Volume 1 Chapter 26: The Overbearing Disciple of the Luo Clan
“Devour it for me!” Ye Wuchen activated the devouring technique from Yao Xi’s past life, pressing his palm through the air onto the flesh of the Divine Fire Bull. Blood within its body rapidly evaporated, transforming into wisps of crimson smoke that merged into Yao Xi’s own body.
His name was Lu Junyou. Everyone knew he had always been by Old Master Lu’s side. Years ago, it was said he was a distant relative of the Lu family, the last surviving member of his household. Seeing his pitiful state, Old Master Lu took him under his wing.
Opening his right hand, a golden card inscribed with a strange pattern and brimming with immense energy suddenly materialized in his palm.
In the eastern region of the Demon Beast Mountains, a sound like a muffled thunderclap exploded abruptly, followed by a surging heatwave that spread almost throughout the entire eastern mountain range.
Zuo Ci was a benevolent man, but not a living Buddha. There was nothing wrong with exposing someone’s shame or striking when they were down.
Players who could obtain divine artifacts early in the game—he was well aware of what their potential and strength represented.
“Fireball!” Fang Xuan saw the three bears still struggling and quickly hurled a fireball spell at them.
Life was inherently incomplete; truly perfect things were rare. Perhaps it was she who was never satisfied, always asking for more.
The hundred-meter-long colossal hammer in the air suddenly descended—not toward the three titled Douluo before it, but straight for the Pope’s Palace behind them.
“Hmph!” Chun Shinniang was displeased with Bai Jingjing’s attitude and was about to lash out when a brazen shout came from outside the door.
“Alright, I’ll return to the company starting tomorrow. I’ll probably be busy, but remember to find me once you’re done.” This was Gong Zhuoxi’s bare minimum request of Qian Xu.
He Yun didn’t reach out to take the pajamas. Instead, seizing the moment, she pressed her entire left chest against Long Jun’s right palm.
When He Yun saw Li Fa chased away by Long Jun’s anger, she patted her chest, now rising prominently, and exhaled deeply.
She spoke as she pulled me toward the bed. At the edge, she gave a sudden shove. My vision blurred as I flew toward her flesh, but the next moment, a golden light bounced me back.
He felt that the dew was no longer the usual dew he had seen before—after all, how could he casually eat ordinary dew? But once he tasted it, a sweetness spread from his throat to his stomach, then from his stomach all the way to the soles of his feet.
“You’re just cheating! That’s not allowed!” the second son of the Zhou family exclaimed angrily.
“Alright, your meridians are now open; you may begin cultivation,” Dao Jun the Recluse told Leng Xueshuang.
“Fine, I’ll scram, I’ll scram~~” The Tongtian Dog of course would leave. Not only would it leave, but it would run far away. Without the Tongtian Dog, the Jade Emperor’s world wouldn’t be so easy either. Why? Because—
Moreover, E-Flash also had the possibility of failure. If E-Flash failed, that would be utterly humiliating! Not only to be killed but also to have one’s own E-Flash fail—that would be a disgrace beyond measure.
He, Qin Qianhai, was a standout among the Five Elements’ boxing practitioners. With the added strength of the postnatal seventh-level divine might, he was confident he could kill Ye Chong in just two punches.
She said nothing, her face pale, and left the office directly, heading toward the conference room upstairs.
This place was said to be where Yu Shun once fished; in memory of Emperor Shun, the Fishing Temple in Yupu Village held an ancient dance every year. Dozens of people would manipulate a sixteen-meter-long “Bian’an Dragon,” parading through the streets accompanied by five venomous creatures: centipedes, scorpions, snakes, wasps, and spiders.
Speaking of which, the best value for money was porridge. One large pot could be cooked at once, sold in large quantities, and the key was that multiple pots could be cooked simultaneously—just as long as there were enough pots and stoves, as many pots as desired could be made.