Volume 1, Chapter 62: Lifting a Rock Only to Drop It on One's Own Feet

This is the name of Kaname Tosen's Bankai, and also the new soul bestowed upon the Zanpakuto in his hand, which was a gift from a deceased friend.

Last night by the bridal chamber's red candles stood still, waiting for dawn to pay respects to parents-in-law in the hall. After finishing her makeup, she softly asks her husband: Are the shades of my drawn eyebrows fashionable or not?

Zhang Qian did not stay in Daxia for long. Although his mission remained unaccomplished, he believed that as long as this head of his could return safely to Chang'an and speak normally, it would be more meaningful than any mission.

In an instant, a stream of purple-gold Qi roared out from the gourd's mouth, plunging into the boundless spiritual patterns across the sky. Before the latter could completely vanish into another dimension, it swept all the spiritual patterns within the area locked by Luo Ji's gaze—where the light and dark spiritual patterns were located—directly into the gourd.

Lan Xing'er, with her simple mind, thought that speaking slowly and stuttering made her seem more tactful and subtle, but this inflicted quite a bit of internal emotional injury upon Jun Moxuan. To this day, she still hadn't adapted to life in the palace, and she minded even the simple act of holding her hand. How could he not feel heartbroken?

Old Man Wang indeed brought out another bowl for Liu Qi and the others. Liu Qi, infected by the old man's warmth and heartiness, finished it in one breath. As he ate, he praised it endlessly, making Old Man Wang beam with joy.

Who would have thought that through a twist of fate, Qingshuang would unluckily fall ill, causing the Buddhist ritual to be interrupted. Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager then set her sights on Qing'e.

Luo Sen's expression narrowed slightly as he glanced at the scarab beetle that had flown back to his side. At this moment, a faint scorched mark on its golden carapace was slowly repairing itself amidst a flash of spiritual light.

However, Zhen'er would leave them with a lesson they would never forget for the rest of their lives. One must remember that childhood trauma follows a person for a lifetime.

Their voices were extremely low, almost a whisper. Because the distance was too great and the wind was too strong, I couldn't hear what they were talking about at all and could only observe carefully first.

"Speaking of which, I am quite an irresponsible master, having not spent much time teaching you for so long," Night Shadow also said with a smile.

Just as Wang Xiu was feeling conflicted, Wang Min's figure had already appeared within his field of vision.

At first, they merely thought Wang Xiu was overly nervous, but upon closer reflection, Team X and their own Battle Gate Team were sworn enemies. Moreover, Ex Team's Huahua actually harbored some apprehension toward Battle Gate, so they surely wouldn't give up an opportunity to prevent trouble before it happened.

Not everyone believed that Li Ye lacked the courage to challenge the Dou family. Kang Xin was observing in secret; a man who dared to wipe out a 20,000-strong army of the Dou family suddenly falling silent—such an unreasonable matter was not something everyone could see through. At the very least, Kang Xin caught a whiff of something different from it.

Perhaps this sounded like the simplest of commands to others, but to Jinse, it carried a hint of contempt and mockery, instantly stoking her anger.

"I kept you here because Minato sent me a message asking you to temporarily join Kakashi's Seventh Squad under his tutelage," Bardock said, cutting straight to the point.

"I'm just a bureaucrat, incomparable to people like you who have walked through blood and fire. What can I do? Who asked us not to have the talent to be special forces?" The major was quite open-minded about it.

"Still Eldest Brother understands your mind," the mother said with her eyes squinted into slits and a joyful smile.

"Hey, Company Commander, did you hear what the people around us are talking about?" Liu Jun and Gao Jiancheng had been sitting for half a day and only heard about Mao San's upcoming wedding.

When Jugram Haschwalth's sword fails to bring misfortune to his opponent, it means the adversary possesses a certain degree of "fortune." He can balance this scale of fortune and misfortune by gathering misfortunes from across the world to counteract that portion of luck.

After the Dream group finished singing, they received enthusiastic applause. Next, following the order of appearance, the four groups of trainees took the stage one by one to sing, kicking off this family-themed week and conveying their heartfelt sentiments to their parents.

"Then what? It's not easy for old classmates to meet, so you're seizing the opportunity to catch up?" she said with a sour tone. The fact that they maintained a connection across different majors showed how close their relationship was.

The former wore a look of indignation, while the latter assumed the posture of a spectator. With the corners of his mouth slightly curved, he stared at him with a half-smile.

Originally, the Moshu clan was also among Old Xiao Tou and the Four Clans' second batch of high-dimensionalized soldiers. Seizing this opportunity now, it would be better to execute the plan ahead of schedule.

That man's reputation was loud and clear, though it was hard to tell whether his fame was true or false. His smile was complacent and exaggerated, but at least he wasn't bad-looking.

However, what Ling Zuotian did not know was that such cursing words simply did not exist in this world. With Ling Zuotian's outburst, people began flooding into the forum thread, which previously had very few spectators left.

As drug traffickers in the Golden Triangle region, their combat awareness was still quite strong. Seeing that the target of their encirclement possessed a submachine gun and that the opponent's marksmanship was extremely precise, they reacted swiftly.

Whether because of Reno and his companions, Pandora, or the truth of this world hidden behind the scenes, he had to push through to the very end. Somewhere in the dark, Luo Tianhuan felt an invisible hand pushing all of this forward.

The Inquisition began to withdrawing back to the sanctuary. Having mobilized the entire strength of the Inquisition to annihilate Luo Tianhuan this time, Abel never expected that his Inquisition would instead be beaten into a panicked retreat. Fortunately, there were no casualties; otherwise, the loss would have been astronomical.