Volume 1, Chapter 37. The Second Master: I have enough time to make Chu Mian fall in love with me.

Jacques had a much shorter attack range than Lily, which conversely allowed him the energy to spread his spiritual perception to scout the surroundings; there were about twenty werewolves within a two-hundred-meter radius. After cutting down two werewolves that had leaped from the wheat field simultaneously, Jacques sensed again, and it seemed the number of werewolves within his range had increased by a few more.

My mother negotiated a price with a local motorcycle taxi driver, and we each took a bike, heading toward the village.

"With hands and feet of your own, are you still afraid you can't pay off the debt?" Kaan helped Kasha brush the snow from her shoulders. They tucked their arms into each other's sleeves, their hands firmly clasped together.

I believe that your own precious memories are surely tucked away in some corner of your heart, and at some moment when you are moved to melancholy, they will surely appear quietly before your eyes.

Their grand army surged out of the Shoupu Sea region. To them, every sea and every underwater palace beyond those waters was an unknown entity.

He looked at me with a smile, his complexion still pale, yet his gaze remained as clear as it had been years ago, unchanged by time.

"You can't rely on me every single moment..." Although Isenath knew he had played a certain role as a nanny for the team, he never expected this to be a primary occupation rather than a part-time job.

Watching Ning Chen and Xu Ziyi on the Xuanwu Arena, the onlookers whispered among themselves, unanimously siding with Xu Ziyi, with only a single faint voice favoring Ning Chen.

Later, Xuan Qing promoted Wang Zhui during a critical moment, solely because his integrity was unmatched, a historical example of "showing courtesy to the worthy."

Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. According to my father's experience, as long as one ascends the stairs, one will eventually reach the hall where the inherited power is obtained. After absorbing the gift left by the master of the ruins there, one will be teleported to the entrance.

At the very least, there was no longer any need to worry about being discovered by Mom and Uncle Feng, nor would I have to face the subtle, lingering hostility of Feng Yihan.

Stopping in front of the pastry shop, Xiaozhu hesitated no longer. Many pastries were displayed outside for sale: rose mille-feuille, butterfly cookies, ginkgo golden cakes... A tray of freshly baked osmanthus crisps wafted a fragrance that was the most alluring of all.

Prince An’s actions were, of course, not just to cause trouble for Hongluan. There was only one reason he kept such a tight grip on her: to use her against the Crown Prince and Prince Fu. The reason was unknown to Hongluan, nor did she believe she could influence the grand designs of such powerful figures, but she knew she could not let Prince An have his way.

The person sent by Consort Jing was indeed skilled in repairs, but her expertise lay in flora—specifically its applications: facial masks, teas, and even cooking with flowers. If not for this, Hongluan would not have suspected Consort Jing regarding the wild weeds.

After quite a while, Hongluan finally rose with the others. Consort Concubine Rou had arrived at the Imperial Garden, and though it was a vast royal ground, she had come to the area where the palace servants worked, passing through without saying a word.

After reading those silly messages, especially the last one, she jumped up in a hurry, disregarding her grooming, and rushed out after throwing on some clothes.

The Crown Prince knew the reason he held the position of heir: it was not because his Imperial Father valued or trusted him, but because the Empire required an heir, and he was the result of a power struggle between the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, and the court officials.

Mo An shook her head honestly. Whether it was Feng Yi or Feng Yihan, she had only met them in the last two days; who could say what they were really like?

P.S. The third update is finished. Asking for monthly votes. This is the real Ying Che, the Heir of the Prince of Wei that Mu Hua had heard of. Ying Che was only willing to change for Mu Hua alone.

Zhao Yun couldn't be bothered to pay attention. With a cold snort, his silver spear thrust fiercely toward the head of the Yellow Turban general. A scream rang out; before the opponent could even swing his blade, Zhao Yun’s spear had already pierced his skull, killing him in a single strike.

Over the years, as Jian Jiuzhou led his tribe, conquering east and west to continuously expand, the original eight tribes had been swallowed and suppressed by him. Now, only his own tribe and three others remained, forming a four-legged balance of power in the world.

"Ruo'er?" Ou Yucheng’s brows furrowed slightly. Without Ling Yue needing to say more, he had already guessed most of it.

But in that brief moment just now, Qishi had already understood. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, yet a sense of warmth bloomed in his heart.

The great wild boar felt a flash of blue light before his eyes, and before he even knew what was happening, his entire body went cold. Starting from his feet, his body crystallized into ice, instantly turning from fresh pork into quick-frozen meat, without even giving the boar time to react or protest.

Just as the triangular-eyed Mahayana cultivator shouted these threats, Su Che finally appeared.

Dian Wei went all out the moment he charged, his double halberds sweeping like a storm, even more ferocious than his previous attacks. Yet no matter how fierce he was, Lu Bu always managed to resolve the danger, causing all of Dian Wei's offensives to miss.

"Brother Ju, what on earth happened? Why are you in such a sorry state?" The other man stepped forward with his spear to protect Ju Yi.

Not playing the stock market, yet still so concerned about the financial channels? At this hour, they only report stock market news.

It wasn't that Ye Feng didn't care about his brother's feelings just to watch a show; it was simply that, in his view, Chen Chufan was being a bit too pedantic. If his brother truly wanted to linger in the entertainment industry, Su Xiuqing’s family background was undoubtedly perfect for a young man with such star potential.

"Do you want to live for the sake of the so-called common people of the world?" The mockery was easy to hear in her indifferent tone.

His tone carried no emotion, and even Tian Yan could not tell what he was thinking or what his current mood was.

At this moment, I immediately realized that it was this black silhouette instilling this knowledge into me. Things I had never known before were now completely clear to me.

"Are you going to do it yourselves, or do you want me to do it for you?" Chu Zihang said, cold and merciless.

In Jin Ning's hands, such growth-type skills were indeed more advantageous. Because as far as immediate combat power was concerned, the Interstellar Legion was already enough.

One can have independent opinions, but one must never defy the will of the original self. This is the standard that an external avatar should uphold, and it is also the essence of this art.