Volume 1, Chapter 38: They Have Registered Their Marriage!

His figure had long since vanished deep into the valley, leaving no trace behind. Only the Red Fire Monkey King remained, standing still, its gaze fixed intently on the direction in which Fang Yun had departed, while increasingly savage and violent flames danced within its pupils.

"That's right, your brother Huan Zhang is only temporarily misled; in truth, you are still the person he loves most." Liu Yun gently stroked Qin Rou’s hair. This was not just to comfort her, but also a reflection of her own inner thoughts.

Just as human martial artists experience a surge in power after breaking through a major cultivation realm, so too do demonic beasts.

Draining the pond to catch the fish would yield little spiritual energy and, worse, would ruin the seeds of the Black Lotus.

Ten minutes later, Lin Feng had already poured more than half a bottle of red wine for the two of them. It was likely they had never drunk like this in their lives, and though their steps were unsteady, their consciousness remained relatively clear.

Jackson heard his name called. Like Dunn, he was extremely surprised. He too had only appeared during garbage time in the first two rounds of the playoffs before being benched. To have Coach D'Antoni send both Dunn and himself onto the court at such a critical moment left him unable to fathom what the coach was thinking.

When the pale green rain of light fell upon Mu Qibing, a warm current flooded his heart. At the same time, he felt his wounds, previously sliced open by the scimitar, begin to burn and itch, showing signs of healing. He couldn't help but marvel at how heaven-defying the healing skill truly was.

"Seeking a doctor? What doctor? What injuries did that young master sustain, and where exactly did they go?" Yue Ling grew anxious, staring at her intently.

Lin Feng, however, made no move, standing there with a smile. He could sense a massive, surging aura rushing toward their location at high speed.

Another dozen missiles were fired simultaneously from the wings of the sky carrier. Although the Zombie Leviathan tried its best to dodge, it was inevitably struck head-on by three or four of them. The carapace on its back finally gave way and peeled off completely, exposing the dark pink flesh beneath.

Of course, this was on the condition that she did not provoke the other party; she had no intention of losing an arm or any other body part. If they were to fight to the death here, they did not have sufficient odds of winning—though she trusted the other party didn't either—but who would want to gamble on the behavioral patterns of a madman?

The crowd surged in from all directions, packing the square until it was airtight. The imperial guards leaned on their long axes to barely hold back the pressing masses. The white-robed bishop walked slowly forward, placed the platinum holy emblem atop the coffin, clasped his hands before his chest, and bowed his head in a whispered prayer.

Truth be told, without the weakness of fire, Martian Manhunter was a more troublesome enemy than Superman or the Flash; after all, his abilities were simply too comprehensive. Now, Chen Lei could say with certainty that he had no confidence in dealing with a Martian Manhunter in his "Fire Demon" state; their strength was not even on the same level to begin with.

At this moment, he did not want to face anyone's expectant gaze. The higher the expectations, the easier it was to be disappointed.

Bao'er crawled onto Han Sen’s shoulder, leaned close to the ventilation duct, and looked at the armored creature inside the giant iron furnace with great curiosity.

Boss Shen applied maximum force. If one listened closely, they could hear the squeaking and grinding of the shears being compressed.

Rose received the basketball again. The atmosphere in the arena grew restless. Perhaps the players could feel the fans' current longing. "Rose, hit another three!" Under Lin’s defense, Rose ultimately chose not to attack and instead immediately launched a high lob pass to Anthony.

"You need not count on this!" General Ross endured the excruciating pain of his body being slowly roasted, answering Chen Lei defiantly. General Ross might have been a villain, but even his opponent, Chen Lei, had to admit that he was a resilient soldier—a piece of steel that could talk.

However, Chen Lei cared nothing for Doctor Strange’s meaningless remarks, his brain rapidly analyzing the current situation.

Although the male cadre felt a sense of disdain in his heart, he maintained an amiable expression on his face. His eyes flickered as he led the visiting group of students toward the backyard.

Rong Yue knew this was not the time to demand reasons; she trusted that Qiu Xuan must have his own plans. There were too many questions tangled in her mind, and she longed for clarity, but now was not the time for questioning.

The crowd continued to jeer, but seeing An Nianchu remain silent and turn to leave, the students began to disperse as well.

The old shaman sat on the stone floor, and Sun Changning let out a long, long breath. It was an incredibly drawn-out exhalation, lasting a full three minutes. It was not the violent gasping of an ordinary person, but a slow, steady stream. One could clearly see a column of white mist being pushed from his mouth, traveling a great distance.

"Fine, fine, I won't laugh. Did you have to be so fierce?" Feng Wuchen pouted, looking at Ling Yihan with resentment.

Qiu Xuan felt guilty, grief-stricken, and possessed of monstrous killing intent. His eyes were now blood-red; at a glance, one might have mistaken him for a wild beast.

"It's the house I bought. Follow me. You'll stay in this room. There are clothes and pajamas inside. Go take a good shower and get a good night's sleep." He led me to a door.

Chen Chen felt somewhat moved, but the moment she thought about her beautiful ink-wash painting dress—which had taken her three months to complete—being ruined like this, her heart was filled with a raging fire.

It was precisely for this reason that Lu Moshan had not touched a single hair on Roderian’s head until now.

Without the slightest feeling of being discovered, Cheng Tian relied on his powerful soul energy to sense that there were no soul-type mages here, nor any seven-star mages presiding over the area.

He was truly like a mute eating coptis—unable to voice his bitterness. He swore he had truly seen a troop pass by not far from the city gate.

The several gazes that had been observing Lei Sheng were full of curiosity; this foreign, strange child was appearing in this town for the first time.

I tried everything in my power, but Mei wanted to stay in the countryside to raise chickens and ducks with my mother every day. I couldn't do anything about her, so I had to let it go.