Volume One, Chapter 23: At an Impasse, Competing for a Skirt

"It’s not a snake... it’s bats," Zhang Qian managed to stabilize herself, her speech finally becoming coherent.

"Captain!" Seeing Sophie suddenly collapse, Sun Xiya rushed to her side and propped her up.

Jinping City Public Security Bureau. Liang Chen had just finished the second interrogation of Wang Jing. Despite the direct confrontation with Jiang Ronghua and the evidence provided by the recording, Wang Jing remained tight-lipped, refusing to confess.

"That's right, this is a spatial barrier. It feels exactly like the ones I encountered on the Profound Blue Continent," I said with a faint smile, my eyes misty.

Behind us, pairs of eyes glowing with green light in the darkness were particularly striking. Beneath that green glow were mouths baring white teeth, as if they intended to devour everything in sight.

Perhaps he had simply hidden his soul in some corner, quietly waiting for the day of his awakening.

"What? Do you think I’m someone who goes back on his word?" Lu Lin said with a faint smile.

At some point, I had curled up on the chair, panting as I watched Xuanyuan Yifei slowly pull away from my lips to let me catch my breath. He kissed my cheeks, my forehead, and the tip of my nose gently; his soft kisses were like playful dragonflies, alighting here and there.

"Sigh..." A sigh suddenly drifted through the gloomy air. I glanced over to see Xuan Mingyu leaning against the doorframe, rolling her eyes before turning and walking away.

As for the Dream Team’s weak-side help defense, with A.C. Green pulling the floor apart, it wasn’t very effective tonight, leaving them feeling somewhat constrained.

However, in our daily lives, we often overlook the efforts a company makes to ensure power for the entire nation.

Years of indulgence in wine and women had softened their spines; from this moment on, they would never be able to stand tall again.

Of course, this is not to say that Chen Lizhen can be compared to Professor Lu’s children; it is merely a metaphor.

The opening in the cliff face is so high above the bottom; how am I supposed to get down and meet those dwarves?

Chen Li took his phone and went straight to the balcony. Upon answering, it was indeed Liu Qingqing calling.

Li Guanjun gazed at the faint outline of the Great Wall in the distance, unable to suppress a look of stirring passion.

Yang Xuanji stepped down from the dueling platform and returned to his spiritual jade throne to meditate, though his gaze was actually fixed on the simulator interface.

Some trials take time, some experiences take effort, for this is a secret realm at the extreme boundary of the Bitter Sea.

Mr. Zhu’s eyes were a chaotic blur. Only after Qin Qi called out to him twice did his focus slowly return, and he looked at Qin Qi.

After finishing his meal, Ye Cang tossed the plastic bag to Kannai. With a clap of his hands and a stir of chakra, he ground it into powder.

Facing Roger’s questioning, the Demon God Mephisto opened his mouth but made no sound. However, as Roger slowly looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, the Demon God, trembling all over, finally gave up his last resistance.

Those powerful clans already possessed thousands of acres of fertile land, and this year’s yields were exceptionally high. With no place to put their own grain, why would they spend money to buy more?

Rumble! The giant forest of trees, raging like demonic dragons, stood up one by one. The lush branches withered and fell rapidly, and the thick trunks began to shrink, their tops becoming sharper. At first glance, they looked like upright spears.

Wen Ran’s heart was filled with threads of warmth. An emotion, both happy and sweet, wrapped tightly around her, and a charming, light blush rose on her fair, beautiful face due to the feelings budding in her heart.

A cold glint flashed in Mo Xishen’s eyes. If it weren’t for Ranran, he wouldn’t have deigned to make this call.

Although Jiang Chen was confident in his ability to handle any danger, those around him were now incredibly loyal to him. Even the sisters Xiao Qingyu and Xiao Qingling, and the brothers Zhang Qingyun and Zhang Qingyu, were no exception; once Jiang Chen had helped them, that loyalty became branded onto them.

The light in the room was dim and murky. A lamp hung in the center, casting a weak, yellowish halo over the space.

As darkness fell before his eyes, Wang Quan felt something slide over his head, then felt a heavy blow to the back of his neck, and lost consciousness.

Ren Hao looked at Su Cuo’s figure. Wasn't she flat-chested? He liked flat chests—they were the cutest and saved on fabric when it came to clothes. But when he saw the Adam's apple on Su Cuo’s delicate neck, he instantly lost his composure.

Lian Yuncheng only saw a cloud of dust before Yu Qing came galloping over on horseback, leaving all others in the dust.

At this moment, Master Achai deliberately glanced at the soldiers, who looked at him in disbelief.

There was rarely any dissenting voice, because as soon as one appeared, it was wiped out by Lin Tian’s fans. Or perhaps, they were fans of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"What? Is it because my father betrayed you?" A touch of self-mockery appeared on Xin Ruoling’s face.

"You understand everything? You understand nothing at all. Lian Yuncheng, you gained the admiration of many at the Zhengqing Dharma Festival in the name of chivalry, and you further solidified the fact that you are the sect leader of the Emei Sect."

Just as the maid thought he was finally going to open it, Jian Yuheng took two steps back and closed the wardrobe door again.

Gathering all these circumstances, Lian Yuncheng sent an urgent letter to the Golden Kirin, asking him to come and help.

The Dragon Palace’s messenger, a shrimp soldier, was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. It knew that Sword Hero would never visit the palace without a reason, and since he was here, it must be related to the East Sea Dragon Palace, so it acted very proactively.

On the contrary, if Mu Yuan were to find out that they had tipped off the Lingxiao Fan, they would likely meet the same miserable fate as the Cold Jade Sect and the Blazing Fire Sect.

With Li Fei backing him, Chen Bing’s tone immediately became confident and arrogant, and he began to question the two thugs, Mountain Chicken and Yellow Hair, without any courtesy.

Of course, there was also that "lightning movement" that was almost impossible to dodge, which helped Tian Qi seize quite a few advantages.

Five days had passed, and there was still no movement from the room where Mu Yuan was staying. They didn’t know if the time they had bought with their lives would be enough for Mu Yuan to successfully emerge from his seclusion.