spinning rapidly: given the male protagonist's aloof and solitary personality, what zodiac sign should he actually be?
An enchantingly alluring figure lay within pink gauze curtains, her exquisite and well-proportioned silhouette faintly discernible through the translucent fabric.
Yang Bin hurried after Tian Tian, eager to be the first to meet his sister-in-law's roommates. Wondering what they looked like only made Yang Bin all the more curious.
"Let's go, let's go." How could Tian Tian dare to talk back? The aura was simply too overwhelming; it was her first time seeing her mother throw such a temper tantrum, as she was usually so gentle.
The moment the young man's palm touched the X51 crystal, three soft beams of light grew from the crystal's surface, floating in the void.
He had never expected that when he came to experience the screening room today, he would unexpectedly catch sight of Li Zili, leaving him both startled and overjoyed.
Luo Yao's anger had yet to subside, so the other two remained silent along the way, each staring in a different direction. As they passed far by a village, Xu Mingxian suddenly sensed a towering surge of blood qi. Before he could speak, he saw Luo Yao's anger flare up anew; she spun the wooden boat around and, gritting her teeth, charged directly toward the village.
The captured Biannu people were taken away for interrogation, while Yu Liang led the various generals back to the general's tent to report on the situation.
Stunned into a momentary pause that caused her to withdraw her hands, Yan Nian had to admit that the secret to getting along with traditional-minded parents was something she truly hadn't grasped the knack of yet.
These individuals, ranging from middle-aged men to youths in their twenties, were without exception broad-shouldered and tall. They were among the few martial artists in Taoshi; some were disciples of this martial arts hall, while others belonged to different halls, and the garments they wore varied as well.
"Useless trash, you couldn't even handle such a minor task, and yet you dared to sell me out." Hu Tian truly had not expected that Gray-hair not only failed to accomplish the task this time, but also dragged himself down and exposed him as the mastermind. He had to pay an additional price just to smooth things over—he had truly thrown good money after bad.
Yu Liang sat in the inner parlor of the shop she ran, reclining in a lazy chair, her eyes half-closed as she leisurely fanned herself.
Bai Yanyan hurriedly found some rubbing alcohol, moistened a towel with it, and wiped down the blue robe worn by Ma Feng.
The slaughter on the deck was drawing to a close. The few remaining desperate resisters slowly edged toward the gunwales, intending to jump overboard and escape. The exact moment they leaped from the deck, Chengyun flicked his sword, casting out the fishing nets those men had brought, and hauled in the last of the guards who were hanging on by a thread in a single net.
Li Hexian could tell at a single glance that the opponent was currently nothing more than a hollow shell; calling them the end of their tether would already be a compliment.
Glancing in another direction, Meng Wuming could not help but wear a slightly puzzled expression. During this period, he had been closely monitoring Liu Feng's actions, yet there was nothing worth noting. Or could it be that Liu Feng had truly managed to remain this calm? This fellow was always so unfathomable.