Volume 1, Chapter 36: Shall We Do Something?

"Good sir, I am a clerk from the Cuiwei Pavilion. I have been sent by Young Master Lu to seek an audience with the Marquis of Wu'an; I have a few urgent words to convey to her." The young man, possessed of delicate features, cupped his hands in a respectful salute toward the guard at the entrance of the Marquis’s estate, his face wreathed in a conciliatory smile.

The guard looked the young man up and down. He appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen, with well-defined features, a fair complexion, and a naturally amiable expression. He wore a cyan silk jacket over loose black trousers, and on his feet were thin-soled black boots. In appearance, attire, and demeanor, he resembled a house page from a prominent family. It was said that the standards for selecting clerks and maids at the Cuiwei Pavilion were even higher than...

People tend to hold deep-rooted beliefs in the knowledge they first accept, even going so far as to view their own understanding as the absolute truth, dismissing any external knowledge that contradicts it as pseudoscience.

"Dad, should we add more screenings tomorrow?" Ren Lei hurriedly shook awake Ren Hongwei, who was lost in a daydream of striking it rich.

Just as I intended to sit behind the counter to begin my dinner, I happened to glance back and couldn't help but shiver, my beer slipping from my hand and crashing to the floor.

It was clearly only a side-wound on my finger, involving nothing but capillaries, yet the blood flowed with alarming intensity, frightening Xia Hanqing into quickly pressing her left hand against the injury.

Fortunately, there was only one score of three; the rest were mostly fives, sixes, and eights, with even a single top score of nine.

When Angel saw Jack, she began to cry out in excitement immediately, but because her mouth was sealed with tape, she could only emit muffled, unintelligible groans.

As long as there were enough people in his vicinity, or if those around him carried enough "sin," he could become incredibly powerful.

After waiting a few more minutes, Hell, having been injected with the serum, felt a distinct change in his body; although his wounds had not healed, the bleeding points had clotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain throughout his body had eased significantly—even his headache had subsided.

"Heh, finding it harder and harder to focus, are you?" Er Dao, still in the mood to laugh, walked in and pulled up a chair to sit down.

The topic of the hit-and-run by the son of a Japanese corporate executive, fueled by the groundwork laid earlier that night, surged onto the Weibo trending list, drawing condemnation from even more netizens.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng set his mobile aside and laughed; he didn't want to tell those people the truth just yet. He wanted them to remain anxious. Imagining the current expression on the Chairman's face after being hung up on, he knew it couldn't be pleasant.

"That's right, Lin is right. I, Wang Yang, am no coward, and I won't abandon my brothers. If we die, we die together!" Wang Yang said without a moment's hesitation.

"Cookies and such, how could they compare to hot food? It's all Sister Angel's fault. If it weren't for her, I could be eating strawberry pudding right now." Xiang Xintong, her cheeks being pinched, mumbled unclearly.

Ordinary families, when hosting guests, would use nothing more than common flowers—sometimes even wildflowers. As for luxurious seasonings like honey, that was something they wouldn't even dare to imagine, so one can only guess what it tasted like when consumed.

If there were a car that never changed its appearance but constantly changed its name, it would surely be the Santana.

The sixth group—the Hidden Immortal Yun Zhonghe and the Smiling Immortal Xiao Rufeng—led by the Righteous Immortal Jiang Weidao, brought the scattered immortals to the Demon Beach to confront the three dragons—Wei Longtu, Jiang Longtu, and Xin Longtu—along with their demon soldiers.

"So that is how it is. Such a debt of gratitude for this rebirth, I fear I shall owe him for the rest of my life," the Snake King sighed.

"It is him again. He is like a lingering ghost. Back then, it was he who vied with Me for Xiang'er. I never imagined that even after all these years, he still refuses to give up." The Emperor, supported by Mo Ling as he sat down, slapped the table in resentment.

Sitting on the swaying back of the horse, Lenna felt a bit dizzy. People getting motion sickness from heights or boats was nothing new, but it was rare for someone to get "horse-sick." It was only thanks to her releasing a sliver of her own aura that the horse remained perfectly docile; had it been a rebellious creature, she might have suffered even more.

Still, they were dressed better than the commoners she had seen before, at least being able to wash their clothes regularly.

Unfortunately, Zhou Zhiling paid no attention to the well-intentioned warning, dismissing it instead as a prank.

In the present, it is difficult for Da Long to sleep, and even harder to sleep in his dreams. This agony of "insomnia" perhaps really must be resolved with wine. But while wine in reality can be obtained from a tavern, where could one find wine in a dream?

Lin looked up at the sky and discovered a Dou Zong expert walking through the air, locking onto other divine experts and engaging them in battle.

The player quickly pulled his head back to hide behind the hillside. Lin held his 98K and instantly switched to an M416. Seeing this, Jiang Hang gave an inward thumbs-up. His mouse moved quickly as he opened his inventory with the Tab key, dragged a grenade to his throwables slot, pulled the pin, and tossed it over the hill.

Su Zeying sat on a stool, looking to the left, where the dark circles under Moonlight Hayate's eyes had grown heavier, his entire body appearing ready to collapse; looking to the right, Uzuki Yugao could no longer maintain her elegant posture, covering her face with her hand to stifle several yawns.

Listening to her complaints, Su Zeying felt a surge of inner turmoil, filled with a sense of helpless exasperation.

Landing and turning on her phone, she received a message from Sha Beibei saying she had already requested a few days off to go out with him during the May Day holiday.

Chen Xuan clenched her hands, crumpling the lawyer's letter, cursing Weibo internally for its shamelessness in leaking her information; otherwise, Zhanhua Chemical would never have been able to track her down, let alone sue her.

A towering tree had been uprooted, lying across the middle of the road. The vehicle could not pass, and even with several men working together, they could not move the thick trunk.

Ye An'an subconsciously followed them in. She expected to be stopped, but she found that the guards at the entrance of the ballroom seemed to look right through her, completely indifferent to her stepping inside.

Seeing this, Yin Xu smiled to himself. Dylan acting so recklessly within the Dark Cross Fortress proved he had broken with NEO; since that was the case, they could proceed with their plan quite naturally.

When we looked at the golden body again, it had turned into a dazzling fireball. Hu Banxian and I hurriedly tried to smother it with sand, but the flames showed no sign of abating.

In his eyes, his cousin had always been gentle and quiet. Even if she were unhappy, she would only keep it to herself and sulk. Where had he ever seen her like this before?