Volume One, Chapter 29: Who Gave You Permission to Sit on My Couch?

"Why are you so cold?"
Ji Yan sensed the person in his arms trembling incessantly and carried her onto the bed.
Feng Qian'ge masked the strange look in her eyes; as it turned out, the more one knew, the more trouble followed. But... could she still turn back?
Clang! Suddenly, the light on the sword surged, emitting a piercing, sharp whistle. As shimmering radiance manifested, Gongsun Ming gripped his sword fingers together with a bang, and the massive, blazing blade shot toward Guo Zi'an, who was charging at him.
The Eternal Team returned to the blue side. Mai Qianqin, without a moment's hesitation, chose the support role again. Now that Bai Feng was of paramount importance, it was only natural to craft a setup that would make things more comfortable for him.
Suddenly, her chin was gripped forcefully by Mo Han, and a pain unlike any she had ever felt spread from that spot.
Having been cushioned by the first two rounds, Tie Fuyun was now focused on the power of the Black Tortoise itself, paying little mind to the flames igniting upon his body. That was why he had been so careless in his movements, and why he had not taken it to heart when the fire first grazed him.
We followed him, vaguely remembering turning three corners and passing through three dog-hole-like side gates, climbing for a long time before we finally saw the tomb gate of the main hall.
After all, Ruoshui was not blind; after that Luwu woke up, its mere speech could change the color of the heavens, and the power of its roar was something one could imagine without needing to experience it firsthand.
After chanting it thousands of times, Xiang Yu was startled! Only then did he have a new realization: in this world, many things are composed of the same essence.
Since she could say such a thing, it proved that Tan Qingzhu had already anticipated the subsequent developments the moment she began acting out the script she had envisioned.
In the park, the delicate and noble youth holding a bouquet of roses, with his cold and indifferent expression, was quite the sight to behold.
The side hall was no longer guarded by the Marquis of Dingbei's men; except for Chi Lang and Zi Lang, everyone else belonged to Liu Heng.
Before him lay three attacks: a magic sword thrusting straight for his heart, a beam of light striking toward his throat, and a spiritual attack aimed directly at his brow and sea of consciousness.
But Luo Zaizhen could not understand: the wound had not broken the skin nor shed any blood, so why couldn't it touch water?
It began with the homeroom teacher, Li Qingrou, praising most of the students in the class, followed by a review of what went well during the school sports meet and what still needed improvement.
He had originally come here to see what this fellow was truly capable of, but in the end... he had never expected to witness such an eyesore of a scene.
And this secret, due to the interference of the Archangel's favorite—that six-winged angel—was never spread.
A moment later, the middle-aged woman brought in a basin of hot water, with a tray resting on top holding medicinal ointments and white linen strips. Following behind her was a girl of about eighteen or nineteen, carrying food, tea, and water.
"Woo-woo-woo—" The low sound of a flute rose like a thin mist, intertwining and blending perfectly with the sound of the zither.
"Withdraw your malice!! Messenger of Bernstein, do you intend to declare war on me, Geese?!" Having felt the weight of Zhang Wuxing's killing intent, Geese stepped forward to shield his subordinates and spoke in a booming voice.
Then, various treasures appeared in his hands, radiating lethal power as they transformed into streaks of light, raining down upon Zhuang Wuming.
If the power of fate represented by the Smoke Dragon could be considered a knight's glory, then that glory truly favored him.
The giant warship’s cannons opened fire once more, and as the heavy guns discharged, the wind bullets behind Shukaku were launched in tandem.
"I promised you that I would stop the weak from crying, yet here I am, having made them cry anyway," Zhang Wuxing said.