Volume 1, Chapter 39: Would You Mind If I Added You on WeChat?

Lu Jinchuan’s fingers tightened around his wine glass, veins bulging slightly at the base of his thumb.

He was a scholar tirelessly exploring the truths of the world, and a sage deeply versed in the shifting natural laws of the universe.

Gu Ping had made extensive preparations and understood why the Higher Education Bureau and Principal Lin valued him so highly.

"You got it! Just take a seat over there and have a smoke; I'll have them grilled for you in a jiffy!" The owner of the barbecue stall said, stooping down to pull lamb skewers and lamb kidneys from a large plastic cooler.

The arcade in Heishan Town was not far from the New Fashion Restaurant; it was just a few streets away, and Ma Yong and his group arrived there in no time.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty," Wei Zheng replied hesitantly. "However, I advise that before the truth is fully revealed, you must not act rashly. It would be best to appear relaxed on the outside while remaining vigilant within—wait for the opportune moment and make your preparations in secret."

Since their feud began over a year ago, Ma Yong’s gang and Yang Guang’s men had clashed frequently. However, because they were evenly matched, neither side had gained much of an advantage. This time, however, the fact that Yang Guang had actually slashed his own brother left Ma Yong feeling deeply unsettled.

Li Shimin was pale as a sheet, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. His brow was etched with resentment and sorrow. He leaned back against the dragon throne, closed his eyes, and said nothing more.

Although Xie Sisi disliked hearing others speak ill of Gu Ping, after being lectured by Teacher Hong, she began to wonder if hiring Ye Jiani as an agent was truly the right decision.

This dragon’s roar sent a tremor through everyone and every magical beast at the Dao Academy. The beasts in the deep forest were especially affected, howling incessantly and kneeling to pay homage. This display of power was incomparably more terrifying than anything Zhentian had ever achieved.

She decided not to wait for them to come to her; instead, she intercepted them on the path. Looking at Wang Ying’s current appearance, she truly found it hard to recognize her.

The expression on this face grew more exaggerated and grotesque with each passing day, and the wound that had split it open just days ago had already vanished without a trace.

At that moment, Su Yao tore away the cloth, flung the naked man to the ground, and began to slap his face fiercely and frantically.

The people in the garden stood stunned, watching Zhang Ruonan tumble off the wall, then rushed over in a flurry to help her up.

Having learned her lesson from last time, Sun Yanyan brought two burly bodyguards with her as she stepped through the door.

When the Prison Lord looked at her, his eyes were filled with tenderness, and his voice dropped several octaves—a stark contrast to how he spoke to his family.

Old Comrade Nan wanted to wipe away her tears, but seeing how rough his hands were, he silently pulled them back.

Having said this, Chen Nianyi produced another gourd and tossed it into the air. Countless black winds billowed forth, and in an instant, the sky turned dark, obscuring the sun and moon. The bodies of all the bear and tiger beastmen began to swell, radiating a bloodthirsty aura as they let out roars and launched a violent assault on their enemies.

However, seeing them enter, he realized that no one had even spared a glance at the game console in his hands.

"If she doesn't forget, she will remain like this forever," Oriel said, before walking away.

All three hundred villagers had perished within half a month; not a single soul escaped, which made the situation all the more terrifying.

"Reporting to the Third Elder, this disciple could not sleep, so I came out for a walk," Zhao Ming replied respectfully.

Taking a few deep breaths, Ye Zhuo steadied himself, then frowned and looked back toward the stone ridge.

The primordial energy within Zhao Ming’s body began to circulate wildly, accelerating the refinement and absorption of the ambient energy of heaven and earth, finally channeling the purified essence into his dantian in a continuous stream.