Volume 1, Chapter 35: You don't know her? She is Shen Zhiyi.

Shen Zhaodi turned around, looking at the person behind her with confusion.

"Are you calling me?"

Su Yinwan rolled her eyes. "Who else would I be calling if not you?"

Shen Zhaodi replied, "But I am not Shen Zhiyi."

Su Yinwan’s heart skipped a beat, but a moment later, her lips curled into a mocking smirk.

Right now, apart from Dali, I don't recognize any of my relatives! During our phone call last night, I already had Sister Yifei request a long leave of absence for me. As for Dali, because of her foot injury, she had taken leave starting from the day she went to see the doctor. Neither of us has to go to school at all now.

Therefore, he did not see the man's face; he only knew from the force and the scent that there were two men.

Song Yuqing was not yet used to being intimate with Cao Mo in front of Zhou Han, and furthermore, she suspected that Cao Mo had ulterior motives at this moment. She guardedly sat up straight, considering whether she should move away from this guy.

"What does Chen Rui mean by this? Could he be planning to charge into the Night Shadow organization all by himself?" After a moment of stunned silence, Chu Yan asked with concern.

But ever since Chen Rui absorbed the mysterious power within the antiques, his hearing and vision had become remarkably sharp, and he heard every single word.

Wu Yi thought about how the son-in-law had complained of a headache earlier that day. However, the son-in-law had claimed it was a chronic, long-standing ailment, so he had gone to fetch a doctor. Now that the princess was saying the son-in-law had a fever, could it be that his chronic ailment was actually just a fever?

Time seemed to freeze. The other seven doors slowly vanished, leaving only the three doors that had been chosen, standing quietly in place.

After acquiring his supernatural abilities, and especially now that his body was filled with abundant spiritual energy, Chen Rui’s ability to learn was nearly photographic, as monstrously strong as it was.

Ding Hao stood ready for battle. A sky-piercing golden radiance erupted from within him, and he bellowed, "Fall!" The golden light descended from the heavens, its peerless aura causing the very heavens and earth to lose their color in an instant.

Sure enough, when his fist made contact with this force, although he felt a power that was impossible to withstand, he figured he could manage it—it would just be difficult to take the hit without moving an inch.

Suddenly, a dozen martial artists rushed onto the stage. While it was an unfair fight to use such numbers, who told the fat man to be so arrogant?

Of course, the most critical point was that the three thousand gods and demons dared not hold a grudge against Pangu and Gu. Although Pangu died in the later creation of the world, no one could guarantee that the latter didn't have other contingencies; after all, the existence of a Great Perfection of Dao Integration is not something that can be compared to just anyone.

"Then where did you sleep last night? Didn't you sleep with our lord?" Jiao Chengren asked, puzzled.

"Wu Kun, I don't care, you have to find it for me, otherwise just get lost," Zhai Menglu said through gritted teeth.

Ying Zheng did not understand either. He remembered there was no such rule in the palace. Originally, no one would have brought it up, but since someone had, he had to listen.

Ye Xieyu drove, Lin Yixue sat in the passenger seat, and Qin Zhen sat in the back with a bitter expression; it was clear he was unwilling to be in this car.

Adam was lost in thought. As his mind relaxed slightly, the thousands of golden threads gradually dimmed and vanished, and the movement capabilities of the people around him were restored.

If the capital of a southwestern province was like this, what then would be the grandeur of the millennium-old imperial capital, and how tiger-like and awe-inspiring would the noble clans and powerful families within it be?

What met the eye was the living room: a traditional television surrounded by sofas, with a large rug underneath. Next to the rug was an oval coffee table, upon which sat a bouquet of fresh flowers—Blue Enchantresses.

Lin Peng shook his fist, and the black substance on the surface of his skin crawled back into his body.

When the Ancient Ape Heavenly Venerable saw that the Primeval Heavenly Venerable’s words carried so much weight, he knocked the Great Emperor Qingxuan unconscious and charged directly at the Primeval Heavenly Venerable. The two fought for hundreds of rounds. In the end, the Primeval Heavenly Venerable could not overcome this Heavenly King Demon Killing technique and was captured alive by the Ancient Ape Heavenly Venerable, who then used him to force the gods of the Heavenly Realm to lay down their arms and surrender.