Volume 1, Chapter 26: Finally, News of Me

"Master Lu, Master Lu, here is your braised beef instant noodles. There is boiling water in the kitchen." Seeing Lu Dongbin open the door, Zhang Gui hurriedly offered the noodles with a flattering smile.

The distance of a dozen paces was covered in the blink of an eye. Zhao Gao’s fierce onslaught instantly engulfed Lin Xiang.

"I don’t understand what a servant girl or a streetwalker is. I asked my father, and he said those are not good places. He also said that even if I starve to death in this life, I must never be anyone’s slave."

Qin Feng did not care about that; he mounted the coffin lid and, exerting all his brute strength, tried to pry it open.

Yes, he prepared to summon his own natal soul beast using the same method as Nan Tiantian.

They were either guided away by the laws of reincarnation, cleansed of all worldly power and memories, and submerged into the cycle of reincarnation to be reborn.

However, after a whole day of running for his life, Ye Ming’s internal energy and stamina were long since exhausted from several intense battles. Under the fierce assault of an expert like Lin Jin, he was driven to a dead end within a few moves.

That was the era of the Primordial Demon Gods, an age where all post-natal beings were like mere ants.

In the ethereal realm, connecting to the void and the Great Dao, immortal celestial light flickered at the center of Xuan Long’s brows.

At the mere thought of the lecture he received from Gu Cheng the last time he tried to eat fried skewers, Meng Yan shuddered. Gu Cheng was perfect in every way, except for being too motherly.

"Master, please calm your anger. Since Tianyuan has been captured by Aida Takeshi, we should think of a countermeasure!" Masao glanced at Sakata Masao and urged.

But before Qian Jin could finish speaking, Anna’s delicate finger gently pressed against his lips.

Shen Danni slapped the chubby face hard; when the palm landed, the flesh on the director’s wife’s face actually trembled.

This floor was still for guest rooms, but compared to the standard rooms on the second floor, the conditions here were clearly worse.

He did not fare any better, slamming into the wall with a thud, almost rattling his very bones. This was Yan Haoning doing him a favor, though she had intentionally used extra force as punishment for his disobedience. It was a case of settling a private score under the guise of official duty, and Xi Feng could only suffer in silence.

Hearing this, Mo Yunqing could not help but look up at her again. Seeing her lips curled in a faint smile, looking serene and peaceful, he paused with a frown, a flash of guilt appearing in his eyes.

Yu Aotian’s voice suddenly came from beside her, and before Yao Yao could recover, a pair of arms behind her gently wrapped around her neck.

"Give it a rest. With a remark like that, your skin is thicker than tree bark!" Aida Yumi said with contempt.

In other parts of the God Realm, cultivators were engaged in fierce battles. The demons were slaughtering wantonly, plunging the realm into a storm of blood and carnage.

Lu Mingfu naturally saw the teahouse as well and looked hesitant, asking the old nanny, "How much further is it to Longfu Temple?" If it were not too far, they would just have to endure it.

"Senior, I will never forget your kindness today! Wait a moment, I will immediately use my great power to release you from this cage!" This was what Jiang Lin wanted to do most, and it was the path he had firmly decided upon.

I stayed in the hospital for seven or eight days. The swelling and pain in my arm had completely vanished, and my body was mostly recovered. To celebrate my discharge, Su Yichen and the others said they wanted to throw a welcome party for me.

A total of five million elite troops had been assembled across the entire front line. The logistics force was several times that number. Looking out, the four distinct camps stretched on, making the very air feel solemn, heavy, and murderous.

However, no one was using a bamboo pole to poke my back anymore, cursing at me, or telling me to swim for my life.

Last time, Chi You had the chance to kill the Yellow Emperor, but he was saved by the Queen Mother of the West. This time, Chi You was determined to take the Yellow Emperor’s life. If the Yellow Emperor fell, the human race would be defeated without a fight.

The result, naturally, was that their shopping plans had to be moved forward once the competition began; it seemed the last two days of the holiday would have to be spent at the auction venue.

I frowned, thinking to myself that there was such a thing; no wonder Director Sun was so afraid of my younger sister.

Li Dazhong not only refused to let them see, but also deliberately took a detour, staying far away from these sentry posts as if to avoid them.

"Su Yi..." Gazing at the full moon in the sky, Shen Hai called out to Su Yi, who was standing on tiptoes placing candles on the Eight Immortals table.

Ten years had passed since that departure. Now, Zhao Shiyin was sixteen, and Xu Qing’an was seventeen; in another year, he would be enfeoffed as a prince.

The Empress Dowager did not state her mind directly; in any case, as long as she described the scene, any clever person would know what the problem was.

"Old Nine, what you said earlier about selling that poem to me for ten gold—was it true or false?" Xu Chuan looked at Xu Qing’an and asked.

The person before her spoke with the most innocent and naive voice, but the smile on her face was so sinister it made one’s hair stand on end. Relying on the fact that no one else could see from this angle, she smiled with unbridled malice.

One must know that in the perception of the vast majority of humans, dogs were already ranked number one among animals for their keen sense of smell.

On the surface, she was pitiful, disheveled and miserable, fragile yet resilient—the very image of a kind person who held no grudges against anyone.

Returning to the Zheng family, she had barely sat down when Zheng Duoqing found her, insisting on purchasing sunflower seeds, claiming they were not enough.

The axe must have been sharpened not long ago, its blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

Nearby, Chen Yutang was being tugged at his trousers by Zhaocai, Jinbao, and Gousheng, each more excited than the last.

Tang Chuxia had no choice but to tell the truth, especially regarding what Wu Yue had told her; Tang Jianbing was very worried about Tang Chuxia’s safety.

When the Mao-girl Admiral sent that communication terminal alert—the Mao-bear Admiral would absolutely answer in a second. Upon hearing his darling girl wanted 480,000 units of fuel to purchase Niu Shangtian’s new-style ship equipment, he transferred 550,000 without a second word.