Volume One, Chapter 26: Wishing to Spar with the Campus Beauty, Bai

“Alright, Jiang Buyue, can we stop messing around? I’m willing to forgive your past mistakes. If you behave well, I... might even hold your hand.”

Jiang Buyue smiled playfully, deciding to tease Li Shishi a little.

“How about this? When I come over, you have to kiss me first, then I’ll help you!”

A look of panic flashed across Li Shishi’s face.

“Jiang Buyue... we—”

Her expression darkened as she was about to agree, planning to deceive him and think of an excuse later. Unexpectedly—

“Smack!”

A sharp slap landed.

Her phone clattered to the ground.

Zhang Xiaowei, standing nearby, was stunned. Just moments ago, he had been slapped, and if he got slapped again, she definitely wouldn’t tolerate it.

“Wildcat! Respond if you hear me!” Wang Ping, unable to deal with the monster at the moment, ran aside and called out to Wildcat over his walkie-talkie.

To Lord Doro, the demons’ complaints were like slaps in the face. Yet, since he had asked the demons to voice their opinions, it felt improper to suppress them with psychic shocks or mind control.

For example, when Ronio had just breached a section of the city wall, five drow warriors leapt from different directions toward the Magma Destroyer. They were the martial captains responsible for that wall segment, and with the wall destroyed, they were sure to face severe punishment.

In summer, they faced the scorching sun; in winter, they sat cross-legged in icy caves, starving their stomachs and stinking their skin—enduring every hardship to strengthen their minds. This was the path of rigorous cultivation.

As a bachelor—no, as a moral and idealistic person—Yang Lige was determined to emulate the builders of the future. So, he started playing games as soon as he woke up.

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At that moment, Lord Doro was patrolling his territory. After he had crushed and killed the demon viscount who had been causing trouble, the reputation of Doro Castle had spread across nearly ten thousand miles of land. Consequently, the number of demons seeking to pledge allegiance grew daily.

In truth, the true owner of that stone sculpture was not the Hong Kong merchant, but someone else entirely. It was said that the “Home of Dreams” had been secretly transported to Tibet, where it was renamed “The Other Shore,” symbolizing the mundane world on this shore and the pure land on the far shore.

If the LCK region in South Korea had been allotted four spots in the past, Fist would have long dominated the Korean dynasty.

Yuan Zhenxia knew, whenever he mentioned Ruan Xiuzhen’s name, how much self-control it took to keep his voice steady and unshaken.

After climbing the stone steps, Yuan Zhenxia set foot on the ground of the ancestral hall and walked straight toward Huang Juan, his thoughts a turbulent sea.

At worst, like having a riding alpaca named Su, as the park grew larger, he could still use Jiguang to get around and indulge himself a little.

Of course, there was a certain legendary aura about it. In their line of work, even monks had such things—let alone someone merely switching professions. Moreover, Lingyou’s fame had grown tremendously since Huang Qi first arrived; it was now an industry leader, so it was no longer so hard to understand.

“Where are we going? Shouldn’t we care about everyone else?” He Zhenzhen glanced at the newcomers, hesitating as she spoke.

Among the three, only Tian Yi had some skills, but he was old. Even with the protection of the Embroidered Guards and the Eastern Depot agents, entering was still a death sentence.

Countless heroes had died because of greed. The Snake King was no hero, but seeing the ancient artifact within reach before his eyes, how could he not be tempted?

Outside were bears; inside, lions. Xiang Songbai’s face turned pale. He had no choice but to climb back up the tree with his child on his back. Holding the child and the tree left no time to swat ants, so he endured the pain.

The streets of District Eight were peaceful. Many pedestrians were out for outdoor activities, leisurely and carefree. Mounted police were sparse but maintained their usual presence.

“Let’s observe a bit longer. If his character and cultivation are both excellent, we might recruit him as a guest member of our Whale Gang,” Lan Luo’er thought.

But that was months ago. Now, she had no such intention—not even to let him into the house.

When Zhou Hong opened the door, she saw Depp resting his hands on Zhong Jianyun’s shoulders. Though this annoyed him, he didn’t show it.

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Wu Feng thought, to win every battle, one must know both oneself and the enemy. If he could learn the movements of the Fire Sparrow clan, then all he needed to do was avoid their sight to escape.

After reviewing the information on the panel, Qin Yuan clicked without hesitation on the “Turtle Breath Divine Skill” study button.

The soldiers behind wielded long, sharp spears several meters in length, repeatedly thrusting beyond the shields.

Dongfang Qi stirred his coffee absentmindedly, never taking a sip until it cooled completely.

The figure who had leapt from the flames was none other than their ninth senior brother, though he looked utterly disheveled, hair loose and face flushed.

Elders on other nearby peaks were engaged in fierce battles with several Yuan Ying-level shadow puppets.

Following the direction of her finger, Su Luo glanced up. The four large characters of “White Emperor Group” were clearly emblazoned atop the building opposite.

Shen Yingxi silently mused, but now was clearly not the time to dwell on such matters. His face was tense as he stared at the four shapeshifted magical beasts before him.

Take Xie Ruyi, for example. When he heard she had died in the cold palace last life, he sighed, saying she was a pitiable soul, always trapped by circumstances beyond her control.

“Since it was a hanging, why then beat the grievance drum? Don’t you know that falsely beating the grievance drum is a serious offense—twenty lashes and three days in the cangue!” Yang Xu’s tone was heavy as he spoke.

Gu Lan had shared a bed with him for twenty years and knew his personality well, yet she still wanted to try. Besides, because of her illness, she could never bear children. Was she to leave him without an heir?

More strangely, below about 800 meters above the Linhai, a large number of interfering signals suddenly appeared in the environment.

Yi Xuanya coquettishly said, “Things aren’t without hope for change. I believe we can overcome this crisis, because—” She paused, “my brother’s status here is beyond anything we ever imagined.”