Volume 1, Chapter 58: It's Crowded in the Graveyard, I'll Walk You Over

Could it be that the gift he gave was not to her liking?
Shang Chen sat on the hospital bed, his expression turning solemn in deep thought.
Beside him, the Dark Roc King's large eyes flashed with a hint of envy, drooling outwardly without the slightest bit of concealment, yet Xingtian didn't even spare him a single glance.
Seeing that Xue Lengyu maintained a stern face all along, and knowing that the injury on his back was truly beyond his own ability to treat, Ning Qing figured that since he got hurt for her sake, not letting her do something to help would probably only make her feel even more guilty. He therefore yielded and let her fuss over him.
Xi Jinning's pupils contracted, a wave of intense heartache washing over him. From the time he first met Mo Chuxue until now, he had never seen her in such a disheveled state.
A whole table full of dishes—four hearty ones, a plate of skewers, and, as if to mind their health, a rather out-of-place plate of smashed cucumbers.
Xue Fei took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The heavy stone door seemed to have no weight at all in his hands; as he gently pushed it open and stepped inside, he felt as if he had entered another world.
Wu Xinyue cast a cold glance at him. This Black Leopard made her stomach turn, but what he said was not without reason.
Lü Wanting glanced back at Lü'er and said proudly, "Haven't you seen one? I'll let you experience it one of these days, and see what you have to say then!" With that, she pinched Lü'er's nose.
There is no impenetrable wall in this world; the existence of Pandora's Box gradually leaked out, though it was merely known as "a treasure cherished by Chaos," with no one knowing its actual purpose.
"Of course... not," Liu Mingxiao blurted out, catching himself halfway and hurriedly changing his tune, though his tone lacked its previous conviction.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner that the Realm of Hunlian had once been damaged?" Hua Shang's eyes grew moist, her heart aching to the point of breathlessness.
Fan Hongshan shook her head; she knew nothing of the Zhou family's past affairs. Ever since Zhou Yilang had made it clear how their marriage came to be, she had simply been waiting for the moment when he would 'use' her up and subsequently cast her aside.
"How about this? You tell me first what kind of resources you need most right now," Yue Xiang said.
Shen Xi persuaded him anew: "If that truly is the case, then there's nothing to be done about it. Can you really stop your father from remarrying?"
Later, whether it was because Xu Jing had raided too many bird nests in the Central Military Yamen on her behalf, or because he was caught red-handed while inquiring about the lecture schedules of the Imperial Academy's handsome teachers, Duke Anguo had him kicked off to serve in northern Jiangsu, where he remained for five full years.
Not only the hawthorns, but also the taro ball and red bean ice she had made to stimulate her appetite—she could send a bowl of that over as well.
Seeing that all those aunts and female relatives treated her as if she were invisible and only held Madame Zhou's hands affectionately, and knowing that her husband was a concubine-born son and therefore distant by nature, He Jiaxian simply chose to stay at the very back trailing behind. Yet, she caught sight of Gu Qingrang rising from the banquet and hurrying toward the outside.
The Empress Dowager's birthday celebration was held in the Hall of Union and Peace, situated between the Palace of Heavenly Purity and the Palace of Earthly Tranquility within the Inner Court. Upon entering the Divine Valor Gate, Zhu Changxun had originally intended to take Jiang Shu over immediately, but catching sight of a gorgeously dressed figure nearby, he changed his mind and decided to first check out the nearby Eastern Long Chamber, pulling Jiang Shu to take another route.
She had originally been vexed at her temporary inability to think of a new way to deal with Jiang Shu, and feeling depressed, had specifically come out for a stroll, never expecting to run right into Jiang Shu who was just returning from outside.
Formal training naturally would not permit casualties or fatalities, yet these were unavoidable in brutal training; whereas informal training might well be a matter of survival of the fittest, where only the strong survived.
Fatty Long was rather complacent about his design of the undead race, and given the opportunity, he inevitably boasted about it a bit.
Yes, that was their teacher, the teacher who protected them in the midst of war—an unbelievable ninja.