Volume 1, Chapter 62: About to Cause Trouble Again

Capricorn frowned, raised her eyes to glance at Zhou Yun, and pressed her lips together, unsure of how to respond. Yet the hand holding that Yellow-Grade Recovery Pill remained raised, with no intention of pulling it back.

Murong Qiqi withdrew her hand from the already empty cloth pouch and tossed the empty bag straight at it.

"Shut your mouth!" Gu Quanshan barked sharply, cutting off Gu Luoli's plea. The abruptly raised voice startled Gu Luoqian so violently that her body shuddered, and her tears fell even faster.

I stood there frozen for a moment as the room fell completely silent, immediately followed by the sound of Kurosaki sipping his drink.

Du Feng beamed with joy, finally handing the wine he held in his arms to Xue Sanping. Xue Sanping took the wine jar slowly, noticing that although the clay seal had been broken, there was still dust upon it. Upon catching the scent, the aroma penetrated deep into his nerves, revealing it to be a fine aged vintage. Instantly, a grin stretched wide across his face.

At that moment, I had no idea that those heading to Osaka would be more than just Rikkaidai and Hyoutei.

Mana continued to pour in, but the figure on the screen gradually blurred. Before long, the entire screen vanished.

Originally, she had been prepared to head toward the back, but upon catching sight of a certain someone, she decisively sat down beside Qi Bai.

Did anyone say he didn't deserve to die? But your condescending attitude is just infuriating.

Yet Sect Leader Yue understood that if the other party could remain calm and steadfast amidst such a violent gale, it certainly could not be something an ordinary person could achieve. By the same token, with the weather acting so abnormally and the other party showing no signs of leaving, this also proved that they were definitely connected to the current environment.

In the flash of a spark, the sword hummed and sliced downward, a silver rainbow flashing and vanishing at the point of impact. A burst of blood drifted through the air, its dazzling crimson reflecting in Gongsun Bian's pupils. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable, excruciating pain—a sharp agony radiating from his right wrist.

Xia Ling nodded helplessly. Although she found the relationship between Zhan Bu and her mother absurd, the moment she thought of her mother's lingering attachment to him, she could not bear to reproach her.

As long as Lin Mu hardened his heart at this moment and continued to push forward, taking the opponent's second outer turret would be as effortless as turning a hand, exceedingly simple.

"Who are you?" Just as Meng Ruochen raised a smile, the cold blade of a dagger rested against her shoulder. The voice was freezing, dripping with authority and leaving no room for refusal.

Her expression was bleak and chilling. At this moment, for the safety of everyone, she had made up her mind.

Ning Yue muttered subconsciously, yet he felt the surrounding atmosphere was rather strange. Mu Yinyin had always been extremely excited whenever Red Wolf assigned a task; there was no reason for her to be late and yet not anxious. Yet right now, she still wore a faint, playful smile, appearing entirely as though she were merely watching a good show.

I didn't know what to say, but my fear of the frog-men caused me to shudder at the very thought of them. Goosebumps would break out all over my body—perhaps it was a lingering trauma from when I was terrified by that creature in the depths of the Wushan Valley.

At the dining table, the pristine white tablecloth had already been spread. Jianying, Yunji, Yulie, Wuliao, and even Chifeng stepped into the kitchen one after another, emerging with steaming dishes to place upon the table.

If I hadn't become the world's second-ranked grandmaster and gained absolute power of life and death, who would ever bother to humor me?

The thought of the airplane exploding mid-air and Lin Zhi being blown to ashes made the smile on his face grow even more wicked.

Whenever Wang Bajie heard others discussing and linking Zhu Youting's name with Lin Zhi's, the sourness in his heart was unbearable.

Before long, we returned to the Undead Inn. Seeing the front doors wide open, Old Man Bai hurriedly rushed inside to take inventory of the corpses.

She turned her gaze toward Chen Hui, the shifting light and shadow falling across her face and making it impossible for Chen Hui to read her current expression.

"Even if we are strangers, if you take my hand and dance a while with me, we shall become friends." The scarecrow proactively extended her hand.

Therefore, Sun Yang was currently just an "ordinary person." What he needed to do was act as a peacemaker—temporarily preventing any party from meeting with disaster.

At this moment, Sun Lin focused his attention entirely on the wish-fulfilling white jade pillar in his hand. Noticing that the surface was indeed covered in rust, a trace of doubt arose within him, and the system's prompt immediately sounded.

You want to make me and the faction of 'antique enthusiasts' kill each other off so that you can reap the spoils as the fisherman?

"No, no, how could we possibly not abide by the truce agreement? However, the United States is a democratic country, and the current public sentiment cannot be ignored. It simply cannot be ignored!" The Assistant Secretary of State hurriedly explained.

Next. Whether it was due to sensing the cultivation levels of Fu Yi and others or not, even Tang Yongxin, usually the most lively of them all, unexpectedly chose to retreat into seclusion to practice alongside Feng Ruoyan and Su Jing.

Smiling, Zhao Ziyi sat in Park Jin-young's office and dialed Kim Hyo-yeon's number. Park Jin-young's office had practically become Zhao Ziyi's workspace now.

"Uncle, I'm fine. Please don't scold little Ruanruan like that. Look at me, jumping and full of energy—I don't look like I'm hurt at all, do I?" With that, he even stood up and did a few push-ups to demonstrate his vigor.

The Qing troop leader's face was extremely pale. In the end, the three rounds of martial arts duels had concluded with two victories and one defeat, and those three Qing leaders truly kept their word, pulling back their troops and leaving.

Zhang Luoye stretched his aching body and stood up. Aided by the Master of Heaven's Sacred Heart, his physique was exceptionally hardy. Moreover, the ground below was thick with vines, acting as a cushion; falling from the surface down to this place had caused him no major harm.