Volume 1, Chapter 28: Song Huaichuan, if you want to eat plums, come to me. I guarantee they are juicy and sweet.

After saying this, he looked toward Shen Zhiyi, grinning with two rows of white teeth in a simple, earnest manner. "Sister Shen, would you like some? All that I’ve picked are for you. If you want more, I’ll go pick some more for you, hehe."

Two long spears held by the Imperial Guards blocked Shen Qingwu’s path, shattering her hope of rushing toward the General’s Mansion. As she leaned out of the carriage to confront the guards, Wuming, who was clutching her clothes from inside, held her back.

Hearing their exchange, Ting Shu shook his head helplessly. His purpose was straightforward: he wanted to use the power of Aura to improve his physical constitution.

Murong Chen said nothing. He simply sheathed his ancient bronze sword, then hooked his foot to kick the brown-haired youth’s skull right to Paul’s feet. Murong Chen trusted that with Paul’s discernment, he would recognize what it was, so he couldn't be bothered to explain—he would let Paul fill in the blanks himself.

Why refer to him as the former Elite Four? After disappearing for a year, it seemed there was no longer a seat for Ting Shu among the Hoenn region's Elite Four.

Xia Yenuo was bewildered. How was this not his fault? Although he had told Hao Xin to sell herself to him, he told himself that he shouldn't have forced her. She was the woman he loved; if he hadn't been blinded by rage, he never would have coerced her.

It wasn't just the Five Spirits and Five Methods that sprang into action; Zhao Zixian did the same. After parrying Yamamoto Nobuko’s attack, he could no longer evade the strikes from the other three. He took two punches and a kick, his body sent flying sideways. Though his physical body was tough enough to be impervious to blades and spears, that did not mean he couldn't be knocked backward.

"Young Master Xuan has worked tirelessly, traveling thousands of miles to Quanzhou to clear away rebels for His Majesty. The Emperor must reward Young Master Xuan handsomely later," Mu Qingqing said with a playful, meaningful giggle.

Kerrigan had lost all patience with Raynor. Without a word, she lunged toward him, launching a fierce attack.

Regardless of how Yun Linglong intended to deal with Su Yunxue, she had brought this upon herself; she had no one else to blame.

She hugged his neck tightly, raining soft, delicate kisses across his face and body, as fervent as a flame threatening to consume itself.

The courtyard did not feel rushed or chaotic; instead, everything was refined, giving the impression that it had been inhabited all along.

"It’s this strange-looking grass. I asked Uncle, but he and the others didn't know what it was, so I brought it back to ask Grandfather." As Yu Yao spoke, she pulled the ginseng from her robes like a prized treasure.

Reflecting directly onto Andrei’s face, the lucky coin transformed into a yellow beam of light, merging into Wang Feng’s hand.

In fact, this method could be used in the future. For players currently further away from the Kingdom of Nuo who were suspected of holding exclaves, one could use military threats to force them to become vassal states and require them to pay monthly tributes.

There were still many people who thought he had cheated during his marriage. What kind of people were they? Spreading malicious rumors to destroy someone’s family—is that something a human being would do?

After speaking, he waved his hand. The Blood Mage bowed, transformed into flames, and turned into a card that flew into Wang Feng’s hand. After sliding the Blood Mage into his deck case, Wang Feng left, leaving everyone with nothing but a dashing silhouette.

"What do we do now?" Ruoxue looked at Meng Shaoqiu. Why had this man brought her here for no reason? Coming here was one thing, but after such a long journey, he hadn't even bothered to fill the gas tank.

Forced by necessity, Yang Jian had to employ the art of concealment; otherwise, he truly wouldn't have been able to squeeze his way out of the television station’s entrance.

Wang Ping saw Young Master Yin emerge first, followed a while later by his master, who wore a silly grin. He thought his master looked incredibly foolish, but he dared not say a word.