Volume One, Chapter 84: Ye Ying Is Taken Away

“You like Brother Zhaochuan, don’t you? You’re practically drooling when you look at him!” As soon as Su Ningxia spoke, Ye Ying’s cheeks flushed a deep red.

Just at that moment, the plump aunt arrived with a bit of her homemade pickled vegetables. Hearing these words, her scrutinizing gaze fell on Su Ningxia.

After being defeated twice in a row, it was a complete rout—utterly humiliating, leaving him no face to show. He was unwilling to accept it, but no matter how he struggled on the ground, he simply couldn’t get up.

Xiahou Hong, meanwhile, gripped his blood-red giant axe and swung it in a full arc, bringing it down over Tu Mo’s head.

“That’s right, it’s him,” Horse Face nodded to Ox Head, then stepped forward and looped the iron chain in his hand around the old man’s neck. With a backward yank, the old man’s soul was drawn out from his body by Horse Face—I witnessed the entire process.

Once the wall was completely opened, it revealed a separate space inside. The scattered light froze upon the three walls, and only then did Xu Qingshen clearly see the so-called clothing hanging inside the exquisite wardrobe.

Less common are cases of attribute suppression, such as yang overcoming yin, or the mutual subjugation of the five elemental mages. Yet such suppression isn’t absolute—if the disparity in strength is great enough, yin can devour yang, and fire can overcome water.

Li Zhentie looked at Jin Zhonghuan, who was sitting on the sofa. Indeed, his earlier exit had been abrupt and humiliating, but his thinking aligned with Jin Zhonghuan’s. Compared to an outcome that no one could bear, the current situation was entirely acceptable; of this, there was no doubt.

As for the paint, it was procured by Buddha from the black market. It only took a dozen minutes to finish the coloring completely, and without special means, it was impossible to tell it wasn’t original.

Truly a man of forthright character—he spoke his mind without a hint of reservation.

According to Dragon Soul, the Ice within Fire exists at the hottest, most blazing place at the Gates of Hell.

Last night, Fu Liuyin had distinctly heard a voice calling for help over the phone. She was certain she hadn’t misheard.

These elements would in turn transform into more dark elements, causing the black vortex to expand further. The cycle continued, and in just over a dozen seconds, the black vortex had grown into a massive whirlpool more than seven meters wide.

Shortly after he departed, the scouts who had been named earlier exchanged glances and quickly followed after him.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Xiao Yuntian walked out of the Xiao Yun residence with a solemn face, slipping away into the night without alerting a soul.

In the private room, the light flickered and swayed, and a beam happened to skim across his cheek, illuminating the gentle lines of youth spreading from his brow.

If we really had hit their dog, and they wanted us to pay, they would have overtaken us and forced us to stop long ago. Why would they trail us all this way and only now come forward to confront us?

Take the Qianyang Sect for example: in this selection, there are four spots to enter the True Martial Secret Realm. Ninety-nine percent of those will be chosen from the top ten core disciples. For any other Qi Sea realm disciple outside that elite circle to break through—it’s no easier than reaching the heavens.

“By the way, how long was I unconscious?” I touched my abdomen. The reason I asked was because the wound on my stomach hardly hurt anymore.

Shen Shi was truly at his wits’ end with the two children. He had never gone back on his word or contradicted himself, but they kept bringing up things he had forgotten. All he could do was offer an explanation. Yet as soon as they heard the phrase “pregnancy makes you dull for three years,” they grew even more agitated.

Gu Qiqi’s heart leaped into her throat, and she couldn’t free her hand. His gaze grew ever more wicked, and he guided her hand beneath the waistband of his trousers, letting it rest against his firm, taut abdomen.