Volume 1, Chapter 22: I Quit

"Why wouldn't the Wang family send her so many things? A peck of rice, three pounds of fatty pork—I even see half a pound of brown sugar there," a villager remarked with immense envy.

"I just felt the sentiment had reached that point; when the heart is set on someone, one cannot help but act. You have to understand," Qin Ming said innocently.

Wu Zhen finally just opened his mouth, let out a silent cry, and watched as the contest official moved on to Xu He.

The Marquis of Nanyang was dining. When he saw them appear, his eyes lit up as if he were watching hair sprout and grow.

The couple lay on the bed chatting. Murong Yu placed his hand on Ming Wuyou’s heavily distended belly, feeling the occasional fetal movement, and found it absolutely miraculous.

He Jinxi turned her head and happened to see his pale, moon-like complexion, those ink-black eyes filled with nothing but her face. She blushed, stunned, and parted her lips as if to say something, but it dissolved into a smile that lingered at the corners of her eyes.

Next, Xia Chunmei used a black fish weighing over two pounds to trade for a washbasin and a foot basin; the original washbasin at home was already being used to hold fish, so a new one was a must.

Today, she and Murong Yu had long since arranged to have dinner at the Zhu Family Restaurant and had booked a private booth; the time was just about right.

When I was pampered in the past, I could express my sorrow, and my behavior could be willful. But now, I cannot show any temper at all.

Yin Wu held a cupping jar, pressing it repeatedly against a wooden mannequin, here and there.

Qin Tian, shivering with cold, huddled together and nodded without speaking. I wondered if he understood what I meant. I cast a protective barrier for him and walked straight into the ruined temple.

Glancing at the classmates arriving at the finish line one after another, all wearing gloating expressions, Zhang Xu was astonished.

"I won't bicker with you anymore! My brother’s name is Lin Yang!" Lin Yue, seeing she couldn't win the argument against me, simply chose to give up.

Duan Zhong nodded. Although his injuries were not light, they were merely superficial. Having applied medicinal salves, he should be fine as long as he avoided strenuous activity.

Lei Nuo, with a vicious look in his eyes, was tightly strangling Lei Yi’s throat! Lei Yi’s limbs hung limply, clearly on the verge of death by suffocation.

"It's a good thing we are a rank higher than the beast we just beat up," Xia Qinran was not the type to compare himself with others; these ranks naturally didn't matter to him. If he were the type to compare, he would still be in the midst of a passionate romance.

As for Duan Zhong, entering the palace once had already been a grueling ordeal; if he were forced to enter again, wouldn't that be the death of him? Besides, aside from Princess Yun, there really seemed to be nothing in this palace worth longing for.

Without waiting to finish, he exchanged a look with Puyu Zi, and both launched a fierce attack on Qingxin Yuqiang.

Before I could expose his mask, he pushed me out the door. Then, with a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

This resulted in a consequence: any building could be turned into a bunker with minimal modification, making the Freedom Army’s defense of Wajia City an impregnable iron fortress, extremely difficult to breach.

Summerfield City was named after an ancient seven-star God Hunter. Of course, this seven-star God Hunter had long since stepped down as the city lord; the current lord was that very God Hunter—the Mad Thunder God Hunter, Dolores.

"Is it Wang Xia?" Su Nan lit a cigarette with his right hand and spoke indifferently. Only then did the others notice his entire left arm hanging limp, completely unable to be lifted.

It was just that this sensing was intermittent. Perhaps because they were all practitioners, it was sometimes very clear and other times rather blurry.

The bronze bridge beneath their feet was only three feet above the surface of the stream, yet both of them felt a hint of chill.

Stratholme, once the second-largest city in Lordaeron and the most prosperous area in the eastern part of the kingdom... but in the seventeenth year of the Dark Portal, it suffered a bloodbath at the hands of the undead army. Uther the Lightbringer, leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, died in battle here, and all the living residents of the entire city were transformed into the undead.

Looking at the future national destiny, the destiny of Western Turkic would dissipate in 658, and the destiny of Tuyuhun would dissipate in 663. As long as the one chosen by the Li Tang dynasty is willing to cooperate with the Juesheng Sect until the day the national destiny dissipates, the Juesheng Alliance will not have to worry about divine retribution for at least the next sixty years.

Griffer, who was chanting a summoning spell, suddenly felt a powerful force preventing him. He realized something was wrong and hurriedly terminated the spell he was casting.

Kael'thas wanted to say something more, but was pulled from behind by Delandun and dragged out.

The moment the last sentence fell, the warm smile on Jiang Fan’s face vanished without a trace. Deep within his pupils, a scarlet light exploded, and like a raging sea, it instantly dyed his eyes a deep blood-red.

Chu Qunhan looked at Jiang Fan with a smile, walked over to the driver’s side, and sat down in the same seat.

A nearly trembling voice came over the communicator, filled with a primal, unknown terror.

Seven official sedan chairs, sixty-six people—except for the sixteen-bearer carriage, the rest were eight-bearer carriages. In addition, there were accompanying soldiers who remained there. However, when Magistrate Wan, Duyuan, Shen Yuerou, Qu Zhifeng, and Bingyu decided to walk to Bajun Tower, Magistrate Wan told them to head back.

If it were truly a wild ginseng, buying it at this price would be a steal. From the outside, it did indeed look genuine, but Lin Fei was still a bit worried; after all, whether it was real ginseng or not could only be determined by tasting it.

Subsequently, Lin Fei picked up a second silver needle and, using the same technique of channeling Qi through the needle, pierced the 'Dazhui' acupuncture point, located in the depression below the spinous process of the 7th cervical vertebra. This spot was relatively easy to find; one only needed to touch the back with their left hand.