Volume One, Chapter 58: Using Erguotou to Control Tang Bohu, Making Him Obedient

"Good wine! Where is the Erguotou? I want to drink Erguotou!"
Early in the morning, Tang Bohu’s shouting could be heard. True to his reputation as a heavy drinker, the very first thing he did upon waking up was to search for alcohol.
"Husband, please don't shout. They are still sleeping," Qiuxiang hurriedly reminded him.
"I really don't get this guy. He starts looking for alcohol the moment he wakes up!" Xia Jingtian said helplessly as he lay in bed.
"Yelling at the top of his lungs the moment day breaks, how annoying!" Li Shizhen and Li Zixuan were both woken up by Tang Bohu's clamor.
"Doctor Xia, Divine Doctor Xia, Dr. Xia, where are you? I want to drink Erguotou!" Tang Bohu searched around the medical clinic.
Xia Jingtian watched... Then he reached out to gently rub her eye sockets, but Wang Li grabbed his hand, pulled it to rest beneath her own head, and leaned her body against his shoulder.

The elders of the Luoshui Immortal Sect hurried over and felt a wave of relief upon seeing that the disciples below were safe and sound. Glaring angrily at the demonic spirits filling the sky, they drew out their own magical treasures and plunged into the battle.
"Zhengzhi, are you really alright?" A slightly aged voice came over; it was the elderly father who had come out. Anyway, he had heard that the nine-headed lion and the golden willow tree that had captured him had both vanished without a trace. Perhaps Li Yun possessed some sort of method to triumph over primordial titans.
"Monkey Sun, have you lost your mind? You are a Buddha long since appointed by the Western Lishan Paradise, yet you actually assist a pack of demons in creating chaos?" Erlang Yangjian felt that the ferocious simian before him was identical in every way to the Monkey Sun of five hundred years ago, down to his very temper. If this wasn't the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, then who could it be?

After a round of conversation, Immortal Jinbao stated his intention to travel to the realm of gods and demons. Since Zhuang Wanggu happened to be heading there as well, they decided to travel together. The two of them passed through a teleportation array. As it turned out, although the three thousand great universes were now contiguous, not everyone possessed the strength to traverse the cosmos independently, which was why these teleportation arrays had been established for interstellar transit.

Irene fell silent. This question was harder to answer than all the previous ones combined. It was a secret she had never confided to the terrifying King, and it was the very reason she had been able to come to Oslo—a world countless times more beautiful and peaceful than the Abyss Realm.

"Prime Minister Turtle, tell us then, how can we possibly deal with the Great King of Black Wind?" The Dragon King of the West Sea asked angrily, turning to the oldest and most senior Prime Minister Turtle.

In a flash, the Seven-Treasure Miaoshu collided with the Supreme Immortal Sword. This was also the final clash of the current battle.
If the officials of Qingshi City could see this weeping scene before them, they certainly would never believe that the man who always looked so rugged and imposing was their mayor, a man known for wielding heavy swords without an edge.

Pushing open the door to the cellar, a wave of damp, biting cold air rushed to meet him. With eyes brimming with tears, Bochen held a candleholder and walked slowly into the cellar, calling out the name of Wan'er with deep affection. Hearing no response from Wan'er, Bochen immediately strode a few steps further inward, anxiously searching left and right until he finally spotted her curled up in the corner.

As the words fell, his body struck a peculiar posture, making him look overall like a fierce tiger.
Immediately afterward, Tang Huang placed one of the chicken drumsticks on the table and let World Number One, which had transformed into a bird, eat it.

Lowering his gaze, Yun Dan’s eyes brimmed with a trace of bitterness. A millennium had passed, and Huai'an’s cultivation had only grown increasingly formidable.
Judging by her posture, if he refused her, she really would wipe out the Fang family. Given her status, she could even flatten Brilliant City, and no one would dare utter a single word of criticism.

Looking at her tear-streaked face, Jishu Han felt his heart contract with a sharp, wrenching pain. A sour jealousy slowly gnawed at his core, making his heart panic with agony.
Xiao Chi’s face held not a shred of "paternal tenderness," and his palm only awkwardly patted Su Qiao’s back.

