He pierced your Rin with his own hands. Don't you want revenge?

As the very first streamer signed by Airy Video, this contract held a certain commemorative significance, personally executed by Ye Guanh alongside Li An.

In her eyes, although Sun Li possessed a tall, handsome, and heroic appearance, the actions he had just taken struck An Xin as thoroughly sleazy and lustful. Consequently, facing such a sudden and drastic change in him, she found it rather difficult to accept.

However, Yiyu was a professional basketball player after all, and a key starter at that. How could he easily allow a half-baked amateur like Ye Guang—who could barely even manage a proper dribble—to break through his defense?

Regarded by him as the linchpin for "reviving the family business," Natsumi Rimi was surely viewed by him at this very moment as a villain attempting to snatch his ancestral shop away.

Yet that crimson radiance returned as swiftly as it had vanished, slaughtering everything in its path before he could speak another word.

The crowd could only vaguely discern a figure of a young man, draped in dazzling golden light like a descending deity, walking step by step toward the base of the mountain.

"You are entirely right. While my alchemy is formidable, it is constrained by raw materials and cannot refine overly advanced pills. For this God of Cuisine to brew elixirs using the vital essence of ordinary food is truly extraordinary—he is truly worthy of being a master of the laws who can turn decay into magic. He is indeed a figure from whom we should draw inspiration," the old man said with great delight.

Wan Xiaoru smiled faintly, noncommittal. Shifting her gaze away from Huang Xiang, she walked over to Luhe instead.

At this moment, the Blood Spirit actually wielded a divine ability akin to the suppression force found within the Heavenly Abyss. In other words, it could now suppress the cultivation levels of others.

Straightening his posture, Song Li was in no condition to perceive any lurking dangers. His mind was entirely consumed by the desperate desire to sweep the beautiful woman into his arms. How to put on a grand display before Haitang and rescue her from peril was now his utmost priority.

Having swatted the old man away with a single blow, Lu Yan retrieved the World Tree seed from his system inventory and summoned everyone close to him so they could be brushed by his aura.

Seeing my resolute attitude, although her brows remained knitted with worry, she simply nodded and obediently left the room.

Those who voiced opposition were all dismissed by Lu Kang, while those in agreement would receive a base salary increase starting next month.

***

Undead! A race whose heads could be severed and kicked around like footballs yet still continue to fight and slaughter—did he truly have the capability to eradicate such creatures?

A wave of shock rippled through her heart, but she quickly regained her composure. She knew all too well that she had to find a patron powerful enough to shield her.

"If you regret this now, it's still not too late. Following me from now on will probably only bring you hardship," Su Xun said, feigning distress.

Zhu Houzhao was accompanied by roughly two thousand light cavalry, all drawn from the Jizhen garrison. His expedition had been launched in such haste that he brought neither the Leopard House heavy cavalry nor a single soldier from the imperial garrisons.

Amidst its furious roar, the Darkwing Frenzied Dragon swept its thick tail toward Vault Vels, only to alter its trajectory at the very last instant, slamming into the ground beside its target and kicking up billows of dust. With a prolonged, mournful wry, it ultimately sped away into the distance.

By noon on the second day after returning to the shop, Wang Wei was locked in a fierce battle with a pile of snacks, while I leaned back in the rocking chair by the doorway, basking in the sun and watching the passing pedestrians.

Xu Yunmo let out a heavy sigh, walked up to Shen Qingqiu, and stared fixedly at her with wide eyes, his face a mask of profound disappointment.

Startled by Tianci's words, Tang Yan checked her step and pulled back her foot. She was now overcome with bewilderment: the surrounding sea was calm and tranquil, almost frighteningly so—why would Tianci forbid her from crossing?

Natasha had spoken of Level 8 clearance rather than a Level 8 agent, and even compared him to it. Did this imply that this Thaumaturgic Mage was also the "special assistant" of some Level 9 agent?

"You are my biological son. Even if I hated your father, what other choice do I have besides letting go of this grudge? As I said, let bygones be bygones regarding the past. From here on, I simply hope we can get along well," Jin Yan's mother said.

Retreating to this spot was undeniably safe; the psychic giant lizards were utterly incapable of sensing Lin Feng's presence. Even when he summoned his blood-pact knights, they remained completely indifferent.

Crying out the name Tianyi, Tang Ya lunged forward, only to find their path blocked by a solid glass partition. A mere sheet of glass ruthlessly separated them, leaving them to convey their boundless longing solely through their eyes.

Yun Luo chuckled on the side. As a master devoid of outward emotion, Yi Xiu usually only subjected her to oppression; now that she had finally seized an opportunity to play a trick on him, how could she let it slip away so easily?

***

"Ice Wall!" This approach would not suffice. Planting her ritual spear firmly into the ground, she summoned a transparent glass wall eight meters in height. This was the ritualist's trump card, a grand hall-tier skill she had inadvertently acquired.

From that day onward, a deep, ancient tower became her prison; she was confined within it, hidden from the light of day like a golden canary trapped in a cage.

Sun Meiping hurried over and, exerting every ounce of her strength, finally managed to hoist Zhao Jie back into his wheelchair.

Gong Qianzhu drew a pair of bone chopsticks and respectfully handed them to Mo Zili opposite her. As Mo Zili took them, his fingers appeared even whiter and smoother than the bone chopsticks themselves.

At this thought, Xia Chu paused slightly, just in time to see Qing Yu flash a gentle, soft smile at the Crown Prince, who returned a similarly amiable expression as they politely invited each other to be seated.

Yu Jing turned her head to cast a glance at Mu Qiqi before being hauled away from the Shen residence by Rong Junhan.

After leaving back then and recovering from her illness, Su Li had discovered this recurring condition, which had persisted continuously for the past two years.

"I said, I want you to offer yourself in marriage to me." Shi Chen suddenly turned stern, gazing at her with utmost sincerity, looking entirely unlike someone who was joking.

He had no idea his eldest brother was such a powder keg, or perhaps he should say Ji Wan was simply too formidable, having provoked his brother into such a state?

After all, she was nominally the Empress Dowager, and walking around with a large palm print emblazoned across her face was hardly fitting for public view—he reasoned thus to himself.