Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Little Boy Asks Your Name

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, a vision of a vast sea of stars appearing within his pupils, dazzling and brilliant, overflowing with a faint stellar radiance.

The Wuyou Sect directly confronted the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Despite the personal appearance of Neon Shang, Elder Thunder, and Master Miaoke, they were repeatedly pushed back and forced to retreat while, at this very moment, a Daoist secret decree emerged.

What was originally a simple assassination case suddenly became shrouded in mystery. When Qiu Xuan thought he had found the mastermind, he discovered it was not the true culprit.

"What are the tally results?" You Jingyan asked. In truth, what concerned him most right now was Li Bing.

However, You Jingyan was far too unconventional. Not only did the ministers in the imperial court object, but even You Jingyan himself felt somewhat uneasy.

Years ago, under the protection of the old locust tree, he was innocent and lived a carefree life. But now, he had long since shed his childishness; though only fourteen years old, he was no longer the person he used to be.

The business world truly was a complex place. She resolved to ignore him, but what still lingered in her mind was... that window without the curtains drawn! A deep sense of resentment welled up within her as she stared fixedly at the window, as if she could stare flowers right out of the glass.

Such flags were simple in material and extremely low in production cost, but if sold in Birmingham, fetching a dozen or even a few dozen pounds apiece would be effortless.

The group traveled for more than half a month without anything particularly unusual happening.

A sinister and harsh voice rang out. The next instant, Ji Mingyang's figure was enveloped by a stream of pure water and vanished, reappearing hundreds of meters away on a protruding mound of a grave.

They were not fools. It was highly likely that Charles was backed by other factions or large mercenary groups. Rushing into the Fister Prefecture to capture him would undoubtedly be suicide.

Chu Xiong smiled as he said this, finding it quite amusing when he caught sight of the expression of existential doubt currently plastered across Zhao Changsheng's face.

"What do you want? As long as it is within my power, I will give it to you. Even if it is beyond my power, I will seize it and hand it to you." Chen Jiran sat on the sofa and said with a smile.

Having witnessed her lightning-fast mood swings before, I had already developed a sort of immunity to her gentle facade. However, I was somewhat dumbfounded by her fluent English, remaining in a daze right up until the waiter walked over and handed me the menu.

He, too, had lost a child and a beloved, understanding the soul-crushing agony and despair better than anyone else, which was why he knew precisely how to prescribe the right remedy.

Hearing this, Chu Xiong touched the box inside his tunic. Inside this box should be that Buddha bone sarira, the very one the butler had finally handed to him.

Brushing away the fine mist of rain clinging to his clothes, he twirled a cigarette between his fingers and extended it out the window, asking the question with an air of casual indifference.

After imagining it and deciding that such a lifestyle wasn't particularly wonderful, Kosaki Tsunatsu abruptly turned his head to look at Hamaabe Minami sitting opposite him.

A burst of Buddha light accompanied this palm strike, hurtling toward the old man not far away. At that moment, the old man suddenly sensed a wave of dangerous intent.

On one hand, the recent clamor surrounding the "Spy Gate" incident was showing an increasingly intense trend. On the other hand, after ten long years of waiting, the British people had finally welcomed a native hero of their own: Hamilton.

Ying Tao was completely unprepared and was almost shoved to the ground by Gong Molian. Seeing her wasted away to this extent, the tiny flicker of vitality he had felt just a moment ago was completely blown into an outright explosion by her actions.

The Demon Lord stood alone against hundreds of Great Saints of Outer Realm Demons. To be able to hold out until now and even manage to counter-kill one Outer Realm Demon was already absurdly powerful.

Whether this was the true ratio for lipolysis injections, he had no way of knowing for sure. But since it wasn't being injected into a human anyway, the worst-case scenario if something went wrong would just be the loss of some money and a dog.

The Racing King's mission at this moment was so simple: surpass these two opponents before the end of the race. Yet the Racing King's task was equally arduous, for there were only eight laps remaining in the race.

The silver VTS now resembled a silver arrow tearing through the curtain of rain as it hurtled toward those red isolation barriers. Ye Feng instinctively glanced at the dashboard out of habit, and the speed—which old Ye found utterly unbelievable—left him utterly dumbfounded.

Ji Mo said nothing more, casually stripping off his clothes, and their two bodies melted together within the forest.

The performance of the other drivers, however, was as different from Ye Feng's as heaven and earth. The race could only be described by a single word: "accident-prone." Aside from old Ye, almost everyone, including Hamilton, experienced instances of overshooting the rumble strips and sliding onto the grass or gravel traps when taking corners.

Another development that thrilled old Ye was that just as he and Gu Lin had fully adapted to the Dakar journey and, through their own efforts and stellar performance, once again forced their way into the top 20 of the overall driver standings, Senna had returned once more.

"If I had known it would be like this, I might as well have just broken straight in earlier." Purple Emperor had originally been very much in favor of this method. Had he known it would turn out like this, even if beaten to death, he would never have entered this way.

"What?" Guo Qu doubted his ears, looking down at her in astonishment.

Li Jing's fists were clenched tightly together, an exceptionally grave expression radiating from his eyes. By now, all the intelligence regarding Yinchuan had been dispatched to Chang'an. Just as Li Jing himself had said, Li Ji and Cheng Yaojin had each intercepted a garrison force heading to reinforce Chang'an and were currently rushing toward Yinchuan.

Crunch, crunch... Bai Yi chewed the candy in her mouth, smacked her lips, and watched them scurry away in disarray.

Admiring Mordo's strength, respecting Mordo's character, and marveling at his absolute devotion to the Sanctuary... Regardless of everything else, as Mordo knelt powerlessly and his life force began to drain away, Yang Chong and the others ultimately watched this hero draw his final breath.