Twilight over the distant pavilion, a gentle breeze rustling sleeves, withered vines and bird cries intensely rendering the desolation of sorrow. The luminous moon of the past, hanging shallow and low—what sweet words were spoken, what greetings exchanged? She vanished with the dawn's first light, and through the passage of time, that terrace returned once more. A promise should be made to quietly await the distant reunion across a thousand miles, shelving a sheet of yearning to stand guard.

Yang Zilong carried me to the hospital, and afterward he kept calling someone on the phone. Then Fatty Yuan's younger brother was taken away, and to this day I have no idea where Yang Zilong took him.
My last sentence was a roar. The moment I roared, Turtle-head and his men also emerged. At the same time, Cao Man’s men behind me revealed their weapons. Red-hair looked at me with a distinctly startled expression; he clearly hadn't expected his boss to have me on his side, let alone that I would be so domineering.

Seeing that Fang Hao was full of vigor and showed no signs of injury whatsoever, she finally let out a soft sigh of relief.
If not for falling into the trap of these despicable and shameless barbarians back then, how could he have ended up in such a state?

Not long after the servant departed, the sound of a gate being pushed open echoed from outside the courtyard. A refined-looking middle-aged man walked in. The old prime minister showed no surprise and didn't even turn his head.
"How is Brother Youcai?" Seeing the bewilderment in his eyes, she didn't make much of it and simply asked how things were.

Therefore, although Lei Yue currently appeared imposing and full of momentum, his future room for advancement had actually been locked off, and his body had already suffered irreversible damage.
"Take it. If you go to the airport to buy a ticket now, it'll definitely be too late. If you can't escape by then, you'll die at Fu Yujin's hands."

Composing a poem could hardly be considered acting crazy from drunkenness. He had seen plenty of people whose behavior while drunk was far worse than this before.

Gu Shaochen gripped Damao’s hand with no intention of getting out of the car whatsoever. Instead, he continued to encourage Damao.

As he waved his fan, a powerful and fierce gale, sharp as a blade, easily shattered the incoming cyan spiritual light.

Elder Guo and Master Mo naturally witnessed this scene as well, feeling a brief pang of anxiety in their hearts, but they immediately set their minds at ease.
"Liu Mang, I sense a strange energy within you. Has your strength improved again recently?" Old Qi said this with a faint smile on his face. Seeing Liu Mang and the others grow stronger brought immense joy to him as an elder.

Chu Feng first closed his eyes. After five seconds, he slowly opened them, only this time, the spirit in his gaze was somewhat different.
"Strike!" Song Yang shouted coldly, and then purple Qi surged between his palms as he charged toward the side of the qilin.

A large volume of gasoline poured from the wreckage piled crookedly behind him, instantly igniting into a raging inferno that illuminated his menacing back like the descent of the Grim Reaper.

These three gigantic iron-eagle statues held up a platform atop the giant peak. Above and below the platform, clouds and mists swirled. This platform, resembling a celestial immortal palace, drifted in-between, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

After saying this, Old Ghost Xin immediately waved his hand and flew all the way into the boundless sea of stars.

Ling Daozong offered a bow, which could be considered a polite gesture, but given the current situation, they would not appreciate it at all.
Suddenly, he noticed the iron spear arriving before him, seemingly pointing at something, as if urging Qi Cai to use the iron spear to slay the golden-winged angel.

He frowned and stared at it for a very, very long time before rolling it up in disappointment. He thought to himself that he would go visit Uncle Jin after school tomorrow. The restaurant hadn't asked him to come over and help right after school lately, so it seemed he would have to rely on Uncle Jin's connections! Yall Shi drifted off to sleep wrapped in doubt.

"Don't be nervous. This fellow is testing your cultivation," Chang Yangzi's voice echoed in his spiritual consciousness.

Her skin was not bronze-colored. Blessed with natural beauty, despite living in the Northern Wasteland year-round, her skin remained as white as snow.