Volume 1, Chapter 40: Sneaking Off the Ship

Knowing he truly would not touch her, her tense nerves finally relaxed, and drowsiness washed over her.

Chang Yi still felt a lingering unease, wondering if her former coach might one day become Xian's coach. She could only hope they would not project their dissatisfaction with her onto Xian, and that they would be able to recognize Xian's potential and be willing to nurture it.

She had just shoved a piece of freshly scalded tripe into her mouth, but in her haste, she burned a large blister on her lip.

To Liu Dong, he was a fool, but in reality, he was not truly stupid. He had merely been blinded by love and was now simply looking to cause trouble.

Liu Dong’s eyes narrowed. At this moment, he had begun to possess the aura and capability of a dragon ready to soar.

The flames ahead collapsed into a single point, and the cultivator who had been inside was nowhere to be seen.

It was already quite hot in May of the Chongyang calendar. Thus, Liu Dong lay on the bed wearing only his briefs.

After getting into his car, he did not want to return to the shop immediately. He wandered aimlessly through the city, and while waiting at a red light, he caught sight of a couple arguing by the roadside, feeling a rare spark of gossip-fueled interest.

Liang Yu Yuheng nodded in approval and replied, "If Grand Scholar Han’s scholarship is enough to take Yuanshan as a student, that would naturally be for the best." Having said this, he turned his head and looked at Lin Ke with an intriguing expression.

The shifting expressions on her face could not escape the eyes of Gu Mingjue, who had been watching her all along. He said nothing, merely smiling gently as he waited for her response.

Qin Yue had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit she was Princess Ruifu. Whatever, she would bluff as long as she could.

Locke narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the second man to appear after Chekhov. He had vibrant red hair, a frame that appeared extremely gaunt, and a sickly, flushed crimson on his cheeks.

If things were truly as Xuan Zhou had said, and considering the effort he had put into Yue'e, it was not impossible for the two to be together; however, it would ultimately depend on Yue'e’s wishes.

While lost in thought, the path ahead suddenly brightened, and the blue sky and vast earth reappeared before him. Most surprisingly, Yang Xuan’s silhouette stood just ahead, no more than a few dozen yards away.

Across a short distance, Qin Yue saw two stone lions standing before the gate. Although the large plaque reading "Marquis of Qing'an" still hung over the lintel, it was charred and broken, reportedly burned by the fire arrows of the assassins that night.

Thus, in just two days, the number of spirit talismans he had crafted reached a hundred. His speed in crafting them could truly be called peerless in the world.

Glimmers of golden light emerged from the demon cultivator’s nose and then vanished. The Golden Glazed False Flame had indeed been swallowed whole by the demon cultivator, and looking at him now, he was not only unharmed but appeared more energetic than ever.

After Pudding’s first birthday banquet, Ye Duowei became very well-behaved, focusing solely on taking care of Tian Yaru. After keeping him under surveillance for a period of time, his men were withdrawn.

As for Zhou Dongyuan’s father, Old Master Zhou, he was both a drunkard and a gambler—the type who would bet with anyone he met on the street. When the Zhou and Li families conferred, they concocted the gambling wager between Old Master Zhou and Master Li, which led to the marriage contract. It could be said that while the whole affair was somewhat absurd, it was also within the realm of reason.

"Alright, first grab the saddle’s rear ring and focus on maintaining your balance on the horse. I will guide your horse during the following riding session, so don’t worry." Yifei turned her horse’s head to face forward and whistled; the horse beneath Q17 obediently turned and followed in Yifei’s direction.

Qin Jue was born in the world of martial arts. Even after years of living in seclusion in the Ink Bamboo Forest, removed from the affairs of the world, as a veteran of the pugilistic world, he understood the hidden meaning behind Mu Kun’s question.

Niu Gensheng couldn't tell if it was spring or autumn; he only knew that the moon is brightest in one’s hometown! Chang'e loves the Divine Continent! Could the day of reunion and celebration for all under heaven in Huaxia be far off? Friend, have you admired the moon tonight?

"Stay here." Cang Yuan and Qianji went out; Chang Yun and the others were still injured, and going out would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

Poor Empress Nie had intended to use Zhao Si’s marriage to win over the influence of a powerful minister, never imagining that her son, usually so submissive, would repeatedly defy her, eventually leading her to suffer the sarcasm and mockery of Emperor Zhao Yun.

"Someone with the Qilin bloodline shouldn't be unable to handle even this bit of cold!" Ye Changdao teased, for the Qilin bloodline belongs to the element of fire.

Lu Xuehua surveyed the archives room. It was less than 20 square meters, containing a large Eight Immortals table surrounded by four chairs. In one corner of the room stood a massive safe.

"What are you trying to do?" Xiao Ya looked at the man; she could imagine that he wanted to kill Baili Yi.

Liu Mingshi seemed to have made a reservation in advance, pulling Han Shui'er directly into a couples' private room.

"Hasn't the war already begun?" Mikael asked, thinking Raphael was referring to the war in the Alnas Empire.

If they spent time together, Kaisa even felt confident she could fully accept this man as her husband.

"How on earth am I supposed to manifest all three powers at the same time!" Yi Yang clutched his head, beginning to grow agitated.

Seeing this, even if Huang Shiji and Wang Tianxue were usually composed, their faces changed drastically. Only Ji Niankong remained unmoved, as calm as if Mount Tai were crumbling before him or a deer were leaping beside him; his expression didn't flicker, still wearing the same eternal, unchanging smile as his foster father.

Everyone was deeply puzzled upon hearing this. Liu Yunwei had always cherished his soldiers like his own life; how could he say such a thing today?