Volume 1, Chapter 125: A Pretense Becomes Reality, The Bayberry Wine Steals the Show

"If I agree to pass the message for you, what will you give me in return? Don't talk to me about settling debts; the Natal Cold Crystal is nothing more than a nightmare to you, otherwise, you wouldn't have been so lax in your defenses, would you?" Song Ming’s eyes flashed as he spoke.

"How could that be? You’re making too much of it. As long as you tell me, I will persuade Grandma and the Second Aunt. I believe they won't refuse to grant me this favor. That way, you won't have to worry about Rena bullying you anymore, right?" As I said this, I glared at her, implying that she was being spineless.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I counted again, refusing to give up, but the result was still ninety-nine coffins. I felt a sudden shock and quickly asked the others.

After giving further instructions, Xie An left Wei Jie’s tent, and Zhang Da walked in immediately.

Although Xiang Fei’s Gale Claws were astonishingly powerful and boasted incredible defense, Xiang Yu’s Wild Dragon Tyrant Fist was not to be outdone.

This dragon clan’s Natal Dragon Vein had been nurtured by successive Dragon Emperors and countless great dragons; its power could not simply be proven by labeling it a top-tier Dao artifact.

Of course, there was no mortal danger here. After all, it was a grand competition; they couldn't let these people kill each other, could they?

Just as in the divination illusion of the Twenty-Eight Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches Ghost Array, we began to eat beef and mutton. However, this time I didn't bicker with Wu Sanniang; we each had our own thoughts and ate quietly and obediently.

After grasping the characteristics of this sword technique, Xia Yang felt a genuine fighting spirit rise within him amidst her lethal style. He turned his palms into fingers and his long arms into spears, beginning to parry Siyu’s Water-Cleaving Sword with the moves of the Baji Spear Technique.

"Walk down." Ji Linxi’s tone was stiff, as if he didn't want to rack his brain over the matter of Yan Li.

You are like an injured butterfly, fluttering unsteadily into my life, brushing past my eyes, and landing before my car.

Swaying based on memory, her feet moved like a marionette following the steps of a dance from the past. Baobei didn't know what she was dancing, and she stepped on her partner's feet several times. The constant spinning made her dizzy, and by the time the song ended, she was exhausted.

Park Jung-hee froze, but then realized what was happening and took off running. Her speed was surprisingly fast, and, self-taught, she covered the distance in leaps and bounds. She reached the bicycle storage area by the school gate, hopped on her bike, and vanished behind the school in a flash.

"Go to the orphanage this afternoon. You go prepare some gifts," Qin Fangbai said, raising a hand to rub his temples.

"Su Yuyang!" Ling Miao bit her lower lip hard, but the magma erupting from her eyes bypassed Su Yuyang.

"Godmother, I'm sorry. The company had an issue yesterday that I had to handle," Qin Fangbai apologized sincerely.

"It's fine. I'm sorry for making you worry," Baobei shook her head, then looked at Mo Xia'nan, who was staring at them with a strange expression.

Su Yuyang took out his phone and kissed Ling Miao when she wasn't looking. With a "click," the happy moment was frozen in time.

Suddenly, a massive shadow descended from the sky, shaking the ground so violently that Zhang Yifan was almost knocked over.

Fighting had already broken out in the imperial palace, and Chen Feng and Zhao Lin snuck inside. The palace was indeed in chaos, but the rebels all had silk ribbons with the character "Han" tied around their arms, making them easy to identify.

Everyone was stunned; they hadn't expected the Dark Blood Rose to actually kneel, which shocked everyone present.

Zhang Yiming asked with a sense of grievance. He hadn't provoked this; Lang Tianle had taken the initiative. Besides, no matter how lecherous he might be, he wouldn't go out of his way to provoke a man, would he?

"What? Mayana disappeared along with the castle? How is that possible! That’s too mythological!" Zhang Zhongjie said in surprise.

Ayuduo and Feng Yao looked at each other, seemingly wary of this topic, weighing whether or not to speak. After a moment of hesitation, Feng Yao said, "The young hero is a good person; there is no harm in telling you. Do you know that we are from the Five Immortals Sect in Yunnan?" Ye Suiyun nodded; had Tang Xiao not told him, he would have known nothing at all.

In Sage Mode, the sensory ability was strong enough for Orochimaru to clearly understand just how terrifying Otsutsuki Kaguya was.

Huang Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Fan, there's no time! I know you can break out easily, so you should go first. I can't drag you down with me; I'll fight them to the death!" Huang Fu’s eyes were red. He fired his submachine gun continuously, and wherever the bullets went, the Japanese soldiers fell in droves.

Tong Yan looked forward to the remaining training even more. What kind of skills would the remaining eight masters teach him?

Zhang Yiming answered with a smile. At this moment, he had composed himself, facing Zhang Jialin with a level of seriousness he had never shown before.

"But..." Siyu watched Hu Qimei’s figure disappear into the sea of people and sighed secretly: *Sigh, if only I had a City Lord’s son as a fiancé who didn't despise me, I would definitely be just as willful, running a flower house and visiting others when I was bored.*

Tianhe took a deep breath, looking at the direction where Su Mu had vanished with lingering fear. He summoned his flying sword, stepped onto it, and flew in the direction from which Su Mu had come.