Volume 1, Chapter 37: You Are Playing with Fire

Cui Xingze bent down and scooped up Cui Xuan, naturally pinching the tip of her nose. "Have you not been eating properly lately? How have you become so light?"

"I have not!" Cui Xuan pouted, acting spoiled. "I have clearly put on weight."

The techniques and styles were ancient, clearly not those of magical artifacts from the last ten thousand years, which meant they certainly were not items obtained by the Demon race after killing human cultivators in battle.

"You are the Emperor’s most trusted confidant—are you truly unaware of anything?" Hua Fenglan raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze fixed intently upon him.

Yet, among all the princes, the Crown Prince had chosen him. No matter how conflicted he felt about the mother and son in the Yonghe Palace, the Crown Prince understood in his heart that his fourth brother was reliable. He dared not even imagine how the current situation had escalated; for the past few days, he had been filled with trepidation, terrified that his figure might have been spotted near the scene.

As the punch was thrown, a violent, deafening roar resounded, and the air in the alley seemed to transform into an air cannon, vibrating instantly.

Bai Moxuan actually smiled slightly as he looked at her shy expression, perhaps because his health was improving and his spirits were high.

If one were to encounter an obstacle at regular intervals, then the difficulty of overcoming these obstacles would undoubtedly increase as the steps climbed higher.

He lunged toward Jun Qianxi at top speed, using his final moments to close the distance between them.

Northern Continent was, after all, the preeminent nation among the four, and if word of this matter were to get out, it would surely be the laughingstock of the world.

Seeing Duanmu Ming take a step forward, he hurriedly retreated several paces, vaguely sensing that a powerful aura seemed ready to burst forth from within the man before him.

Feng Ruhuang looked at Rong Jin; she had always wanted to know why he had acted that way back then, and wondered if she should give him a chance to explain.

Several disciples of the Thousand Suns Sect waited quietly to the side, seated within a pale golden formation, watching as the members of the Spirit-Binding Sect fought tooth and nail against the Eyes-Closed Vajra.

The next day, after Ouyang Yanli prepared lunch for Chen Huan, she dragged him out to go shopping.

The Vietnamese army dared not station troops in this region, primarily because they could not contend with amphibious tanks and infantry fighting vehicles. Without a source of gasoline, the Vietnamese mobile forces were effectively paralyzed.

Shen Yan had intended to ask how Hao Ling was doing, but seeing that Aunt Shen was in a foul mood, she stammered and dared not pursue the question.

Zhang Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Luo Qingrong nodded in agreement, the subsequent matters would be easy to handle. This would also provide an opportunity to take the inheritance of the Lady Gao—currently held by Old Madam Luo—and have it kept by her on behalf of Luo Qingrong; after all, that grandmother was not a biological one. As for the portion occupied by Lady Qi, she would simply consider it a gift for her old age.

Luo Qingrong looked at her eyes, which held no trace of a smile, and offered a similarly insincere smile in return. "Miss Dai, you are mistaken. We have always been relatives, haven't we?" In an ordinary household, Consort Dai would merely be a concubine and could not be considered a relative of the Luo family, but once the word "Imperial" was attached, the rules naturally changed.

By the time Shangguan Feng realized what was happening and reached out to push him away, he only held her tighter the more she struggled. In the end, she simply gave up resisting; firstly, she was no match for him, and secondly, she seemed not to dislike his kiss.

Behind this Monument of Heroes, one-third of the space remained blank. This void was reserved for the martyrs who had perished during the apocalypse but had not left even their names behind.

No other movements were required. By using only the chaotic mental field, Lu Sheng made his otherwise ordinary sword strike impossible to dodge, even causing the demon monsters to automatically move their vital points into the path of his blade.