41. Rebellious to the Bone, Trampling Every High Official (Third Update for Nutrient-Solution Support)

As people experience more of life and their surroundings change, they begin to feel that they have "grown up" and "matured." Gradually, they lose that initial mindset, and before they know it, the path they have chosen to walk becomes increasingly difficult and complicated.

"However, there really are a lot of things about you that I don't know," Yiming said with a hint of loneliness.

"Hey, we're just youngsters joking around, why make things so serious?" Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Lu Yu quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

Feng Chenhai's face turned pale, and his mood plummeted to rock bottom. Yet at this moment, he showed a spine; picking up a stray longsword nearby, he drew it and slit his throat.

Chen Kai had also woken up. Both men possessed strong vigilance, and she had been gone for quite a while. Even without making much noise, discovery was not entirely out of the question—not everyone could be as carefree and oblivious as the person sitting beside her.

It was not until all the giant flame hands reaching toward Lu Lin were cleaved apart by his single blade that he seemed to show a slight reaction. Slowly, he raised his left hand, seemingly attempting to use it to protect himself directly.

"A-Guang... Actually, I should have realized long ago that you are the Great Demon King," Jiang Yuheng's trembling voice came from behind.

In the darkness, Zoro's barely suppressed, excited voice suddenly rang out. Could it be that he had found something delicious?

"Cough, cough..." Yaogang climbed up from the ground coughing. This time, he did not foolishly rush forward to take a beating again. He wasn't acting out of cowardice, but rather seriously pondering something.

After coming out, she took out some fruit from her spatial storage and began to eat. Once finished, she drank some milk, followed by two chicken drumsticks and a piece of bread, finally managing to suppress the lingering taste in her mouth.

Because Gu Qingnian was afraid that Li Chaozuo would find out and interfere by using his connections to have her application rejected, she asked the staff to help keep the matter a secret.

Old Aunt Xu felt a splitting headache. "Old Madam, please stop making a fuss. At the end of the day, all it does is put the Master in a difficult position." As if the Master would want to see that.

Jiu Ge's pupils shifted slightly. Her eyes were somewhat red, and her eye sockets stung. She blinked, and blinked again, as a crystalline tear involuntarily fell. She did not want to hear this sound, nor did she wish to recall the memories. She deliberately forced herself not to think, halting the very turning of her brain cells.

"I plan to marry into the Jiang family." Wanqing had thought about it all the way here, concluding that marrying into the Jiang family was currently her best way out.

Just as Jiu Ge was hesitating whether to go down, suddenly, something drifted gently down onto her head and shoulders, bringing with it a wave of fragrance—familiar and unforgettable.

Given Tian Ruogui's abilities, had he been pitted against Zhang Wuxin or He Zhonghua, he would have been utterly and thoroughly crushed. But since I had only debuted in the circle three years ago and lacked a prominent reputation, he always maintained a sense of superiority over me.

With his mind in absolute chaos, he looked toward the first table. Seated at that table were the most illustrious figures in the entire East City, including the Military Governor of East City, and he needed to verify his own suspicions.

Indeed, it was precisely because of Luo Youge that Tumi had snatched her away from Mo Che, thereby completely arousing Mo Che's wrath.

"What on earth are you doing?" Caught off guard by his sudden movement, she blurted it out, her speech even slipping into a regional northern dialect.

As for Jiang Jingyu, he kept his head down, desperately shoving squid ink pasta into his mouth with a fork to hold back his laughter.

Hua Mei'er was indeed mortified at this moment. She only blamed herself for not wearing proper athletic attire before suddenly flying into a temper and challenging Qin Bing to a duel.

Whether it was true or false no one cared, but from that day onward, people looked at him with a few more shades of curiosity.

"You're leaving after just saying a few words?" Yang Haiqian still found it hard to believe, asking with some astonishment.

The people around her had already sacrificed too much for her; perhaps she shouldn't be so self-willed, nor could she afford to delay Yan Siyu any longer.

He would never dare to disobey his own beloved wife. Besides, compared to names like Gou Dan or Wang Cai, Tangbao was already quite high-end and sophisticated.

Wen Shan barely steadied her nerves to convince herself of this, yet for some reason, she felt a lingering flutter of panic.

Perhaps out of fear of arousing the jailer's suspicion, coupled with this failure to blast open the gate, Feng Qi offered Tang Yueshuang a few words of caution before leaving.

If she hadn't encountered a scumbag, her elderly mother wouldn't have had to toil so hard, coming with her to a foreign land in her sixties.

After the wedding banquet ended, Lin Yunran, accompanied by Li Fei and Wennian, went to the hospital and obtained more information from Han Shaoyang.

His body was covered in thick scales, half black and half red, which were extraordinarily tough and warded off many attacks for him.

"Consider yourself lucky today." Leaving those words behind, Yang Xuan turned and walked away, disappearing over the distant horizon in a few bounds.

I quickly took it. It felt heavy in my hand, though I could not tell what metal it was cast from. Lowering my head to examine it closely, I saw it was a compass, with a total of seven rings inside and out, covered in ritual diagrams. The outermost perimeter featured the Eight Trigrams, while the inner circle contained interlocking Yin and Yang fish. A faint luster drifted across its surface, and at a glance, it was clearly a spiritual antiquity.

Qin Jun countered with a palm strike, the Great Zhou Heaven-Shattering Palm, condensing supreme flames into a massive fiery hand that blasted outward.

The moment Yuan's voice faded, a streak of yellow aurora shot back rapidly from above, reappearing in the field of vision of both Xiao Kuang and Yuan.

Master Madan let out a roar, killing intent filling his entire body. His dim, aged eyes suddenly became piercingly bright as he stared fixedly at Xiao Zhanfeng, wishing he could swallow him whole in a single bite.

"Yes, so we came here today for two purposes: first, to express our apologies to Mr. Zhang, and second, to hope that Mr. Zhang can help us," Police Chief Brown said.

At that moment, several external experts visiting the Sword God Palace deeply felt Yang Xuan's might, all of them bowing and cupping their fists in respectful greeting from afar.

Thus, some people really did scram, because the legendary Daoist Huanglong was simply too terrifying and mysterious.

First Elder Fang Tian's expression was utterly gloomy and unsightly, turning a shade of dark iron, while a deep sense of unease rose within his heart.

At this moment, Mu Qing closed her eyes, and following Wu Shisan's guidance, countless construction workers instantly appeared before her mind's eye.

This place was situated in the most bustling commercial hub of the Jin Kingdom; finding a shop willing to transfer its lease was no easy task.

With all his immense capability, Hu Qingyan could never seat himself on the imperial throne. For no other reason than this: no matter how muddle-headed the old Ninth Prince might be, he was still the universally recognized sovereign.

The people around were exchanging greetings, and Tong Yang nodded, yet she did not linger. Even if those people wanted to cozy up to her, they would have to worry whether she had the inclination, lest they simply become annoying.