Volume One, Chapter 60: Taking Care of Chen Haodong

With a miserable cry from Lü Bu, his entire body was sent flying backward under Liu Rui’s sweeping strike. His Heavenly Halberd dropped to the side. Lü Bu struggled to get up, but feeling a stifling sensation in his chest, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

She had already boasted before her parents that she would definitely retrieve that "three million," but... before she even reached the destination, her wallet and the IOUs inside had been stolen.

Just as Lin Feng and Hu Yifei were about to leave the hotel, a foreign man, very familiar to Lin Feng, walked over, smiling warmly as he looked at the two of them.

She had never expected Lu Kun to give her such a justified reason. Thinking carefully along his line of thought, she was also terribly startled. If this matter did not end here today and was dug up by others later on, wouldn't it be a grave crime punishable by the execution of nine familial generations?

He trusted Hai Rui. Although Hai Rui constantly talked back to him, Jiajing had absolute confidence in Hai Rui's character.

"Both of those supporters of Aokiji and Vice Admiral Akainu are brainless idiots. They don't dare to deal ruthlessly with each other right now, but once the Marshal returns, not a single one of them will escape." Standing beside Qin Luo, a colonel-ranked officer added fuel to the fire and mocked both factions.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Nan did not leave him a single path to survival, all to ensure that he could accomplish the task assigned to him.

It was just that Xi Zhicai had now regained Cao Cao's favor, so even though Cheng Yu felt unreconciled, he knew this was not the right time to provoke Xi Zhicai.

Thinking back now, she really was a colossal idiot back then. She hadn't cherished the girl who loved her, and instead went after some stuck-up trophy vase who didn't care for her at all.

Besides, being of the same generation, Mao Haifeng had always refused to submit to Xu Hai. Whatever Xu Hai decided to do, Mao Haifeng would invariably go and wreck the show.

At this moment, the extreme ocean room was lit only by a row of dim corridor lights. For some reason, looking at the outlines of the tables, chairs, and benches in the darkness of the hall, I instantly thought of a primeval forest.

"The Dragon Emperor's son is nothing much after all. Had you not been born in antiquity, with an environment entirely different from the present world, it would be almost impossible for you to make a mark in this decadent era of the end of the law." Nangong Shi said in a deep voice. He did not consider himself a match for the Dragon Emperor's son, but the opponent's strength was clearly far inferior to what he had imagined.

"You will regret this." She turned her gaze toward Meng Yunzhong, speaking very softly. Seemingly weightless, her words nonetheless sent a chill down the spine of a demon who possessed spiritual power far surpassing that of mortals.

As one of the most hardcore members of the King Qin Guang Palace, even holding an extraordinary status and position within the Gate of Death, he was still like a mere dog before this person.

Just like the nations with nuclear weapons in the world constantly preventing countries without nuclear weapons from building atomic bombs, they simply refused to watch others grow strong.

Whether it was because he was choked by Chen Haobei's words or because it was inconvenient for him to throw a tantrum right in front of Chen Haobei, the stern-faced guard unusually refrained from talking back, simply raising a hand to make a gesture of invitation.

He made a turn, came to another elevator alcove, took the elevator to the top floor, and walked up to the rooftop.

His fingers hovered for a moment between the basement level and the thirteenth floor on the elevator keypad. Before I could make a choice, the elevator suddenly started moving on its own—it was going up.

I shook my head. The human social system—does that refer to dynasties? Ten thousand years, you say? Being able to persist for three to five centuries without a dynastic change would already be considered an unprecedented golden age.

"Of course! No wonder the Wu family was in such a hurry. But now that the Wu family's fate is sealed, you can't remarry either. Accept your fate, Qing'er," Madam Yu persuaded. Knowing she had done malicious things to the Fu family, it was only natural that the Fu family had stabbed them in the back. Madam Yu simply resigned herself to bad luck.

Meanwhile, Luo Yi felt entirely redundant, utterly superfluous. She wanted to leave temporarily, but for some reason, she refused to let Angela's scheme succeed.

Chu Feng's words were meant to comfort old Chu, but all these statements were, after all, mere conjecture.

Night Zihan just wanted to resist, but she felt a surge of dark internal energy transmitted into her body from the hand Gong Shaoqing was using to grip her, draining away all her strength to fight back.

Amidst their bantering, the fishing boat stopped a little over twenty meters from the shore. Following that, seven or eight burly men leaped down and began shouting greetings to Su Yang and the others from afar.

One by one, the letters were gradually unfolded, stirring a sense of sorrow over the fleeting nature of time; everything in the past had been too beautiful. Suddenly, her eyes trembled. A pale blue letter was stuck to the very bottom, and for some reason, her heart began to ache inexplicably.

Holding two balls of half-red, half-blue flames in his hands, he glanced at Qi Ling'er and saw her leaning against a tree, massaging her temples with a sigh. That instantly fanned his fury into a blazing inferno once more.

Now, if the young man truly wished to dismantle their alliance, he would have to make certain sacrifices.

The guards at the gate immediately stepped forward and dragged this unlucky wretch outward. The man struggled desperately, continuously begging for mercy, but Felon completely ignored his life or death. To him, killing such a lowly servant could only slightly alleviate the rage in his heart.

The color gradually shifted: turning orange, turning yellow, turning green, turning blue, turning indigo, growing deeper and deeper until it transformed into a rich purple.

Ye Nanshan had fought in the Dragon-Phoenix Continent for over a decade. He had met several reclusive Saint-realm powerhouses there, yet he had never sensed such a terrifying Saint-realm aura—an aura so overwhelming that even Ye Nanshan found it somewhat frightening.

These words were half-true and half-false. She genuinely felt that everywhere was scorching hot today; it was slightly better in the water, but ever since arriving at the Wuchen Hall, the temperature had been rising rapidly, making her blood feel as though it could boil at any moment, choking her breath and causing an unbearable, suffocating heat.

Each of them was more arrogant than the last, believing in unyielding might and incorruptibility in poverty. No wonder their fists were still clenched so tightly; there must have been something forcing them to persist, otherwise they would have committed suicide long ago, wouldn't they?

"That is my affair as well, and it has nothing to do with you!" Anderson's gloomy eyes locked onto her.

Who gave him the audacity to lay a hand on Xi Yao right under her nose? He truly had the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard.