Volume 1 Chapter 30 Chapped Lips

"Fei Xun?"

Lin Yuxia, fearing she was seeing things, squeezed her eyes shut and then snapped them open. It really was Fei Xun.

Being held like this was comfortable, certainly, but it was also incredibly embarrassing. She stammered hastily, "I—I can walk on my own. You—you should put me..."

"You can walk? If you could walk, you wouldn't have bumped into me and then accused me of being blind."

When he caught sight of the young gentleman before him, he seemed to realize something, his expression instantly shifting into one of ecstatic delight.

"Uncle Chang, Aunt Chang, sorry to intrude. Oh? Qinqin is here too? If we had known you were coming, we would have all traveled together," Shen Lu said, quite surprised to find Cao Qin present.

Seeing that Lin Feng’s final killing blow was actually his leg, Simon realized in an instant that he had fallen for the trap; the man's lethal strike was not as simple as the roaring fists that appeared on the surface.

After Xia Haoyu finished speaking, he opened the bathroom door with a sharp click and turned to walk out, leaving me sitting blankly on the toilet, at a loss for what to do.

A ring of raging fire suddenly erupted from where his feet touched the ground. As soon as it appeared, the ring grew with the wind, and in no time at all, it formed a vast sea of fire covering an area of over ten feet.

For example, regularly praising a member, rewarding them with money or items, or bestowing treasures and teaching them martial arts or magical skills can all increase that member's loyalty. Even a member with single-digit loyalty can be turned into a die-hard follower with a full rating of 100, depending entirely on the leader's methods.

"This matter is extremely urgent. How many days do you think you will need to capture the thieves of Leopard Head Mountain in one fell swoop? Would ten days suffice?" The magistrate was still preoccupied with the fact that Wu Song needed to deliver his valuables to Tokyo.

While hesitating, he noticed a patch of manually cultivated fields outside the wall. They were lush and green, appearing to be some kind of vegetable or fruit. He hurried over and let out a cheer—it was a patch of sweet potatoes.

I knew there was nothing wrong with what he did. Since he couldn't be won over and was destined to be an adversary, it was better to root out the problem than to let the tiger return to the mountains.

Yue Lang and the others were startled. Though they doubted whether the weapon Jia Zhengjin spoke of—one capable of destroying an entire planet—truly existed, they suppressed their curiosity.

Looking back on all that had passed, there seemed to be little worth harboring resentment over; it was all just something to be met with a smile.

Until he was shoved into an empty classroom—heaven knows why Hogwarts Castle had so many useless rooms—Lockhart remained in a daze, unable to collect his thoughts.

But with this came matters that troubled Lin Jiamao. Upon hearing that Fengxue had a new project, Shen Yang was initially displeased. The reason was self-evident: if Fengxue stood a chance at salvation, things would only be more difficult between him and Bai Nianxue.

Lin Miao'er grew even more triumphant. Suddenly, a blue light flared from her three-foot-long sword, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed out streaks of blue light as it lunged toward Su Shangxuan’s frail form.

"Though my mentor once resided here, this is a place born of heaven and earth. How could one claim it solely for himself? Anyone in the world with virtue and ability may use and enjoy it. Why are you troubled? It is of no consequence! No consequence at all!" said the Wucang Star Lord.

Cao Yong, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, was about the same age as Song Yan. The two were both teachers and friends to each other, so he often disregarded their official ranks, calling Song Yan by his name instead. He laughed, "Old Songchen, that’s not very sporting of you! Who in the capital doesn't know that your calligraphy is worth a thousand pieces of gold? And even then, it's priceless and hard to find."

Host, please obtain the Triwizard Tournament trophy within the mission time limit and reshape a physical body for Mr. Riddle in the diary.

It turned out that after abandoning so much in this world, the one who ended up with nothing left in the end was none other than himself.

After Dongfang Yunyang finished using the Morning Peacock technique, the green energy that had been erupting around his body dissipated, leaving a trace of exhaustion on his face.