Volume One, Chapter 51: Kidnapped-Após o retorno de três anos de treinamento infernal, toda a família se arrepende de não ter começado desde o início(Colina da Flor Pequena)

"Does she know that you have always been by her side?" Ye Luo asked, changing the question.

Then, thick clouds billowed rapidly, and the sky grew so dark that even the distant streetlights became invisible. The normally bright lights in the courtyard dimmed ominously. Most unsettling of all, ghostly wails faintly echoed from the distance, carrying an aura far more overwhelming than the formation of netherworld soldiers we had encountered in Luoyang two days prior.

Looking at Bonnie's perverted smile, Qiu Xuan shook his head, thinking that truly all sorts of people existed in this world, and that someone could actually take pleasure in such things—it was simply unimaginable. If it were a matter of killing someone, that would be easy for Qiu Xuan, but to derive pleasure from torturing others was something he could never do.

Yet I openly stretched out my hand. Instead of taking the heart from his palm, I pointed my finger directly at his body and silently recited Taoist scriptures in my mind.

Of course, this was just a morning episode. I didn't take Deng Qi kicking my backside to heart at all; in front of Old Guo, Deng Qi and I had always maintained a polite and respectful distance. Old Guo led us back to the breakfast shop we went to yesterday. I hadn't been in the mood to eat properly yesterday, but today my appetite was great, and the food here was indeed exceptionally delicious.

I'm afraid Qin Mucheng knew far more about her affairs than she knew about his. She never tried to hide herself; she would cry in front of him, laugh in front of him, and open up to him without any reservation, yet in the end, all she received was hurt.

Ye Feng had been observing Shangguan Lan's condition all along. She had imagined countless ways Shangguan Lan might react upon hearing this news, but she never expected him to be so quiet.

We all knew what he was talking about, and falling silent together, we listened quietly as he narrated.

Although Huang Jing was merely being clever in his own conceit, his insights still made me somewhat nervous, and I quickly asked Liu Qingxuan what we should do now.

At this moment, the old man's trembling hands finally steadied, as if his mind had at last found some composure.

The man raised his hand to clasp Bao'er's, pulling her into his embrace and wrapping his arm around her waist. Was this girl getting too tired lately? Why hadn't she put on any weight at all? Her waist, slender enough to be spanned by a single grasp, truly tugged at his heartstrings.

Admittedly, if he were merely an ordinary level-forty-seven thief, even with an advantage in equipment, he would still be no match for the Phantom Faction. After all, a swordsman's basic agility is not much inferior to a thief's, and coupled with Pupil Sight—the skill that counters stealth most effectively—both of a thief's major advantages would be lost.

"Arturia, if you were given three choices, each with a different level of difficulty and corresponding rewards..." Seeing Arturia approach, Xu Xiang simply tossed the problem to this beautiful King Arthur; after all, she was someone who had once managed an entire country.

The illness her mother contracted had reduced her to skin and bones. She could not keep any food down, vomiting whatever she ate, and no matter how finely it was ground into powder, she felt she could not swallow it.

"What on earth are you trying to do!" Chu Han closed the distance in a few strides, tightly gripping Xue Luo's wrist with one hand, lowering her head, and asking through gritted teeth in a voice audible only to the two of them.

When facing classes other than thieves, the Undead race's racial skill, Undead Will, remained extremely useful. The fear effect was immunized, and Paladyn pierced straight toward Si Zhuo with boundless momentum.

That was merely a matter of a split second; Wen Xin didn't even have time to react, let alone Wen Nuan. She could only watch as Wen Xin let out a loud cry and then shoved Wen He away with all her might.

These were the words Excelion spoke before his death. In terms of the Sanctuary's interpretation, it meant that Excelion had foreseen the future at the verge of death and described some events yet to come.

"How is it?" Seeing Yang Yang hang up the phone, Yue Tian hurried over. He was not as easily fooled as Yue Lu; while Yue Lu could choose to trust Yang Yang blindly without hesitation, he could not.

Damn it! His Imperial Father actually protected her to this extent, going to such lengths to set up so many mechanisms! If it was already like this before he even got close, then if he miraculously managed to take the flower, would he still have his life to walk out of here?

Chen Xiao unhesitatingly hoisted Wu Sha's two slender legs onto his shoulders, and Wu Sha immediately bit her red lips, knowing that the most painful moment was about to arrive. Only by enduring this pain could one attain spiritual enjoyment.

Given their lofty status as true successor disciples of the Immortal-Worshiping Sect, even the sect master of a fourth-rate sect would have to treat them with utmost respect, which was why Si Dai was filled with anger.

An shook his head and dropped a parting remark: "Sooner or later, you'll be ruined by your own goody-two-shoes personality." With that, following orders, he transformed into a wisp of light smoke and drifted away to search for the children's tracks.

Li Xu and Duer nocked their arrows and fired at the two scouts charging at the very front. One arrow struck the enemy straight in the chest, while the other missed because the scout's horse had sidestepped mid-gallop. The remaining scouts ignored their wounded comrade entirely and charged straight toward Li Xu and his men.

Qu Yuan merely smiled silently and said no more, fixing her gaze intently on the flames. To be honest, she was a bit worried now, terrified that he might suffer even the slightest mishap, and she gripped her sword tightly in nervous tension.

"Suo Chuo Xi'er, your tribe is truly blessed!" Flush with wine and food, Damiye, an elder of the Bishi Tribe, slurred his words. The sentence was simple enough for Li Xu to understand completely. However, what the elder said next made Li Xu feel it was entirely nonsensical.