Volume One, Chapter 29: News of a Marriage Even I Didn't Know About

“There you go, follow me to the kitchen. We’ll have dinner, rest for a while, and then play some games. We’re all exhausted.”

Lin Feng was shocked. No wonder the spider demon lingered nearby, constantly spinning webs—she was weaving a gigantic spider web.

After speaking, the dark purple immortal mask faded from Yu’s face, and the black aura of armament vanished. He checked his stamina and chakra, then walked away without looking back.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Yi Tian patted his chest, feigning terror. “Please, don’t kill me. If you do, this body will be finished and no one will benefit.” With that, he burst out laughing, showing not a hint of fear.

At that moment, another version of myself appeared. As he raised the blade of Baisha God, the zombie’s attacks landed on me. Though the blue light kept healing, the damage was overwhelming. After a few hits, I was instantly killed.

It stood to reason—Chu Yinchen, by cultivating the Blood Demon Tome, had already claimed hundreds or thousands of innocent lives. With the Chu family full of blood cultivators, how many more innocents would perish?

Gu Feiyu was deeply astonished. Not only did the Heaven-shaking Bell fail to kill Bai Yu, it suffered a powerful backlash.

After a prompt sounded, the dagger in his hand began to glow brilliantly. He vanished before my eyes, reappearing behind us two seconds later. His targets were not me, but Blue Light and Yu Haijiao.

Huang Zhong was helpless. The order to spare lives came from the lord himself; now he was being questioned, which would annoy anyone.

When the effect of Dark Sunlight faded, we unleashed a skill and quickly retreated. After consuming two healing potions and recovering, we charged forward again.

If the protagonist hadn’t overheard their intimate sounds, would his reaction have been so intense?

At last, Cheng Pengfei could not doubt—the man before him was indeed the master of the Mofeng Corporation.

At the system’s level, a world of this scale meant little to it. Yet, obstructing the opponent now was a way to make use of resources.

But the alien leader’s furious blow was even stronger, piercing through the curtain of Yellow Spring Water and vanishing within it.

Nero had no idea whose eye it was, nor why he had discovered it at all.

He didn’t know the purpose behind the invitation, but Nero felt confident that he could survive facing the inviter without the system’s help.

No, retreat was not an option. He had to seize Nangong Shi at this critical moment; to give up now would waste all previous efforts. These dozens of Eighth Route soldiers could not defeat him.

She asked the driver to take another road, but the white sedan behind her still followed.

This proved his boldness and decisive courage. Last night, the county guardhouse was nearly empty—a rare opportunity.

He really did have a history with Lan Xin. Considering Fan Li’s performance on Mount Luoma, he might know what's inside the North Akropolis Temple.

“A year ago? Your father disappeared a year ago as well.” Van Helsing seemed struck by a thought.

Seeing her silent, Chu Yan said little, simply pulling her into his arms. As the carriage swayed, she fell asleep. Chu Yan’s gaze deepened, the night was tranquil.

She couldn’t help but shiver, wishing to distance herself from him. Some people simply must not be provoked, or one might never know how death came.

The long-haired man was brought into the drug business by him and was his most trusted subordinate, which was why he handled dealings with Luan Long. So from a loyalty perspective, there was no cause for concern when the long-haired man met Xue Fei.

After finishing, he hurried off, his frail figure looking as if a breeze might topple him. Watching him, she thought of Jun’er—same age, but where had her Jun’er gone?

Yun Xuan appeared grave, his face pale and shadowed by dark circles. As Yun Zhi’s elder brother, he felt the burden most keenly. Recent days, he’d also managed the plague affairs, making his already frail body even weaker.

Shangmen Sero picked up his jade flute, Liqisi cradled her pipa; together they played the “Soul Severance.”

Tong Yinli and Shang Youwei, led by sorrow, entered the inner hall. The abbot sat above with closed eyes, turning prayer beads with his fingers.

The Strange Pavilion stood at the center of North Market, opposite the House of Artists. Many people came and went daily, especially on days like this.

With such matters in court, a formidable figure had emerged. The mood was uneasy; after a few words, the morning session dispersed.

Luo Qiankun was no pushover. In a flash, he snatched the pistol and slapped Qian Youyou across the cheek.

Could this method carry him to the story’s end? He had to trust himself, and pay attention to what he’d overlooked.

The next moment, the silly creature covered its mouth, then slid its hand from left to right across its lips, miming a zipper.

Negotiating in that tone would yield no good outcome. What was Lin Jiang’s true aim?

Eight pieces short of ten, and the family still needed to eat—he couldn’t empty the household for this.

Luo Jun had no idea what he truly desired; she simply smiled gently, radiating a rare brightness and innocence.

Endless pondering brought no answers; upon seeing Lin Feng, she rushed over, ignoring her son’s long journey, and dragged him to the factory.

After eating noodles, An Xi prepared to pay. The price was ten yuan, but Aunt Wang only asked for five. When An Xi opened her wallet, she found only cards—no cash at all.

Bei Chenming struggled desperately, to no avail, as the syringe injected the medicine. He felt waves of heat surge through his body.

Indeed, he was her destined calamity—inescapable, unavoidable, unforgettable. Only entwined with him could she find peace and joy.

Originally, Prince Rong and his companions wished to investigate from Prince Xuan’s corpse, but Jing Wanqi allowed no one near. Left with no choice, Emperor Xuanwu sent them away and tried to persuade Jing Wanqi himself.