Volume 1, Chapter 49: How Could It Be Her

With a flushed red face and trembling with intense rage, the Lion-Sprite hurled a spell directly at Chen Xuanzang. At this moment, he didn't care about anything else; he only wanted to shut this monk up.

Thick smoke billowed inside the elixir furnace. After a few breaths, the smoke cleared away, revealing Chen Xuanzang sitting cross-legged within, his eyes tightly closed.

It was much like how, if Lin Chao lacked strength and had been beaten to the ground by Yang Feng's people, the security guard probably wouldn't even have bothered to dial an emergency number.

A multitude of questions flooded into her mind all at once, making her head feel as though it was about to explode.

This matter was far too bizarre. During such a peculiar period, for an unprecedented and eerie existence from the Demon Clan to descend upon the capital could hardly be a coincidence, inevitably forcing one to draw connections to the Bai family, who stood as the protagonists of this night.

More than five years ago, when Huang Zhong first surrendered to Liu Qi, he was just in his early forties. But now, times had changed, and he was marching rapidly toward the age of fifty.

He was describing it by imitating Gu Tingsi's words, and his tone lacked any particular fluctuation. Sang Wan'an felt that this tone bore quite a resemblance to Gu Tingsi's own manner of speaking.

When Lin Zhiyuan grew serious, he exuded an entirely different temperament from just moments before. His eyes sparkled and his expression was one of profound focus, making others reluctant—and ill-suited—to disturb him.

When Sanqi and the others arrived, however, they merely felt that the supposed auspicious geomantic treasure land was nothing more than a scam. The place was drifting with the ghosts of those people; the souls of anyone buried here, whether human or ghost, would bring generational misfortune down upon their descendants, plagued by curses. Hundreds of ghost spirits hovered in the sky above.

It turned out that while attending to the wound on her shoulder earlier, her bathrobe had come undone. When she slipped it back on, the collar had remained parted without her realizing it, exposing half of her bra.

The remaining men exchanged glances. Zhangsun Shunde wished he could slaughter Wei Jiu on the spot, yet hampered by Li Ke's favoritism and protection, he could do nothing. He simply stared fixedly at Wei Jiu and let out a cold rebuke.

The sound of the wind mixed with the chirping of birds, leaping up lightly with a crisp timbre like that of a jade flute, lingering and winding endlessly.

Before ordinary soldiers, his lightness skill and speed offered an absolute advantage. But facing a vampire, this could no longer be called an advantage.

Zhou Mingzhi held the upper hand. Stimulated by the gunfire, his excitement soared to a fever pitch. Pinning his opponent down with one hand, he unleashed a flurry of wild, untamed punches.

At this moment, the torrential rain was still pouring, yet Liu Jinwu placed absolute trust in Wei Jiu. Since the marquis had declared that the rain was going to stop, then the rain was surely going to stop.

Furthermore, Qian Zhao's ability was directly proportional to his calm and steadfast composure. Therefore, in dealing with Tao Shang, Yuan Shao had purposely chosen him.

When I was finally awakened, I opened my eyes to pitch darkness all around. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked outside. The riverbank was brilliantly illuminated, as if countless torches had been lit, casting a glowing reflection upon the water and lighting up a ferry landing clearly.

After days of hurried travel, he finally returned to Chang'an. The moment he laid eyes on the estate gates, Wei Jiu felt an impulse of emotion that brought tears to his eyes. He leaped off the carriage and sprinted forward, completely ignoring the people behind him. The instant Wei Jiu touched the gates, another fellow reached out and touched them in a manner entirely indistinguishable from his own.

Take Huawei's newly launched flagship phone, for instance. Truth be told, it was vastly superior to the Fruit XS.

The dealer wiped the sweat from his brow, swallowed hard, took one more deep breath, and dealt out the remaining two cards.

"...Understood. However, brother Wen, since you've taught me this purification method, you must already be thoroughly skilled in its use. Why don't you demonstrate it here first so that I can prepare myself accordingly?" Although Lin煜 felt no trace of fear, he still lacked absolute certainty. He knew that once he failed, the price would be far more than just his own life.

The freezing ground transformed into a vast expanse of water. She lay under the dark sky, murmuring a quiet prayer, begging the gods to grant her magic.

Fortunately, until Biwude's body completely left the restroom wall, there were no unexpected reactions.

Sitting in the front row, not far from Yan Di, Jiang Taixu now had bloodshot eyes and ragged, heavy breathing.

"Meitang, what on earth is going on? Did something happen at Juanhao's home?" Xiao Erlang widened his bell-like eyes, which flashed with a bluish glint under the moonlight, and pressed for answers.

"Was it those two again who injured brother Lin Yu?" Wen Ziran asked, turning to Lu Yibai beside him.

"Open your eyes and look clearly, how is this blackening a show? This is clearly our esteemed matriarch." Ye Nian pulled up the comment section, where a horde of haters was jumping around.

"Pengpeng, I love you," Zuowei cheered. Due to her overly emotional state, a sudden wave of throbbing pain struck her head again.

"Could it be that the Gu family still harbors some kind of treasure?" Lin Yu speculated, the old man's words only serving to stoke his curiosity further.

The giant blood serpent hissed long from its forked tongue, then twisted its massive body and hurtled toward Lin Yu.

While Fatty and the others were sparring with the crowd, Ye Feng, dressed in a sleek black Korean-style suit, walked down from the dormitory building.

"This official thanks Your Majesty for the profound grace." A marquise was merely a nominal title, largely exempting him from participating in court politics. Yun Fengjin did not refuse the enfeoffment and accepted the imperial decree respectfully.

Two cars accelerating toward each other at full speed over a hundred meters—if they truly collided head-on, the occupants inside would stand zero chance of survival.

Yet now, the Dream Three Kingdoms game was undergoing massive changes. The rules of formal matches had shifted, which alternatively lowered the threshold for team players. As a result, the chasm that once separated casual players from team players had vanished.

Thus, wherever Wang Jie went, a comical scene unfolded: people watched him with vigilant eyes, clearing a path for the group to pass, only to roar and plunge back into the thick of the battle the next moment.

After replaying the contents of the memory stone, Fu Junkai felt an immense sense of shame and offered profuse apologies to Zhang Honglei and Li Xulong, claiming he had been momentarily blinded by greed and led astray by slander, and begged for their forgiveness.

The soft sound of him working up a lather echoed continuously in her ears, that feather-light massage feeling so comfortably soothing it made her drift toward sleep.