Chapter 71 I Want to Seize It; Can You Refuse?

Su Qing’s fear of the master of the cultivation mental art did not mean she was afraid of Tang Xuan.
She held a deeply rooted prejudice against Tang Xuan and could not bear his mockery.
More importantly, what qualifications did Tang Xuan have to mock her?
A good-for-nothing who hoped to make a comeback through her and leverage the Su family's influence—she had never regarded him with any respect at all.
"Do you think you've seen a joke at my expense?..."

To be honest, in the past, he truly could not stand Gu Qinyu’s demeanor—always acting as if nothing mattered, coupled with a frail constitution. He always felt that Gu Qinyu could not take good care of girl Jin. It could be said that he had never given Gu Qinyu a pleasant expression.
Han De was a hero from the Xiliang region, strong enough to lift a cauldron, and had four sons, all of whom were well-versed in martial arts.
After half a minute of chest compressions, Jiang Fei desperately performed artificial respiration and then resumed pressing the chest.
Upon hearing this, Yu Qingya quickly flipped it over to check, finding a slit cut by a blade at the bottom, one so fine it was virtually invisible unless closely inspected.
How was she supposed to accept that the person she loved most might have just left her so abruptly, and moreover, because she had angered him? Song Kexin found it somewhat impossible to accept the reality that her mother was hospitalized entirely because of her.
Objectively speaking, Gu Feng’s defense had elements that made him look like a non-wolf, yet also elements that made him look like a wolf; it was currently difficult to accurately define Gu Feng’s identity.
As long as someone could deduce that He Lu was a wolf, then if they failed to figure that out, the wolf pack would remain in an unbeatable position.
Qishan had seen a total of eight young women come over to ask the boss to add them on WeChat. Su Ran did not accept all of them; she only added three, leaving the remaining five unadded.
A large mirror stood in the bathroom, and as the shower went on, misty white vapor gradually covered the entire surface of the glass.
"I do not wish to see him." As soon as Liu Xie uttered these words, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed, accompanied by the clatter of shifting armor.
Wanning Plaza was the most luxurious place in Hong Kong City, boasting its most opulent, expensive, and extravagant shopping malls, the highest-class and most prestigious hotels, and the finest restaurants.
"Seven-Star Grass, also known as Star Grass, grows in damp and cold places. Because it contains a vast amount of soul energy, it must be paired with Dragon Orchid Flower to refine the Soul-Gathering Pill." Reading this, Chu Fei finally understood that the soul energy of the Seven-Star Grass needed the Dragon Orchid Flower to harmonize it; he had simply been too hasty before.
Feng Xinwei nodded absentmindedly, yet this simultaneously meant they would encounter even more twists and turns in the future.
"Is it really true that no one knows someone planted a Soul-Devouring Insect inside your body?" Ye童 asked with a trace of lingering reluctance.
Why, why treat him this way? Miyamoto Musashi suddenly felt a surge of grief and indignation. He had regarded his master as his only living relative in the world, yet that very master was plotting against him.
"Yes, Yukihira, you heard correctly, it's sixty-six million, not sixty-six yen! By the way, who on earth is that old man Shinomiya Kojima—wait, who is that old man Kiyoshi Uesugi?" Yoshino Yūki rushed forward, grabbed Yukihira by the collar, and shook him violently.
Those were hands full of warmth and affection, grasping at his inner soul, attempting to force him to his knees in surrender, because nothing in the world was more important than life itself.
"Since you and I are brothers, let's dispense with the formal courtesies. Your Water Curtain Cave is hardly suitable for banquets, nor can we all sit on the grass to watch the two of you worship heaven and earth. How about this? The halls of the Demon King’s Fortress are plentiful and very convenient for hosting guests." The Demon Bull King gestured toward his estate and said to Sun Wukong.
After taking the painting out, Chen Guoliang returned to his office, placed the painting on his desk, and went to look for Dong Xianling.
This left our veteran comrade Comrade Xu extremely depressed, but under his second aunt's resolute gaze, he could only nod in agreement.
As long as breath remains and life persists, the pursuit of the sword shall never cease. Draw the sword once more, pouring out our final remaining fervor, and let our fighting spirit ignite anew. Let out our battle cry so that all the world may know: we are the demonic swords.