Volume 1, Chapter 29: She Actually Struck Him

Is this an overreaction? Or is it simply the proper response for a divorced woman?

Gu Xingnian was calmly dipping slices of beef into her homemade sauce, chewing slowly and deliberately. Her beautiful eyes were calm and waveless, devoid of any hint of emotion.

Fu Beichen.

This name was once a thorn in her heart, painful to even touch. But now, hearing him announce his love for another woman so high-profilely, going so far as to betray the grandfather he had always revered, her heart remained completely undisturbed, not even a single ripple forming.

It seemed he was truly serious about Jiang Kexin. Completely devoted.

Thinking back to that marriage which had consumed three years of her life, it was nothing more than a total and utter joke...

Such meetings had been held many times, each one ending in a quarrel, and each quarrel becoming increasingly intense.

"I have taken note of the national youth team striker, Gao Chuan. He scored many goals against the Australian and Japanese youth teams, just as I have. I have watched his match footage and am very eager to have a serious contest with him on the pitch," team captain Li You said, taking the microphone.

A flush gradually spread to her earlobes. Her beautiful eyes shifted slightly as she shyly avoided Luo Yu’s gaze. Her clothing, carrying a faint fragrance, fell to the floor piece by piece as her slender fingers worked the fastenings. The enchanting beauty was like a gorgeous snake spirit, radiating a breath-taking allure.

"Their ball control and juggling are on par; it’s just a matter of who breaks first!" Wu Shi said with a grave expression. As the most technically balanced player in the trident of strikers—Gao Chuan, Wu Shi, and Mao Jia—he felt a sense of pressure.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but sigh. While having a substitution puppet meant an extra life, practicing immortality could potentially invite even greater dangers.

At this point, Xu Mo had roughly recognized the two men; they were Shi Guilong, the sect leader of the Qingfeng Sect, and the one with the injured arm was likely Liu Duanshan, the master of the Martial Hall.

Su Jiuxia and Ling Jin exchanged awkward glances. With Qinghuan in such a state, what were they, as rookies with no abilities, supposed to do?

Eight years ago, the knight who had brought Erza back had vanished into thin air right before his eyes; yet today, he had appeared before him again, alive and well.

By now, Li Tianfeng and Wentian Ge had left the Blood Refining Forest. Their expressions were relaxed, looking not at all like people who had been out training, but rather like those out for a leisurely stroll.

Fu Bin had no choice but to get out of bed and walk to the other side, embracing Liu Ping. I shyly scrambled up and walked to a corner of the hospital room, turning my back to them.

"Haozi, don't worry. We will definitely not let a single bad person go in this matter. Even those who only participated in the smashing and beating won't escape legal responsibility. The idea that 'the law cannot punish the masses' doesn't apply here," Rong Xiaolan said, gripping Zhang Hao's hand tightly, her tone heavy as if making a solemn promise.

Back on the reef, Zhang Hao took off his wetsuit, checked the time on his phone, and looked at the sky. He decided not to go home; he would just cultivate there, as there was nothing to do back home anyway. He called his grandfather, sat cross-legged, and continued to practice the Heaven-Swallowing and Earth-Devouring Divine Art.

Whoosh! A black shadow surged out from Meng Batian's body, and a wave of terrifying spiritual energy erupted instantly, causing the very air to stagnate for a moment.

Everyone walked outside, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy. Wu Yang was clearly going to do something fun with Li Ruolan.

Shen Jiayi couldn't help but glare at Wu Yang; this guy was always so casual. Yet, even if Wu Yang really gave her something ordinary, she would still cherish it deeply.

Du Meihaio had been prepared when he saw the ice shield melting. He did not dodge to the side, because the flame spear was controlled by magic and could curve into a flaming rope. If he dodged, the spear would extend into a rope, wrap around, and bind him.

A deep blue light emanated from the chakra giant. With a clanging sound, a set of armor manifested fully onto the body of the Susanoo.

"There is no way to retrieve them now. We can only wait until you return from the next world to go and get them," the White Queen said.

Wu Yang didn't know how many derivative worlds the Devouring System was connected to, nor did he care at this moment. He was content to let it take him to any derivative world.

"What? It wasn't him who healed her, it was him." Di Tian glanced at Huo Yuhao and pointed to Dai Huadong.

One second he was in a deep sleep, and the next, his eyes flew open. He sprang up, his legs moving in a flurry, kicking out a storm of shadows toward the source of the threatening aura.

Gong Feifei was left anxious on the other end of the line, suddenly realizing she might have said the wrong thing. But after a moment, she realized there was nothing she could do and could only pray that her boss would control his impulses and not do anything foolish.

"I am the one here to send you to your death!" Yi Meilan looked at Pandar with cold eyes, as if looking at a dead man, causing the latter to feel a chill through his entire body.

"I only fired one shot." Vitas was also puzzled. He turned to look at Zhang Heng behind him, who had already put away the antique double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

Cheng Hao’s body stiffened; this sight was familiar, looking just like the experimental subject he had seen beneath Huang Jingshan's factory.

After posting the message, Tu Fei didn't bother with it anymore. In matters like this, being too eager wouldn't make a sale; one had to wait for the willing to take the bait.

"No, I bought a computer and I'm in the dorm now." As Ren Xi replied, he opened the match panel and gestured for Cai Yiyi to look for herself.

Nearby, Li Yun, a young piano master in the domestic music scene, wore a slightly grave expression. After a few seconds, he spoke slowly.

Furthermore, regarding the reasons Elder Huang gave from one to four, Ling Yi, who had activated his Red Fire Pupils, did not detect any signs of hesitation or guilt. At least for now, it did not seem like he was lying.

Wang Meng took a half-step back—that was a retreat. Yun Ting took a step forward—that was a press. Seizing that half-step difference, he flicked his wrist, and the edge of his Qinghong Sword pressed in, pushing horizontally.

When they rushed to the city walls once more, they saw the same blurry figures in the night. After clattering about for a long time, and once the Yicheng garrison had mostly gathered, the intruders picked up their soy sauce and sauntered off.

Zhu Tianpeng was speechless. His current identity was a wolf demon, and he already had grievances with the Red Moon Tribe. If he were to knock a wolf cultivator from the White Moon Tribe off the ring, how was he supposed to maintain his guise as the Wolf Lord?

"I didn't... I just didn't want to dirty my eyes!" Shenwu Tianjun said, sitting cross-legged in the tent, exerting his true energy to the fullest to begin his cultivation.

"I wonder what kind of price must be paid to slowly recover this stolen lifespan!" the Black Pig King of the Underworld sighed.

The people from the Beast Prison did not come from this world. If they were to release this terrifying beast into the current world, who could possibly stop it?

The sudden situation gave Jiang Yu a great fright. It was a pity he had been digging a hole behind the metal sphere, intending to sneak out and put on his clothes, but plans could never keep up with changes.