Volume 1, Chapter 30: The First Notice, High Expectations for You

Waking up early the next morning, the first thing Wen Yu did was to check her face in the mirror. Seeing that the swelling had gone down significantly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Rubbing her cheeks, she threw on a coat and emerged to find that Shen Shuhe had already prepared breakfast. Wen Yu cupped her face, let out a joyous "wow," and rushed over to hug her. "Darling, you are just too virtuous."

Anderson and the political prisoners attempted to use the Lop Nur neuro-virus, recently developed by the Blood God Church, to incite riots in Luohai City, thereby creating a window of time for the Demon Lord to forge a purgatory.

As the young man delivered his final words, it served as a command for a massacre to those in the Divine Realm. Jiu Yin acted as if she had heard nothing; her expression remained entirely unruffled, showing the same indifference as always. As for the curses cast by Shizihua, she had never once taken them to heart.

The demon cultivator who spoke was a thin, ten-foot-tall man with a horse-like face, standing at the third tier of the Demon Emperor realm.

"If you cannot catch those criminals, the Zhou family will certainly not let this rest! Keep searching!" Zhou Zhen roared.

Huo Yun embraced Yu Weiwei to comfort her, and a shy, crimson flush instantly bloomed on her face.

A-Tao’s strength was a cut above Li Lixuan’s, and she was adept at stealth. With her leading Su Li and using her internal energy to mask Su Li’s breathing, Li Lixuan remained completely unaware that he was being followed, leading Su Li straight to his destination.

The general still had not fulfilled his promise. He had claimed that in the next match, he would shift his position to crush Yu Yichen, yet he failed to do so in this game as well. Furthermore, he suffered an injury in the second half and had to leave the court, casting a shadow over the Washington Wizards’ entire season.

"If she does this, it is undoubtedly entirely for your sake. Even if you don't wish to owe her anything, you will be in her debt," Wu Jinsong said.

Mao Yixian’s gu insects were also dying. The gu-human was incredibly ferocious, snatching up the insects and stuffing them into its mouth; multicolored fluids trickled down its hideous, snarling jaw.

The remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates were overcome with intense agitation upon hearing the news of Karl’s arrest.

Yet, she was unwilling to accept this. Why should she, a daughter of a prestigious family, be reduced to a village girl looked down upon by others?

Every time she woke up, her face was pale and her clothes were soaked with sweat. She wanted to call a physician to take a look, but Xiahou Yu refused. The Emperor was frail, and she dared not tell him for fear of causing him distress. Before Xiahou Yu had fully recovered, the Emperor himself fell ill.

The thick armor of the Gundam Gusion, combined with the characteristics of its dual Ahab Reactors, gave its defensive capabilities a level nearly equivalent to that of a warship.

In truth, she knew nothing about management; it was better to leave such matters to the professionals. As for making money, that was a necessity, as she was currently buried in debt.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Mr. E announced that it was time to eat. The meal was generous, featuring beef pancakes as the staple, accompanied by shredded potatoes and shredded pork in sweet bean sauce with scallions.

Xia Bu’er walked into the canteen with a grin. Chen Sanjia and the others had certainly never heard of him, but when the crowd surged into the canteen with such jubilant energy, their reverent attitude shocked them to the core. They never expected that this young, distant relative of theirs was actually such an incredibly formidable figure.

Having lived abroad for several years, Zhang Xiaoyu’s palate had not changed; he still favored Chinese food above all else, and he was currently sweeping through the dishes on the table like a whirlwind.

And so, when it truly came time to fill out the yearbooks, aside from one or two who wrote with genuine sincerity and from the heart, most were perfunctory.

"Shengnan, I’m truly puzzled as to why you haven’t called me in all these years. I felt we got along so well back then. I’ve actually always wanted to help you. Could it be that you have a bad impression of me?" Li Ruhan asked, his brow furrowed with inner conflict.