Volume One, Chapter 32: Secretary Bai Agreed

Jian Ren remained silent. If Chen Banshan were taken away and not returned to the land of the living immediately, there would likely be no saving him. He had to report the matter now, yet Jian Ren could not bring himself to speak.

The majestic Tiger King roared as it descended, appearing before the cold and elegant princess. It loomed over her, a massive paw raised to strike, threatening to end her life in an instant.

At that moment, the Realm of Emperors burst open. The Sun Monarch emerged, accompanied by a colossal heavenly pass—the Great Wall, the supreme imperial weapon of Qin Shi Huang, stretching across the heavens and earth.

Tianjiro felt he had no choice but to make this decision, though their hatred for Ye Feng and his companion had not diminished. However, with survival being the priority, this was no time to make arrests, and so they slipped away in secret.

As the hero who scored the equalizer for Liverpool, George was constantly being tracked by the stadium’s giant screen. However, because his teammates had swarmed him, the screen couldn't capture a clear shot of him at first.

I fully supported her words. Although LeBlanc was a terrifying figure within the League, for me at the present moment, she was a great source of support.

Patriarch Tianlan understood Xiao Yun's mission and nodded, "Very well, you may go." Ye Feng was curious about the nature of Xiao Yun's task, and he had always wondered why someone from a Holy Land would need to visit such a place.

Indeed, Gerrard’s long-range shot was blocked by Schwarzer. But by then, George had already shaken off Southgate, suddenly accelerating to snatch the ball and poke it into the net.

"Who is your master?" Wang Peng recognized several lethal Tai Chi techniques. He felt that Qin Jiangfeng was even more formidable than those so-called Tai Chi grandmasters.

Having inherited all the memories of this body, Chen Xu, possessed of a soul from a later era, held a natural affinity for the wandering knights of folklore.

The girl embraced Tuoba Jie, sobbing, "It's me, it's really me. Brother Jie, how did you get here?" This girl was Murong Lan. She was overjoyed and stunned by Tuoba Jie’s sudden appearance.

"Is that all? Is this the only book you 'specially' recommend?" Though she did not want to mock him excessively, she couldn't help but emphasize the word "specially."

He stood outside for a long time before returning to Qiu Xuan's room. By now, Jia Zuo had already made his way to Murong Lan's quarters, pressing his ear against the window to listen for movement inside.

At a glance, the couple was covered in bloody wounds. The man, Shi Long, looked as if he had been seared by fire, most of his skin charred.

After some time, the various gaseous medicinal liquids gradually merged into one. Lu Wu adjusted the alchemical fire, cooling it down until it thickened into a jet-black, glossy paste.

After a deep breath, Chu He actually smiled, though his expression was rather eerie—or more accurately, insidious.

"But unfortunately, as the head of the four great envoys of the Demon Cult, I must stop you," the Wine Envoy declared.

However, this mysterious method of communication was clearly not as convenient or widespread as a mobile phone. Even an existence like Ye Yan could not use it, let alone Ye Haochuan and the others.

Wang Chen finally acted, slapping Cui Youliang to the ground with a single blow. Just as Cui Youliang tried to lift his head, Wang Chen raised his foot and stomped directly onto his skull.

Rather than letting the likes of Fang La, Tian Hu, or Wang Qing ravage these places, it would be better to take them to bolster Liangshan. The bandit armies pillage the wealthy to enjoy a moment of pleasure while earning eternal infamy; Liangshan, meanwhile, stays poised on the sidelines, saving the imperial court from disaster and reaping both fame and fortune.

Chen Jianping pushed Mother Chen away, storming off in a rage. Even with his limp, he insisted on leaving, but at that moment, his father, the village head, spoke up.

He set down his chopsticks and stood up, his palms slick with nervous sweat. He struggled to steady his voice, trying to make it sound less anxious.

Therefore, if this game could end in a draw, it would be the best of both worlds. Not only would he secure the championship, but his foreign sister, Alice, would also be guaranteed a top-three finish—a perfect outcome for both parties.

As Qin Heng fueled the primordial energy, the Dream-Drunken Wine surged from the gourd, transforming into a three-foot blade that rippled like fire, wreathed in red and yellow mist.

"Father, you need not worry about Lai Yu. Whatever you choose to do, I will support you," Lai Kai said solemnly.

While chatting with Liu Yi at the Liu residence, he casually glanced at the first chapter of the game manual. After reviewing only thirty moves—the opening phase and the responses from both sides—he realized that the skill of the black and white players was unreachable and unparalleled.

Otherwise, given his recent merits and his family's heritage, it would have been possible to elevate his family title even further.

To be precise, it was still usable, but it was not suitable for his current ability upgrade because his energy reserves were still far too vast.

"Sister Xian'er, it wasn't that I meant to hide it from you; it's just that my father forbids me from revealing my identity." Yue Ling Shan blinked, let out a long sigh, and explained her true identity and the reason for her arrival.

By tradition, during the Lunar New Year, Jiang Yuanjun and the others would dine with her uncle's family. This year, Jiang Yuanjun took charge of the cooking, with her aunt and uncle assisting. After the reunion dinner, they all watched the Spring Festival Gala together.

Bai Qi’s expression remained unchanged. He swung his sword, and with a burst of violent power, the kneeling general’s body was torn asunder, his life extinguished.