Volume 1, Chapter 34: She Lost to the White Moonlight

Bi Ling was asleep when Yang Bingling called out. Irritated by being disturbed for no reason, she had been incredibly drowsy lately, seemingly unable to wake up no matter how much she slept.

Feeling a lingering chill from the brush with death, she steadied herself and moved to leave, only to notice a thin, bright line on the ground.

At that moment, Dean Qian stole a glance at Gu Chen, noticing he was still calmly sipping his tea.

No matter how much strength he exerted or how many punches he threw, the opponent's hand was like the Shield of Gaia, effortlessly blocking every blow.

Fortunately, he hadn't truly entered that realm yet, and the other three were no pushovers either. With his ninth-level Qi Refining cultivation, he could still manage to hold his own against this man.

Seeing Shui Moqing’s eyes fixed upon him, as if they could see through everything, Ghost Pupil instinctively lowered his eyelids.

Along the way, Shui Moqing chattered incessantly to You Yue, who remained nestled quietly in his arms.

Seeing his father’s hesitant expression, Xing Yuanzhi mentioned the compensation, primarily a monthly living allowance of 10,000 yuan.

However, given the hostile atmosphere, even if they tried to present evidence now, it would likely be drowned out by the opponent's full-scale assault. It was better to retreat for a moment and wait for both sides to cool down before discussing further.

He felt a "buzz" in his mind, as if something like a bee had burrowed into his brain, making his flesh, bones, and every nerve fiber feel as sluggish as rusted iron.

Seeing people approach, the school of sea fish scattered in a flurry, the once-dense group suddenly becoming sparse.

"Only by injecting their own serum can the serum controlling the others be neutralized," the leader replied.

He had never encountered anything "anomalous" before, so he naturally had to approach this first contact with his full spirit and energy. He still had many spiritual medicines left from the Immortal Treasury; if not now, when would he use them?

After leaving the Hokage office with Temari, Gaara caught up to Lin Chen and nervously explained himself. He knew he hadn't handled the situation well and shouldn't have been so quick to promise he could resolve the matter.

The very first line of the lyrics made Zhang and Liu shudder, and they couldn't help but exchange a glance.

Hearing what Wu Nan said, Mr. Wang became very worried about his son and immediately called the kindergarten to inquire.

White Snake was furious and demanded they bring Xia Dongqing by noon tomorrow, or she would flood Binhai City.

On the altar, seven royal tripods stood in a row. The old King Jiang, dragging his frail, sickly body, walked up and rested his sword on Long Yang’s shoulder.

"Ryan! If you kill me today, when the gods of the Sacred Mountain descend one day, they will surely grind you to dust!" Alqiliya screamed. But her answer was a deafening roar! A mustard-yellow mushroom cloud surged into the sky, cutting off her scream mid-air.

Liu Yang watched the man in the tree with wary eyes. Even though the man claimed he wouldn't harm them, he knew the world was full of two-faced people, and there was no guarantee this man wasn't one of them.

"That fool, does he not know these arrows are Demon-Slaying Arrows?" Libby was about to move toward the carriage when he saw a silver radiance swallow and pulverize the arrows in the sky.

After saying this, the Six-Eared Macaque strode toward the distant Palace of Morality. In fact, there wasn't just one palace belonging to Taibai Jinxing on the sixteenth heaven; a dozen smaller halls were scattered around the Palace of Morality, surrounding it in a Yin-Yang Bagua formation.

Whenever this time came, City Lord Dulu would do this; at the very least, he had to have a few masseurs provide a massage once a day.

Ouyang Hao didn't dwell on it for long, as he thought of Gu Wei—of Gu Wei's madness and those tortures no one could ever endure.

"Han Yan, calm down. I know you're worried about your sister, but even with you, there are only two innate martial artists here. We probably couldn't even defeat Iga Hisamitsu. If we use heavy weapons to bomb the place, it will only hurt your sister," Ji Wushuang advised.

As the battle raged in the back, security in the front slackened. Once there was no guard at the front at all, Chu Yun slipped out on his own.

Yet, that smile appeared to the man in black like that of a bloodthirsty Asura, possessing an enchanting, soul-stealing light.

Mu Yize couldn't believe what Mo Xi had endured, watching with a pained heart as she looked at him with a blank expression. "Mo Xi, do you really not remember me?" Mu Yize struggled to suppress his slightly trembling voice; he wondered just how much pain Mo Xi had suffered that he knew nothing about.

After all, the Hawk fighter was a single-seat aircraft, while the trainer allowed an instructor to sit in the rear and take control, preserving the flight path so the new pilot could feel the entire process from the front seat.

Thinking of this, he flicked his wrist in a flourish, kicked off the pillar, and flipped down from above. His sword carved a bloody gash into the zombie's back, and he slapped a Soul-Suppressing Talisman onto its shoulder. As his feet hit the ground, he leveraged the momentum to leap back into the air before the creature could turn around.