Volume 1, Chapter 37: Must Be Expelled

"Young Master..." A guard had just begun to speak, only to find in astonishment that Zhao Chen had already vanished.

Opinions were naturally divided regarding Zalimu’s desire to submit to the Central Dynasty.

Despite possessing formidable cultivation, one would eventually be exhausted to death, if not killed outright, by the combined assault of tens of thousands of immortals from the outer realms.

[After all this time, you two have talked for so long without even exchanging names?] The old duke felt an urge to bang his head against a wall.

Chen San felt a flicker of anticipation; that was a Tribulation-stage ancestor, a figure whose strength was matched by few in the entire cultivation world.

What surprised him was that Xiao Yimo possessed such audacity, daring to provoke him despite knowing he was no match.

After executing a captain, the furious division commander regained some composure. He knew something was amiss; the Second Regiment could not have been wiped out for no reason. There was definitely a problem he had failed to grasp.

Although it was not her first time seeing her, this was Patchouli’s first time facing the ice beauty at such close range, and she immediately sensed an overwhelming pressure.

In fact, the Farrell family’s vineyards were world-renowned, and such a bottle of red wine, aged over a decade, was enough for any noble to boast about for quite some time.

That morning, all the snipers underwent precision shooting assessments, and after a brief rest, we all donned our ghillie suits.

"Didn't you already see her at the Tower of Death last time? Why ask me?" Yang Bufan raised an eyebrow, his tone cold.

It was actually quite embarrassing; his official identity was a disciple of Luoyun Peak within the Shushan inner sect, yet he had never reported to Luoyun Peak. He didn't even know who belonged to the peak, knowing only that the peak master was his senior brother, Shang Yangzi; beyond that, he knew nothing.

Looking toward the end of the Longyuan River, one could faintly perceive a towering mountain with five peaks. From afar, it appeared covered in dense palaces with flickering lights, like a legendary fairyland, filled with peace and tranquility.

The two began to bicker on horseback, though it was all in good humor, and neither was truly angry.

He was one of Huo Tianlang’s men and rarely stayed at the sect, so he had no deep understanding of Lan Tianying and gave no thought to Zhang Ye.

Peng Junhui nodded and said, "Yes, that is what I said. Do you have a problem with it? Or do you disagree with what I said?"

"Damn it, I’m calling your six threes." At that moment, there wasn't a single three in my cup, and I refused to believe that brat Zhang Yu could conjure six for me.

In short, to enjoy a more opulent lifestyle, they did not hesitate to betray their motherland.

Because this involved a terrifying figure, someone who had required three true ancestors to work together to barely subdue, Nangong Nayue could imagine other organizations frantically sending people to Itogami Island upon hearing the news.

"I believe this won't be dangerous for Ye Chen. Haven't you noticed that Ye Chen no longer needs to use his scabbard to block and is now dodging every attack?" Keeping her gaze fixed on the understated figure not far away, Bai Ji’s tone softened naturally.

This made her realize a grave problem: it wasn't that she had slept with someone else, but that someone else had truly slept with her.

Additionally, it is worth mentioning that he spent a certain amount of technology points to upgrade all his currently upgradable skills to the mastery level, including English, French, and Korean.

Sure enough, within a day, the soldiers of the Yahai Association had found all the medicinal materials, and the medicine was given to Xizhi. Within two days, by the evening of the second day of the fifth lunar month, the ice house was completed in a secluded corner of the Yahai Association’s headquarters. Lu Yincong prepared to treat Xizhi’s injuries that very night.

After a while, as the giant python drew near, Qi Bao suddenly heard a sharp cry from Qing Zhi beside him.

Gradually, a few wisps of rain drifted down, sprinkling onto the river and scattering the countless cold halos of light into ripples. The moonlight pierced through the rain, casting thousands of hazy rays; the night seemed to become blurred all at once. Looking at one another, people felt as if they were separated by a lifetime.

"I won't beat you! Just lick what the teacher leaves behind! That's right, just one lick!" Koro-sensei strode forward, unbothered by the ice cream that had already been eaten.

He Zheng did not respond to the questions from those around him; he simply scanned the surrounding group once more, as if confirming something.

Although the doctor said a mild concussion would have no lasting effects and required only a little rest, Zhang Xiangling still drove over to pick up Song Guyan, bringing Mi Xue along for the ride.

These pirates were nothing but a mob; the real enemy was the Zhang family fleet hiding behind the pirate fleet. Thus, after forcing the pirate ships to surrender, the Weiyuan fleet ordered all pirate ships to cut their halyards and wait, while the warship fleet began to assemble, preparing to engage the Zhang family fleet.

The scabbard for the square-bladed knife was shorter than that of the bamboo sword. Lin Jian looked at it with delight, as a shorter scabbard meant greater portability.

Weibo had given rise to a large number of self-media outlets; even as WeChat official accounts became popular, the real-time nature of Weibo remained irreplaceable.

And watching videos on a twenty-plus-inch screen was clearly a much better experience than watching on a mobile phone.