Volume 1, Chapter 52: Supermarket Grand Opening

Fearing injury, Tang and Yan held hands and stepped on their flying swords, retreating to a distant cliff. Turning around, they saw the raging fire below while the tiger demon continued to roll and spout flames frantically.

Zhang Jingfeng's hands were trembling, his face was tear-stained, and he turned his pleading gaze toward Li Dong.

It seemed that the awakening time would be pushed back each time. Therefore, if she kept failing to find the right way, would she eventually run out of chances? The more Shi Wanxi thought about it, the more annoyed she felt.

There was a rumor that this robot was manufactured by Lion Steel. Rumors circulated in the East District that a major corporation had some connection with the Old World company. Since this was merely a rumor, there was no concrete evidence regarding the matter. However, it was certainly a lucrative rumor.

Li Chungang, Green-robed Girl, Xuanquan Dapan, and Shui Yunji sized up the two Flame Lingji, yet they could not tell at all which was the true body and which was the clone.

"If Your Majesty is truly consumed by imperial wrath and insists on taking my life to vent the fury in your heart, then perhaps it is simply my destined fate, and I have nothing more to say." Lingyun's gaze was serene, and a desolate smile surfaced on his clear, handsome face.

With that, Li Zanhua spurred his horse and rode off. Master Yuanjing cast a single glance back at the Military Commissioner's Office, then fiercely whipped his horse to follow.

Jing Yi Bai had never expected Chen Jinchuan to get injured. Chen Jinchuan held extraordinary significance for him; he was the first person since he grew up who treated him kindly without any guard, clean and pure.

Alpha looked at Akira's frustrated expression and smiled at him, as if trying to cheer him up.

Akira was enjoying his bath, letting the warm water envelop his body as he relaxed. Therefore, he had no time to react to Alpha's teasing, and even just telling her to stop made him sound irritated.

Bai Ruozhu felt an even greater sense of alarm. Fortunately, she had not acted rashly just then; given her level of lightness Kung Fu, once discovered by that person, she would have had no way of escaping.

"You are also made of flesh and blood, and this amount is already the limit." Qi Qi looked up at him for a moment before continuing to tidy up her belongings.

All things considered, Xu Yuan felt that no matter how good or god-like handsome other people's husbands were, her own was still the best.

At this moment, Preston turned back and called out, signaling that their time was up. Then he and Zhou Mo walked toward the police station, taking out his phone along the way as if talking to someone.

"It was because Qi Dian placed a soul-spirit lock on us that our fellow disciples were forced to compete. Now it seems that everything was an illusion. Watching her arm severed by a single blade, and a moment later her head and soul smashed to pieces by a whip, she could manipulate us at will. Yet what does that count for in the eyes of the strong?"

Having passed through the days of the imperial palace in The Deer and the Cauldron, and having witnessed Invincible East's bizarre romantic experiences, Chen Mo could tell—although the voice was soft and thin, it concealed a hint of strange awkwardness—at a single listen, it was the voice of a eunuch.

Hearing the title "Heir of the Duke of Weiguo," Qin Han's heart pounded wildly. Unable to help herself, she stood on tiptoe, stretched out her neck, and gazed toward Xiao Ting, catching sight of that handsome brow, refined eyes, and upright figure.

Twenty years of imperial capital prosperity, returning in dreams to the waters of Jiangnan, was already enough. For the remaining half of her life, she only desired the lone smoke of the desert and the setting sun over the long river, accompanying her beloved to guard the frontier.

Finally, that person handed over a map, on which some routes were marked with red arrows.

Having practiced cultivation since childhood, though situated in an environment like the Xuanyin Sect, she had never shown any warmth toward men. Yet with Mo Zixing, though they were initial acquaintances and had met only a few times, they conversed very happily. It even made her somewhat suspect whether her once-firm Dao heart had wavered.

"What are they doing?" one of the space pirates stepped forward and asked, speaking in Interstellar Common.

"...Are you saying that Su Xiang insists on old seven escorting her back to the capital? And even claims she wants to gift him a grand contribution?" The Emperor of Wei was surprised.

The void suddenly split open, and a giant mouth spanning several hundred miles appeared in mid-air. With a single gulp, it swallowed the divine essence he was attempting to escape with.

"Governor-General, this subordinate cannot quite put his finger on it, but this man gives me a rather dangerous feeling!" Gao Yigong rubbed his head and said.

"Still, Sister-in-law cares for us the most. In the future, our major affairs will still need to trouble Sister-in-law's efforts!" Jiang Ping was quite clever and readily agreed.

"With just this handful of people, where is the need for me to bring so many along! Lord Zuo is truly overthinking!" Huang Degong let out a hearty laugh, instantly revealing his true colors as a human tank began to rumble into motion.

This was the manifestation of a strange phenomenon when the forbidden arts within the divine pearl were unleashed. The world behind him was in a state of collapse and annihilation, faintly revealing thirty-three heavenly realms.

Zhang Ziqing was no ordinary human; instead of dodging to either side, he rotated his weapon into a reverse grip, the short blade's edge pressed tightly against his wrist, his elbows held forward level, and with a light tap of his feet, he charged straight toward the face of the tomb-moth.

When the three sisters were riding on the white fox, they could not join hands to cultivate together, so they ended up talking a bit more with Yan Changlan. Whenever they went out in daily life, they treated others gently and had made many friends. In their eyes, Yan Changlan, whose moral character was exceptional, was also someone worth befriending, which naturally aroused a bit more curiosity in them.

Therefore, Dr. Chai looked at the calm man before him with extreme curiosity, and asked gently,

One must proceed from reality; that is called acting according to the capacity of one's own pockets. Without that capability, one should not strive to climb too high, for the higher one goes, the harder one falls.