Volume 1, Chapter 39: My Wife Is My Bottom Line

"We are just helping to shadow someone, not actually conducting surveillance. Let's not resort to using the Heaven and Earth Record, shall we?" Luo Che said with some hesitation.

Ruan Zhiyong grabbed his nearest subordinate and slapped him across the face several times until he regained consciousness.

In ancient times, Bodhidharma crossed the river on a single reed; Lu Fei used a tree branch to achieve the same feat, demonstrating truly profound and exquisite martial arts.

In this realm, besides being subject to attacks from the Heavenly Dao of Yin and the Heavenly Dao of Yang, one could also seize the opportunity to gain insights into them.

Well, for the sake of earning points through plot deviation, on a dark and windy night, Lu Fei finally succeeded.

At first, he only believed that Shiyi meant that Ancestor Red Cloud had hidden treasures within the Nether Vicious Blood Coffin and was guiding him to find them.

Once the first primordial clone was refined, Lu Fei flatly refused the virus system's demands, and subsequently, he continued to smelt more primordial clones.

Li Shouzhen bowed with a look of feigned annoyance, though he was secretly delighted. Master Zongxin was the son of his sworn brother, Lei Hong—a fact that Guo Wei could never have guessed in a million years. He intentionally played the role of an antagonist to deceive Guo Wei, all to ensure Master Zongxin could assist him from the shadows. This time, Guo Wei was doomed.

"Bingo, exactly!" Lin Feng nodded with a broad smile as he saw the viewers in the livestream understood his intent. At the same time, he felt exceptionally expectant about this match; if he could secure another easy 'chicken dinner,' wouldn't that be wonderful?

The three communicated via divine telepathy. It took only an instant. Although Mo Lihong and Mo Liqing were merely projecting their true spirits into Buddha statues to walk the earth—possessing power only at the level of a True Immortal—to the thousand-year-old tree demon, they were formidable existences.

Faintly visible within his fox-like eyes was a crystalline bead rolling about—a tear shed from his regret and hatred toward Luo Fengqing.

Number 11 had no idea what was going through Yang Zining's mind. He used his strong, muscular backside to shove Yang Zining’s slender frame, forcing him back two steps before executing a beautiful hook shot.

As for finding someone who could defeat her, unless she had lost her mind, she would never agree to it—otherwise, Odin would not have sealed her away in Helheim, where she remained hidden from the light of day to this day.

If he didn't think much of you, he wouldn't bother saying so much. After all, the Tony of now was not yet the man who had endured so many subsequent heartaches.

In just one day, they had conquered fifteen graveyards. As night fell, the team retreated to establish a defensive line at the first graveyard, preventing any sneak attacks from other undead dragons.

When Luo Fengqing's blood was channeled into its body through the healing technique, it had already sensed it.

He snatched the bottle, pouring the remaining strong liquor from the second bottle into his coarse ceramic bowl.

Upon arriving at the internet cafe, Yang Zining did not see Xiang Chengwu and had to ask the worried-looking Su Mengdie sitting at the bar.

It was all about how much stronger she had become, and how she had brought back a huge harvest with her tribesmen today; she had so much excitement she wanted to share with Ye Liang.

If this child were truly so terrifying, why would Shopkeeper Jia have someone send us to this place?

She had to call for help; only then could she be saved, otherwise... otherwise she would lose her life.

Liao Xi left the Hero Memorial Hall and returned to his residence. The following day, all the migrant workers were left dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of the stone tablet, which they could only attribute to a divine omen, leaving the matter at that.

The others looked around; the two talkative father and son thought to themselves that since they had already offended her, there was no turning back, so they might as well put up a fight. They joined the fray as well.

Meanwhile, the white light grew dimmer, and more puppets began to move. Although they could only use basic spells, their cultivation levels were high, so it was best not to clash head-on if possible.

Chen Jifan held the crystal ball in her palm. With a mere thought, the image of Su Qiyan would appear. During the time they had been arguing, she had watched the scene of Su Qiyan's death countless times. This not only failed to soothe her pain but plunged her deeper into despair.

Of course, her body was unexpectedly soft and inexperienced; it must have been a very, very long time since she had been with a man. When he first possessed her, she was in pain—her subtle expressions could not deceive him.

The eagle and the tiger seemed to sense that the battle was futile, and the two beasts parted ways. Qin Qiong remained standing there, likely contemplating something. Suddenly, he leapt off his horse, gripped his tiger-headed, gold-inlaid spear tightly, and glared with fury.

Facing dozens of fierce generals as if invincible in the world, Tai Shici and the others watched from the city walls as the army of one hundred thousand approached. Their hearts remained calm; he knew that this battle could not be lost. If it were, it would not just be his problem—it was a choice that concerned the survival of everyone else.

"Father, Yibai and I wish you a life as long as the Eastern Sea and as enduring as the Southern Mountains," Song Weiyi said, looking at Rong Jing'an with sincerity.

If Mu Mu did not have that illness, based solely on what Zhou Chongguang had done, Ye Muyun would have chopped him into pieces.

It did not take long for Ling Ling to successfully reach the Foundation Establishment stage. Ling Chen gave her a jade slip containing cultivation techniques and knowledge about the path of immortality, then sent her out of the Hunyuan Ring.

Where the hell am I? Wasn't I just rolling in the sheets on my soft bed? How did I suddenly appear here?

The first time, Wang Man had performed it in the bushes, so he hadn't seen it clearly. Now that Wang Man was performing it right before his eyes, he realized how extraordinary this energy was.

This method of investigation was, of course, not scientific, but as long as the sample size of interviews is large enough, one can still gain a basic understanding of the relevant situation.

Linglong turned her beautiful head and saw Liu Wuqing, dressed in a snow-white gown, pointing toward the horizon with a smile, letting out an exclamation of wonder.