Volume 1, Chapter 23: Are They Performing a Ritual?

However, when faced with vicious great demons like the Blood Ancestor, everyone temporarily set aside sectarian disputes and factional prejudices, uniting around the Young Master of Blood.

Speaking of this, Mother Heaven paused. After taking a sip of the water handed to her by Su Yan, she continued slowly, "At that time, we were all in the prime of our youth, and naturally, we all yearned for sweet and romantic love."

"Alright, I understand. To avoid these three, what is the best course of action?" Cui Bin asked.

The most dangerous, exhausting, and bitter work was borne by the slaves; their value was not even equal to that of an ox. In Xiao Mo's eyes, if these people wanted to shed their slave status, they could only work hard and make contributions; Xiao Mo would then allow them to become commoners. As for becoming citizens, that would depend on their performance.

I heard someone whispering softly in my ear; some of it I could make out, while other parts faded into unintelligible murmurs.

"Dad." I called out, my eyes growing moist. Not being able to watch me die—it was a simple sentiment, yet these very words moved me to the core.

Blood Thorn Robe cast a cold, sweeping glance, watching with a calm expression as the prayer beads fell toward their heads. Suddenly, like a stone sinking into water, the bone beads rippled in a circle of waves a hundred meters above them and vanished in a flash.

I nodded, sticking to my conviction. I still held onto the dream that one day my old man would arrive riding a green dragon. Even if he didn't, he remained the greatest hero in my heart. However, there was one thing I didn't tell him, and that was the impact of my mother's words: The fierce tiger of the Guo family now descends from the mountains.

Qiao Nan felt a jolt of alarm. He clearly remembered that the last time the turtle shell suddenly accelerated, it was to ram Yuan Yu, which ended up provoking two deities and nearly cost him his life.

Qiao Nan fought with increasing bravery, feeling as if his body possessed inexhaustible strength. Every punch contained peerless power, shaking and annihilating the majority of the thunderbolts instantly.

Seeing this, the Twin Sages’ expressions changed drastically, and they retreated abruptly. But at that moment, two giant hammers came whistling through the air.

Though Ding Chi couldn't be bothered to argue with the other party, he deliberately put on airs, sitting in the chair with a commanding presence and addressing Director Zheng by his name during their conversation. He didn't have the security guard contact Division Chief Yang, choosing instead to wait quietly, his eyes never leaving the window.

Following Zhao Zheng’s footsteps with her head lowered, Zheng Meng suddenly felt her other hand being held.

Ren Tian could not imagine what kind of brutal battles a Nascent Soul cultivator must have experienced to end up like this.

The old captain glanced at the crew present, his expression suddenly changing; he did not see Chen Jia!

"Old Ding, they came here specifically for you. Isn't it a bit unkind to refuse them point-blank?" Jiang Dali couldn't help but interject.

Especially the eyes, which, under the nourishment of the medicine, were becoming clear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"In a market economy, if the quality is excellent and the marketing is sound, shouldn't there be development?" Zheng Junfeng retorted.

Ye Changtian smiled and accepted the compass. Tang Tingzui and Tang Ranyun gave Ye Changtian a deep look before following the lone traveler's group.

The frail man who had taken forever just to smash a windlass and needed Ye Sheng’s secret help to carry a bucket of water seemed to have regained his former strength in this moment. The gray-clad man exhausted every possible method, ultimately overdrawing his own essence, yet he remained several yards away.

She knew exactly what she wanted, and those guys were not her type. It wasn't until she met Peter; although this boy was a bit slick, he possessed a unique charm when working earnestly.

"So much change in just one month?" Wu Yong was also straining to support his body. Before the news from the Six Fan Gates arrived, he did not know嬴Quan's whereabouts. He later heard that 嬴Quan had fought a battle against Fang Jie in the south, resulting in a draw, or perhaps even having a slight edge.

At this moment, Monta Ellis was aggressively pushed by Maggette, who drew a foul, and Maggette stepped to the free-throw line.

Felisa smiled brilliantly, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Fan Biguan on the forehead like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Completely caught off guard, Nianhan stood at the very front, wanting to witness the first moment of 嬴Quan's miserable death, but he unexpectedly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

David West stopped the trash talk, held his breath, and braced his bent arm against Yang Di's back, while reaching his right hand outward, intending to pass the ball to Baron Davis to create a threat.

嬴Quan contemplated the information he possessed. Skysurmounting Eagle Li Ying was a great tycoon, and his Li Family Village, along with the Zhu Family Village and the Hu Family Village, had formed an alliance to resist Liangshan together.

In fact, ever since 嬴Quan began practicing the Orthodox Yi Heart Sutra, he had used meditation every night to replace sleep.

This was already threatening to cause turmoil in the United States. As a superhero, Tony Stark could not sit idly by. After an intense internal struggle, he finally made up his mind to use his technology to support S.H.I.E.L.D. and upgrade their weapons once again.

"You!" I felt Shi Zitao was too shameless. I couldn't believe he would think that way; it was beyond me how he came up with it.

"I remember, I think I had three dreams." Ai Qin rubbed her temples, looking as if she were trying her best to recall.

Mo Qianqian also stared blankly at Han Jinfeng before her. She knew he was only twenty-seven, but his black attire and smooth, neat "uncle-style" haircut made him look at least ten years older. One couldn't blame others for the misunderstanding.

Lian Xin looked around, then lowered her voice and moved her lips, though no sound could be heard. One could only see the dramatic, ever-changing expressions on the faces of Wei Ruonan and Duan Yuyun.

Without further ado, we arrived at the Ma family villa shortly after. Upon entering the house, I asked Ma Yun, "Where is your son now?"

"Are you okay?" Having recovered from the shock, Han Yanyue returned to reality and asked me with concern, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Roswaal said indifferently. When mentioning Wuchen, the murderous intent in his eyes flashed and vanished. It was this bastard who caused his plan to fail, and now even Emilia had withdrawn from the royal selection. In this way, how could he slay the dragon, and how could he use the dragon's blood to resurrect his master?

Han Yanyue walked in front the entire time. She seemed very familiar with the place, navigating with ease. She didn't take the back door, choosing the side entrance instead. Clearly, she didn't want to be discovered by Ling Ziyao, my sister, and the others who were chatting in the living room.