Volume One, Chapter 49: Show Me a Little More Tenderness

Lu Cheng instructed the foreman to wash the paint off the doorway, then extended his hand. “Give me your phone.”

Xia Rumu tried to resist, but it was useless. Chu Yifeng pulled her tightly into his arms and, without hesitation, pressed a domineering kiss to her lips.

“With your weight, you’re draining my energy. Forget about flying up there—climb up yourself.” Luo Yi immediately refused.

Xiao Fan and his companions decided to fill in a gender at random, leaving the rest blank. Once the scores were released at three o’clock, if their marks increased, it meant their answer was correct; if not, they’d simply adjust it.

“Huh?” Su Wanchen noticed that among those strands of white light were traces of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, pure and refined.

That was a sacrifice—offering living people—but the exact method, he didn’t know.

“Blame me? The elevator itself is the problem. Why put it on me? Besides, we’re all trapped here—how are we supposed to fix it? Use your brain, will you? Don’t let all your flesh go to your chest.” Li Chong retorted impatiently.

The thug sneered, his face twisted with malice. He flicked his cigarette away and strode toward Su Chen.

Let me tell you something—a bit of good news and bad news. The good news: there’s an explosive event on Friday. The bad news: the novel goes on sale that day.

By now, the Hall of Battle Merits was filled with martial artists, all from Su Wanchen’s cohort of outer disciples. Excited, they chose the martial techniques they could exchange.

After all, not every hero could be resurrected, and the amount of health restored by Taiyi Master’s resurrection skill increased with the level of his ultimate.

This was an epoch of unimaginable scale—far vaster than any era Chu Fengming had traveled through: the Era of the Immortal Emperor, the Tenfold Heaven Era, the Crystal Martial Arts Era, the Zuma Era, and so on.

The Berserk Blood Body, in ordinary times, appeared no different from any other martial artist. But only when he was enraged did the true form of this berserk physique reveal itself.

Such immense power—placed within any faction—would be a force of overwhelming might.

Xu Mu chuckled, then told several jokes in succession, making Fairy Yun laugh until she nearly doubled over, her smile never fading.

This man’s sword struck toward Ye Tianhao—swift and fierce, brimming with murderous intent, like a bolt of lightning flashing through the night.

Among the Immortal Emperors encircling the Master of Sword Dao, Chu Fengming recognized many familiar faces.

“The gap between the first and third tribulation is enormous.” Gu Tianle shook his head, but still rode the scaled dragon beneath his feet toward the Fire Dragon King. As a creature formed by the power of Dao, the dragon did bring some trouble to the Fire Dragon King, giving Zhazhahui a brief respite.

Staring in astonishment at Xu Mu and Crow, some wore expressions as if watching lunatics, but more often, their gazes burned with fervor.

Now, after arriving at Yan Jing University, he retained the habit. The classic wellness association he founded not only taught members methods of health cultivation but also trained them in combat. When the time was right, he would lead his members across the capital to catch human traffickers.

To receive mantou, when buying vegetables, you needed to carry an enamel rice bowl and go to the kitchen to get your meal. Plain cabbage might have a touch of meat, or plain winter melon a dash of salt, all placed in waist-high barrels. The cook would ladle out as much as you wanted, with two mao as the minimum price, and five mao could fill your bowl to the brim.