Volume 1, Chapter 29: Luo Xiangwen's Frustration
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Luo Deqiang was half-convinced when he saw how effortlessly I had found it, but after looking at the strange light radiating from me, he still began to dig.
Halfway through the conversation, Lin Ke saw a boy wearing sunglasses with oversized frames walk in.
Although the Royal Academy of Magic was independent of every faction and held no official position, from a certain perspective it stood above them all as the “absolute authority.”
He had initially thought that Prince Chengjiao was an ordinary child, but that remark carried a hint of the dignity expected of a Qin prince.
She fed it three pills from her hand. After waiting a moment for the medicine to take effect, it leaped down from Gu Shiyi’s shoulder and shook its red fur. The fur immediately bristled outward in every direction. In an instant, the red fox transformed into a gigantic ball of crimson hair—a sign that its demonic power had reached its peak.
This sudden “change” left not only ordinary players astonished; even the players in Ye Zheng’s “fan club” were dumbfounded. They fell silent, not knowing what to do.
The number of Nether-devouring Ghosts had increased as well. One could be seen every hundred or two hundred meters.
Perhaps the resilience she had shown in her mother’s womb had given her father pause. Afraid that she might be the reincarnation of a demon, he dared not strangle her and could only cast her away.
He restrained his ambitions, improved the official-selection system of the Xianyang Academy, and established academies in the various commanderies on a trial basis, cultivating talent belonging to the Qin state.
Quite apart from anything else, if someone were caught robbing others, the factory would certainly dismiss them.
Xiao Ying and Zhang Sifei hid behind the Terracotta Warriors, their faces pale with terror. No one knew whether Dong Fei and Xiao Ying deserved to die. Though so many arrows had been fired, not one had struck either of them.
After being humiliated so many times and faced with such overwhelming evidence, the three of them were utterly unable to defend themselves.
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He was not blind. Almost the moment he saw the entrance to the clinic, he spotted Doctor Xue hurrying toward him.
He gave Flander, Zhao Wuji, Liu Erlong, and the Grandmaster a sincere bow. “He went to the central region to absorb a soul ring.”
Lin Fengxian, Doctor Xue, and Chen Muqian were thanked by the village chief and could only sit in the rear carriage.
Zhuming let out a long cry and plunged headfirst into Su Yang’s heart. The moment it entered, the entire heart began beating wildly, and then his whole body seemed to come alive.
Ye Juncong understood this perfectly. An expression of utter terror appeared on his face, and his brows drew tightly together.
“Get some proper rest. The emptiness in your body and the depletion of your mana must be very painful.” Su Yang knew the feeling well—and had suffered it even more severely. He had gained considerable experience in that regard.
“So now you want comprehensive cooperation? If you had acted this way from the beginning, how could there have been so many twists and turns? With all those opportunities, we might have destroyed the Western Sea long ago!” someone in the Eastern Sea formation said bluntly. His words left the faces of the human experts awkward and gloomy.
The two returned to Yan Ruyu’s home and dug a blue portable cassette player out from the bottom of a cardboard box filled with obsolete electronic equipment. To their surprise, it still had a Conan sticker on it, which made Wu Cuo burst out laughing.
That was why very few Tusi people practiced martial arts. Those who did practiced in secret, keeping their abilities hidden from the world—not to show off, but merely to protect themselves.
Several bodyguards behind him saw that their master thought little of Li Zhen, so they all watched Li Zhen warily.
Beyond the space lay an endless ocean. The sea breeze brushed against Fang Ao’s face, carrying its distinctive briny tang. He drew a deep breath. In the past, he had always disliked that smell, but ever since his body had changed, the scent had seemed increasingly fresh to him.
He said to Li Zhen, “Master Li, I’ll assist you. Just give the orders.” He knew a little traditional Chinese medicine. Some time ago, someone had given him a box of fine silver needles, which he had kept locked in a cabinet, reluctant to use them. Now, they had finally come in handy.
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Now there was another clue: basketball. She had even received a photograph of a pair of basketball shoes and a brief explanation from Yan Ruyu.
Because they were working, they did not drink the expensive liquor Zhang Haiqing had requested, despite its being set out on the table. They only had a little beer.
That particular year seemed to be connected to an unpleasant episode in his past, casting a shadow over him.
Half a month ago, even Ling Tian had been unable to withstand a single palm strike from him. If Lin Beixuan had not intervened, Ling Tian would already have perished by his hand.
Feng Wu thought for a moment, then glanced at Xier sitting nearby. Ouyang Qingming had naturally reported everything he had learned, but at that moment, Xier was unmistakably the subject on her mind.
Ever since meeting Qiangwei, Liuguang had known that, intentionally or otherwise, she was always trying to find ways to excuse the Murong family in front of him. Yet the entire Murong household had been executed in those days, not a single person escaping. Thus, although Liuguang harbored doubts, he could never stop himself from making excuses for her.
Xier stubbornly refused to speak. She absolutely could not admit that she had been unable to sleep, and she would never again waste another word on that man.
She sat on the hospital bed and opened the window, watching the butterflies flutter outside. They were so free. Suddenly, she longed to return to the days of the past.
By the time she realized what was happening, Liang Yimo had braced both hands against his chest and shoved her away with all her strength. Just moments earlier, he had pinned her against the wall; now she leaned against it, gasping for breath.
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