Volume 1, Chapter 25: His Consideration and Tenderness

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One could well imagine what it would feel like once all six claws of the Ranyi Beast were planted across one’s face.

When the people who had suffered under the disaster left Hengzhou, the five thousand righteous troops from Chen and Yong were already charging toward Changsha with murderous momentum.

After walking some distance, he looked back and saw that the red umbrella had stopped as well, covering half of the person holding it. He stared for a moment, then smiled, shook his head, turned around, and walked away.

Elder Gongyang clenched his fists, seemingly immensely proud of himself. As a cultivator, he had already lived for more than two hundred years; naturally, that was something to be proud of. Not only that—even at the ripe old age of two hundred, he could still wake every morning with his manhood standing tall.

Amid laughter and cheerful voices, Lang Fei strolled along, feeling his mind gradually settle within the warmth of that merriment.

Cheng Xin looked as though she could scarcely believe it. Then she suddenly raised her head and saw Lin Feng, hurried over, and seized his hand.

With a fierce howl, strings of bullets suddenly shot out from the yellow curtain of sand. They struck the white shield of light and were all deflected back.

He had to get ahead of the “outsider” and personally demonstrate his loyalty to Zeng Guofan, the commander who held the lifeline of the Xiang Army.

Lang Fei pressed his palms together, then traced a semicircle. A gigantic fireball emerged from his center.

“Your sister was being harassed. If you had arrived even one step later, that bastard would have violated her completely, you blockhead.” Chen Qiuyan glared irritably at Chen Huadong. A flash of killing intent crossed Chen Huadong’s eyes. He immediately strode toward Luo Wei and Ma Jianguang.

In other words, even after Li Yunmu had opened and filled all eight acupoints of the Abdominal Sea, he was still missing the Abdominal Sea’s Great Acupoint—the central acupoint whose perfection mattered most.

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An Ruo’s gaze instantly fixed on that spot, and for several seconds she could not move it away. At that moment, she seemed to have completely forgotten that Tang Wei was still sitting beside her.

Seeing the desolation on Weiyang’s face, Uncle An wanted to explain, but no words would come out. Yes—only now did he understand that, just as the Crown Prince had said, some things were better left untold. Let her hate him. At least, with hatred in her heart, she could stubbornly go on living.

The thought that Weiyang had seen him in that ghastly state made Jun Wuyan’s emotions impossible to calm. He had always prided himself on his composure, yet now he felt an impulse to kill.

When Horus saw the arrival of the Dark Magus, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With the Dark Magus present, the Dark Evil God no longer seemed quite so terrifying.

“You will have more important duties.” Liu Xie drew a deep breath and shook his head. Luoyang was the center of the Great Han’s destiny, and also the place closest to Heaven. The court had to leave a great general there to guard it against unforeseen circumstances.

He slowly extended his hand and had only just placed it against her back when she struck him. Nalan Heng stared at his empty hand, uncertain whether to withdraw it or continue comforting her. In the end, he left it hanging there awkwardly.

Because he had moved too hastily, he pulled out a suggestive silver thread. Luo Qinghan stared fixedly at her with a pair of eyes gleaming an oily green.

He bit down hard on the cigar in his hand, as though he were eating Su Qingge’s flesh and gnawing her bones.

Feeling warmth travel up her arm, Su Xun patted Leng Mengyao on the back of the hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

Fu Yuqing had shot so many animals that he appeared to be enjoying boundless glory, but in truth he had placed himself directly in the eye of the storm.

At a time when this industry had yet to develop, one ought to become its leader.

At four in the afternoon, Lu Kun smoothly picked up Da Ya and Er Ya from their art tutoring class and drove straight toward the Simple Restaurant without even getting out of the car.

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Lu Yan looked at Paul. With his left hand wrapped in a strip of cloth, he once again picked up the shield, which still glowed faintly red. The corner of Lu Yan’s mouth twitched, but in the end he said nothing.

She had also thought about it. She often watched videos of people eating, after all, so it could be considered a form of eating livestream.

After Yixuan finished the pastries, he wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin on the table, then leisurely took a sip of tea and savored it with care. He praised it repeatedly, declaring it to be truly excellent tea. When he finished, he began to toy with the tea cup in his hand, admiring the patterns carved upon it.

“I’m a good student. I don’t fight.” Xiao Zhenghong wore a smile, but in Xu Hui’s eyes, that smile was terrifying.

Grand Secretary Mao Jixian could no longer hold out. During the winter of his first year, he fell ill in bed for two months, and as soon as spring arrived, he requested retirement. In any case, Wang Yuan’s mourning period was about to end, and Mao Ji would have to yield his position even if he stayed. He therefore intended to retire as Grand Secretary.

She normally did not like driving such an eye-catching Ferrari at all, but every time she went to the Jiang family, she had no choice but to make a conspicuous entrance, because it seemed that every visit brought trouble.

“The Desert King was once a Tang general. Don’t tell me you followed Li Shimin’s decree and became a king by imperial command?” Lhachen suddenly remarked.

“I discovered it by chance some time ago, near the edge of the forest. Keep a close eye out for it.” After saying this, Zhentian vanished from the spot without a trace. Only a faint echo remained, reverberating through Ling Feng’s mind.