Volume 1, Chapter 37: Officer Song, Looking So Dashing, How Come Today...

"It’s fine." Bei He revealed a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze; stalling for time was exactly what he wanted.

To say that one’s marriage experience was poor and that one wished to return to single life while standing right in front of one’s husband—was that not, for all intents and purposes, the same as implying the man was incompetent and had failed to provide them with sufficient happiness?

"Didn't you claim to be the God of Elements? Shouldn't a god be omnipotent?" Shui Xirou smiled.

The aristocrats were panicked because, in the past, the laws had often failed to hold them accountable, leading them to disregard the law entirely. Now, however, they could no longer remain above it.

A single exchange was enough for him to grasp the terrifying nature of this corpse puppet, and so he retreated without the slightest hesitation.

"Since you know who I am, why are you so composed? Do you believe yourself to be stronger than Sasuke?" Orochimaru asked, puzzled. According to his observations, Sasuke should be the strongest member of Team 7. Although that display of taijutsu had exceeded his expectations, that was all it was.

The youth’s resume was quite brilliant, but none of that mattered. What was marked in red was: "A history of mental illness spanning three years; currently retained under the status of a researcher for observation."

Qian Renxue was startled, inwardly cursing Xue Beng for being a bastard who kept looking for trouble. She did not want to attract excessive attention from Emperor Xue Ye, as that would easily expose her identity.

The two registered at the school gate, asked the smart guard for the direction to the principal’s office, and headed straight for their destination.

When the corpse puppet slammed its fist into the bell formed by mana, a deafening boom echoed through the entire passage, making eardrums vibrate and blood rush.

Namikaze Minato thought it over carefully and concluded that the only explanation was that "Ergong Qiuxue has ties to the organization."

This was not mere fantasy, but a genuine possibility! He had already grasped the laws; creating a formation was just a matter of execution! Although difficult, it was not a major problem.

"Oh, this stuff is delicious. You’d better hurry; it might be gone soon. They only sell a few dozen bowls here—the portions are very limited," the rouge vendor said with a smile.

Even if Orochimaru and the Truth-Seeker used clones to completely separate the dimensional anchor from the ability to record the world’s analysis, they could not guarantee absolute safety.

Li Erdan understood her meaning and said nothing. Facts speak louder than words; simply claiming everything was fine was useless if the other party hadn't obtained the true name of the concubine.

***

What made her feel most awkward was facing Yang Yinbao’s wife and children. Although Yang Yinbao was the one who had committed the crimes, how could she possibly tell them that?

As they were talking, Li Erdan’s phone rang. He answered it, thinking it was Zhao Hu and Zhao Yun calling with news of their investigation, but to his surprise, it was Lin Shuhai.

Long Yan silently kept Su Ning’s situation in mind, but when Su Ning finally woke up, Long Yan was nowhere to be seen.

The emerald light in the Wind Dragon’s eyes was completely replaced by a red glow—a light that represented infinite murderous intent!

Han Chen gasped. He was no fool; both the supermarket and the game were currently profitable projects for Feiteng Company. If there was a difference, it was only that the latter earned less.

Regardless, given the gray giant bear’s defenses, it merely covered its head symbolically in the face of the four exploding fireballs, charging through the heat waves toward Wang Shuo and the others without a single sign of injury.

Xu Zhihui heard this, looked himself over, glanced at Xu Yaozu, and only then did the realization hit him.

"Then, how did Big Brother know? Did Bai Ce tell you? Perhaps Ah Ce was worried about me—you didn't send him to catch me, did you? Don't worry, Big Brother, I will take care of myself. You don't need to send him; he’s already busy enough with his own affairs at the White Palace."

"…Clean yourself up and look a bit more spirited," Professor McGonagall finished her lecture and left.

Han Xirui curled her lips, a glimmer of craftiness flashing in her eyes. Before Cuizhu could notice, it was replaced by a child’s innocence.

Because all the A-list actors were striving to compete for roles in Director Xu Xia’s new film.

Little did she know, that smile of hers was so adorable that it became deeply etched into Su Yin’s mind.

Luo Changsheng was shocked to his core. Looking back at his soldiers, he saw that a great number had already fallen, and he could not help but be filled with grief.

"What do you think my harem is? A place where anyone can just be shoved in?" The Emperor’s voice was cold.

I had originally intended to discuss working together with Yang Ping to deal with Zhao Zhiguo, but Yang Ping was already dead drunk. I could only wait for her to sober up before discussing it, though I didn't know if she would agree even then.

***

Mu Qingge did not take her anger out on the people in the palace over this matter, but that did not mean she could forgive certain individuals. Yet, facing the Empress Dowager’s repeated summons, Mu Qingge could not bring herself to be heartless.

Ximen Chunjun, Nangong Feiyu, and Qiu Changyuan were all prestigious students of the Yingchen Outer Academy, with backgrounds and cultivation levels sufficient to terrify anyone. Even at the Linwu Outer Academy, Guo Daocai could not fail to recognize them.

"Damn it, get up." Ji Zeyou let out a frustrated growl. The edge of the table was digging painfully into his lower back. Frowning with displeasure, he reached out and pushed her away.

Song Zhengting checked a box on the menu, ordered two dishes, and handed the menu to Yu Niaoniao.

Before long, a knock sounded at the door. I got dressed, stood up to open it, and saw Sister Liang at the door, smiling at me.

Gao Zhongli and Garen were both childhood playmates of Nie Chuntao, having spent more time with her than with her monster of a father. Nie Xian sought to comprehend the sword and become a king; sometimes he would sit frozen at this stone table for decades. Since Nie Chuntao was born, although he stopped zoning out, there were still times he would remain motionless for months, like a half-dead man.

From the second floor to the first, it was only a few dozen steps, but to Ji Zeyou, the walk felt agonizingly difficult. He felt he lacked the courage to face her; he was afraid of seeing her look of heartbreak, subconsciously wanting to escape.

Well, Yin Mei could be considered to have saved her life twice—once by saving the original owner of this body, and once by saving her.

Before leaving, the old man boasted specifically about his breakfast, saying he had been making it his whole life and that the taste was absolutely authentic in South City.

Even now, her father was still attempting to brainwash her. This was truly heartbreaking for Hua Mei, who turned and fled through the door.

He had changed this world, yet he was constantly questioned. Someone had once pointed their sword at the firmament, asking in grief and anger: "Jiang Ziya, is this the world you wanted?"

He hadn't seen a single thing, and on top of that, he was mocked for being a toad lusting after swan meat, told that he should take a piss and look at his own reflection first.