Volume 1, Chapter 145: Following Only Affection, Beyond All Genders

In the evening, Lu Cheng booked a restaurant famous for its signature dish of white kidney bean and trotter soup, under the humorous premise of using like to cure like.

Ye Chen did not have a deep understanding of the realm of Astral Generals, but reaching the level of an Astral General brought status, position, and treatment that far surpassed anything an Astral Warrior could compare to.

He simply wanted to let the two worlds melt into each other, and then have everything dissolve into nothingness.

"Repulsive force at fifty percent, activate!" As this voice fell, a figure suddenly materialized out of thin air.

Zhao Na said tyrannously, "You have to participate whether you want to or not. Besides..." Her eyes rolled around, and looking at He Qihuan's cyan robe, she smiled and said, "You're a doctor, and you need to serve the contestants, so no matter what, you have to go." Having said that, feeling that this strategy of hers was brilliant, she smiled and reached out to give He Qihuan's shoulder a hearty smack.

Within these Myriad Ancient Realms, there were also a vast number of martial artists, but in terms of strength, they were far inferior to the Primeval Realm.

With two beauties by his side, their eyes shifting with brilliance, the lingering chill from just moments ago completely vanished. That was right... there was nothing to fear about the gods. If they were crazy, we would be even crazier than them.

His voice was slightly elevated, immediately drawing the attention of the people around him. Gazes were cast his way. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and immediately shut his mouth, but a celestial immortal nearby had still overheard and cast a few extra curious glances.

It had already reached the peak of the fifth tier, and many parts of its body had undergone deification, but it had not yet given birth to its own apostle mark, nor had it evolved to the crucial final step of the sixth level.

Hearing this reply, Chen Shi felt a trace of joy in his heart. Although the number of times he and Ye Qi had interacted could be counted on one hand, almost every time, this robust soldier had been of immense help to him, and furthermore, the other party had never concealed his appreciation for him.

He simply tucked subscription warrants worth several small fortunes into his pocket and headed straight for Brother Dao Li Daoming's house.

His new single, "Pink Lady," was practically destined to crush any competition it bumped into. He simply decided to honestly execute Lin Le's vision, abandoning any concerns about rankings and pouring almost all his attention into driving popular trends.

Ye Yuntian raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat at a loss for how to evaluate Du Mengqi's intelligence. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a helpless, wry smile.

His bangs were damp, and a drop of sweat hung from his chin. Li Luo followed that droplet of sweat upward and only then discovered that his lips were rudely tinted and had a very attractive shape.

Jiang Yan's heart tightened with a pang of heartache. He raised his sleeve, found a relatively clean spot on it, and gently wiped the sweat from Qin Huaiying's forehead.

With a fierce exertion of strength, he expected to leap forward, but instead of flying through the air as he imagined, one of his feet sank directly into the deep mud of the seafloor.

Yet Master Song brought up her mother to silence her. Beside her mother's sickbed, Song Zhiyi could not find a single word of rebuttal no matter what.

Ji Lin was agile. Seeing that Yan Zhao had stumbled, he lunged forward in a single stride and caught her arm.

Now surrounded by foes on all sides, with not a single person left to speak up for her, Xue Lanzhi's arrogance instantly withered away.

If the aforementioned content was still somewhat tolerable, then the videos Yang Zhan posted in the episodes leading up to his commitment to a psychiatric hospital could be described as having provoked public outrage.

The blood-red handprint vanished, and Douglas's figure could no longer be seen where he once stood. There was only a handprint several meters wide deeply impressed into the earth, with a pool of indistinct blood at its center.

Zhang Jingang's massive body suddenly flew backward, crashing directly into the artificial rockery nearby and shattering the fake mountain into a scatter of flying stones.