Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Leader of the Little Tiger Gang

"Buyu, who is the Evil God?" Ouyang Zhongyuan belonged to that type of playboy who lived only to eat and wait for death, spending his days in hedonistic pursuits; therefore, he cared little for the feuds between noble families.

The sound of bones shattering rang out, and the tall assassin fell over like a kite with a broken string, landing five meters away with his palms and arms completely shattered.

"Thank you so much for saving my two companions!" As soon as Tatsumi entered, he bowed deeply to Wu Fan, who was sitting in a chair.

Although sunlight filtered through the ice house, the temperature inside remained very low, preventing the ice from melting. A faint fragrance drifted through the room, and a pair of crystal shoes lay on the floor. He also saw a bed made of ice, topped with a white mattress made of cloud brocade, covered by a thick quilt.

Empress Yue suddenly shifted her position, not to leave, but to turn back. With a wave of her hand, the Qianwu Sword resting on the table flew up and landed in her grip.

Discussions about the Jin'an Fantasy Show were rampant online, and the company was working overtime to handle the crisis.

Not only did he have to suffer mental blows every day, but he also had to deal with that "good student" whose attacks became more ruthless each time.

"Alright, go get some sleep!" Just as Hua Tiancheng finished speaking, Ling Jiuer tapped his cheek. Hua Tiancheng gave a mischievous smile and said, "You really are romantic!" He then kissed her on the cheek, put on a black outfit, draped a red cloak over it, and walked out.

Zhuge Xinwei frowned in disgust. She gave Song Jianfeng a warning glance, then moved a step to the side to maintain her distance from him.

Wu Bei could never have imagined that such a world could exist within a Level 10 Forbidden Zone. Was it not said that the "Desolate" was born here? Where is the Desolate? How could there be people here?

"Order all non-combatant personnel in the Norman star system to board the ships and head for New Michigan. Notify Interstellar Fleet Headquarters: the Norman Star Gate will be held until the very last soldier falls." General Miller issued the order with a heavy heart.

In a moment of peril, Shen Ze lunged forward, caught the hoe, and looked at Li Yue with deep concern.

Gu Yanwei’s face was cold, and he could not hear a word of what Chen Jie was saying. His mind was filled only with Shen Qingqiu, wondering how she was faring with the Eighth Prince and if she was suffering.

"Is it really like this? Then what is this third painting? It looks chaotic, full of rocks and spheres," Tie Xinghan asked.

After both sides reached an agreement, Wu Bei returned to the underground, where the imperial energy continued to spew from the fissures. The next moment, he turned into a phantom and slipped into the depths of the earth along the crack.

"Nonsense, I am a living person and do not belong here. Get me out immediately, or I will destroy you!" I held a ghost-exorcism talisman, entirely unflustered.

"What do you mean by that? Li, you better explain yourself!" Ye Qing said, flushed with anger and shame.

Having received Gu Yan’s promise, the old matriarch felt somewhat relieved; she dismissed everyone and retired to rest.

"And what evidence do you have?" With a smile that reached his eyes, Yan Nanbei suppressed his emotions. A majestic expression appeared on his handsome face, and a surging aura slowly emanated from him, carrying the imposing air of a formidable general.

The smile at the corner of her mouth deepened as she watched Tangtang and Lanxin. They were worthy descendants of the Tang family; they knew how to be ruthless when necessary.

After a dozen seconds, Jiang Lan felt a familiar embrace wrap around her, and the warm temperature of Kalan’s body began to soothe her frozen limbs.

"Is it that bad? I messed up again." Don’t blame me; I’ll try harder next time.

Although it was a reprimand, her words carried a hint of heartache. Long Tianwei knew that as a concubine, his mother’s life in the Long family was not easy, but he had never expected that the grievances she suffered could be dismissed with a simple "not easy."

Zuo Yisen’s hand tightened, the veins on the back of his hand clearly visible, as he shoved Gu Zhiqing away with force.

Qing Hong leisurely rinsed her pretty face with water. After a simple wash, she picked up a pure white dress, put it on, and opened the door without haste, walking toward the main courtyard of the Mu residence.

Na Tie stared blankly at these green-headed monsters. After counting them carefully, there were over nine hundred—nearly a thousand. How could such a massive number be concentrated in this cave? What on earth was going on?

In the courtyard, Ximen Piaofeng, Ximen Piaohua, and Ximen Piaoyue stood in a pavilion with Yue Zanghua, all of them looking down at something.

A fit of coughing suddenly erupted in Ye Fantian’s ear. Upon hearing it, not only did Ye Fantian’s expression change, but so did the others beside him; it was clear they had all heard the sound.

After closing the fire vents of the treasure-refining furnace to keep the fire burning, Jiang Cixue turned to look for the junior brother named Zhang Fei.

Bearded Zhang not only secured Old Chen’s investment but also obtained 10% of the shares in Red Star Dock.

Li Mingyang knew more about Zhang Ruoyun’s family affairs than Zhang did himself. Calculating the time, his father would remarry his stepmother next year, and a few years later, his father would find him another "younger sister" stepmother.

Lu Qing felt anxious, yet she did not back down. She knew she had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation. Although Yun Yi was her fiancé, he had now become her greatest enemy. If this continued, she would likely not survive this ordeal.

Yun Xi looked around, and when she finally saw Lin Yi’s silhouette, her heart filled with relief.

At that moment, the dazzling light appeared in the sky once more, accompanied by an endless wave of killing intent surging toward them. This time, it was the full-scale assault of the elite Sky Eagle tribe!

However, these beautiful days were destined to be fleeting. The identity of the Heaven-Defying Phoenix Consort meant it was impossible for her to grow old with an ordinary Sword Sect disciple.

This Cold Owl had become the leader of these people so quickly; he must be a person of real capability in reality.

They had intended to watch the remaining disciples challenge Lin Yi to gain some practical experience, but they had not expected the newcomer competition to end so abruptly.

Liang Ping wore a smile; starting tomorrow, she would no longer have to work in the fields. Even though it was already May, her feet still ached with cold whenever she stepped into the water in her rain boots.

Looking at the phone number on his screen, the Master gritted his teeth and hardened his heart, finally deciding to dial the number.

He reached out and gripped Lu Tangtang’s shoulders. The flippant youth had, in this very moment, become mature and steady.