Volume 1, Chapter 58: Arousing His Desire for Conquest

Seeing the change in Hao Xin's expression, Hao Meng also let out a sigh of relief and said, "Now that we're done talking, are you still going to sit here?" He was not used to having Hao Xin sitting right next to him, constantly watching him hack other people's computers.

Suddenly, a pitch-black stone detached from the surface of the rock. As if its magnetic energy had failed, the dark stones that were originally adsorbed onto the heavy sword tumbled one after another into the lake, splashing a series of ripples.

Whether in his past life or the present, Simon did not know much about the ocean. Even back in Xibei Village, he had only ever touched the sea along the shoreline. Although he was now out on the sea, his heart felt none of the so-called excitement or the joy of experiencing something new for the first time.

He couldn't help but spit out in disgust. Who writes an official order with such ugly handwriting, and on top of that, actually dares to extort ten taels of silver?

The person behind her stirred slightly, and a hand gently rested on her waist and back. Lan Xi turned her head; Wang Di had already woken up, gazing at her with a hint of expectation and some hesitation deep in his eyes.

Until the Vivre Card burned down to ashes, Luffy still refused to believe that Ace had died just like that—died right before his eyes to protect him.

He quickly wrote Lu Xuehan, Xinyu, and Xu Lin's names on the invitation list, and after a moment of thought, added Murong Shanshan's name as well. First published. First published.

The Seven Warlords were not far from the execution platform, quite close to where Simon stood. Doflamingo's voice caught Simon's attention, and the look Simon cast toward Doflamingo was filled with intense, unmasked murderous intent, bare and raw.

As for the Central Plains, the Liu family was indeed the royal house, but more than that, the Liu family was a great aristocratic clan. The so-called emperor was merely the leader of all the noble families across the entire Central Plains.

It felt as though she had returned to that bone-chilling winter three months ago, drifting up and down in the pool of water, frozen almost to the point of losing consciousness, unable to even stir a ripple with her struggles.

Instantly, the surroundings fell silent. As I floated in mid-air, Cang Xianjun's words were like a beam of light, illuminating me.

In truth, she had originally never stood a chance to openly display her feelings for Song Muchen in such broad daylight.

Yet he simply could not figure it out: back when his brother-in-law was still disabled, what on earth did his sister see in him?

"Crows!" Zhang Xianxian's heart leaped to her throat. This was hardly an auspicious sign. Recalling the phone number 1114, her breathing instantly grew a little hurried.

In fact, everyone among the various factions understood in their hearts that only by stepping onto the mountain peak would one be qualified to contend for the opportunities. Engaging in conflicts now would only lead to premature depletion of strength without much benefit, and if luck were poor, they might even be targeted jointly by other factions.

"Married?" Jing'er stared in disbelief as they chimed in one after another, discussing it quite animatedly. Jing'er's mind kept dwelling on their earlier conversation about Cao Ge's marriage. She had some doubts, yet for a moment could not quite sort out the threads.

That pair of pretty peach blossom eyes rippled with alluring charm, seemingly forever curving into an ambiguous, elusive smile, yet veiled by a thin layer of mist that made them difficult to read clearly.

In a panic, Zhang Xianxian packed up her and her family's belongings, along with some frequently used toiletries, and decided to temporarily take refuge in the hospital. After all, she had privately asked doctors, nurses, and patients she knew well about Boss Tang, and indeed, everything matched Sister Jin's words—he was a good person.

Indeed, the deaths of old fellows like them mattered little, but Xiao Mutong and Gu Xing were in the prime of their youth, and their future achievements were limitless. How could they perish here? No matter what, they had to be safely escorted out.

Regarding whether to trust Qi Yue, the attitudes of Su Shi, Gu Jin, and Su Chengsi were surprisingly unanimous.

Insects carrying dots of fluorescent light flew past their bodies and ears, seeming touched by their warmth as well, lingering around them and refusing to disperse for a long time.

Following that, one person after another began to nod in agreement. Then the host smiled and turned to speak.

"How do they know about our father's affairs?" Damao did not understand. It was not strange for Uncle Sun to know about this, but why did those people today know about their father?

How could Su Tianyuan know that the reason Su Tianyi and the others treated Su Shi so well was entirely because of Su Chengsi himself—stingy, poor, sharp-tongued, and half-blind—fearing that no one would want him in the future, they were trying to secure Su Shi for him.

Bai Ziyang, however, tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind dwelling entirely on what his mother had said. He was no longer an ignorant youth; he knew there truly were unspeakable matters in this world, which naturally meant unspeakable places existed as well, and Aoling Island might just be one such place.

Yet to everyone's surprise, Ye Xuan suddenly patted the young man's shoulder.

After all, when Li Dalong was being bullied, only Ye Xuan stood up to help him, and yet now he was being subjected to such cruelty by Li Dalong.

"It's very simple. Find the eye of the killing array and destroy it." Pojo rarely provided a piece of useful information.

Regarding the issue of remuneration, Mei Wan had planned ahead and discussed it with Ji Luge, specifically requesting that a portion of her pay be given to her privately before reporting a different figure to Guangyu.

In the distance at that moment, terrifying momentum surged, and pillar after pillar of piercing light erupted. The divine power across the entire God-Forbidden Sea was nearly torn apart, and space collapsed in vast swaths.

The most stunning feature must have been her silver-white hair. Mei Wan had not dyed it pure white as originally planned; instead, she had specifically woven streaks of purple and pink among the white, just a few delicate strands. At this moment, the hairstylist had swept the upper half of her hair into a bun while letting the lower half cascade over her shoulders.