Volume 1, Chapter 186: Sister-in-law?

Deng Yun almost choked to death on a peanut.

"Then you've guessed wrong, junior sister. He is definitely the kind of teacher who likes to make things difficult for people. You're going to suffer by then!"

Mr. Popo glanced at Sun Wukong and nodded quickly, "Yes, please wait a moment." With that, Mr. Popo hurried toward the kitchen.

The strategist detected a hint of killing intent in Xia Chen's words—indeed a very intense killing intent. It rolled off his tongue so naturally, as if he were about to go kill someone the very next second.

Not being very familiar with Shen Jingchao, Yan Yingyuan couldn't be bothered to talk to him, so he could only vent his frustration on Zheng Sen, thinking to himself that given the chance, he would definitely make Zheng Sen experience his current plight as well.

Lan Shan's face was distorted and he roared like a madman, completely losing the poise of a sect leader and tearing off his hypocritical mask entirely. Forget about Shang Jingxing, even Elder Lin standing nearby was shocked beyond measure.

The air rippled in silence. Wisps of intangible, nameless vital energy surrounded Chu Tianxiong, seemingly verifying his identity. Finally, the energy condensed before dissipating completely without a trace.

Xia Chen knew he had just stolen someone's first kiss. He was in the wrong at this moment, but since a first kiss couldn't simply be returned, he had no choice but to obediently fasten his seatbelt and turn his head to pretend to look out the window.

Adding to that, he had long found that lecherous Japanese undead eyesore, so the moment he struck, he directly chopped off one of his arms.

Kim Taeyeon had studied psychology for a while, and in this situation, one should tell the truth! Blending truth and falsehood, taking a step back to advance—I am telling you I am Kim Taeyeon; whether you believe it or not is your problem.

The Dragon Soul was under immense pressure when giving this token to Xia Chen. If Xia Chen failed to achieve any results, it was feared that this old man who had given everything for his country would ultimately bear infamy.

Chen Xun's expression suddenly turned gloomy. As his voice fell, his figure charged forward without any warning, appearing right in front of Yue Li in the blink of an eye, and then he lashed out with a horizontal kick.

Zhou Tian only felt a reeking gust of wind hitting his face. A white flash appeared before his eyes, and the next moment, the fangs within a bloody maw were less than half a meter away from his chest.

Turning his head, Shinji saw his opponent for tomorrow, Yoshiki, arriving at the lottery venue accompanied by a Golem.

Consort Dou shifted the conversation back to Wen Yukou. Facing that piercing gaze, the expression on Wen Yukou's face could only be described as indifferent. Unlike Consort Dou's ingrained arrogance, Wen Yukou preferred to remain steadfast in the face of all changes. Thus, even with her face swollen like that, she did not mind in the slightest.

Lin Qiaoxi went to see Rong Yun. Ever since the ancestral hall incident, Rong Yun had been avoiding her. Worried about Rong Yun while simultaneously preparing for Rong Ze's grand wedding, Lin Qiaoxi looked rather haggard these days.

Lin Qian said to Mu Yi, Lin Yu, and Lin Yi, explaining that even within the Tianyu Spiritual Academy, the competition was quite fierce. The principle that the winner is king and the loser is the villain applied just as much there, and having one more friend was always much better than having one more enemy.

At the sight of this, Hua Yue broke down in uncontrollable tears, wanting to stroke Jiao Yue's face, but curled her fingers back midway in the air.

After a flash of white light, a Pidgeot with glossy feathers spread its wings and soared high into the sky, looking down condescendingly at Shinji.

Wen Yukou nodded. After Madam Xie walked some distance away, just as she was about to move, her gaze suddenly locked onto a spot, and her steps gradually came to a halt as she looked toward a certain part of the rockery.

"Ouyang Jue, with that little skill of yours, you'd better go home and suck on your mother's milk. Shadow—Illusionary Killing Blade!" Yingxia Zang's mouth was truly foul. Compared to his actual strength, his trash talk was even more formidable; listening to him speak always gave one the urge to fiercely slap him across the face.