Volume 1, Chapter 30: Rest Assured, I Am the Best at Making Friends!

"Is that so?" Su Yixue examined the pale purple form-fitting dress in her hands, pondered for a moment, and headed toward the fitting room once more.

When she emerged, her aura had shifted entirely. This time, she looked like a wealthy heiress who had stepped straight out of a Korean webtoon.

Shangguan Xiu frowned as he walked into the room, reached out to close the door, and locked it behind him.

Elsewhere, led by Shui Feng, the team swiftly neutralized their targets. The Night Emperor Mercenary Group’s first battle had been a resounding success.

It was all because of Xia Yueqing; in the past, even if Brother Yiting hadn't been overly warm toward her, he never would have been this cold.

The previously quiet atmosphere was suddenly shattered by a cacophony. After a few seconds of panic, the enemies instinctively grabbed their guns and began to fire back.

Amidst the roars of beasts, mingled with shrill cries of agony, the Sect Master of the Mysterious Beast Sect was left half-dead, no longer daring to act arrogantly toward Huang Wuye.

"Very well, off you go. I'll prepare lunch for you both!" The more Mother Pei looked at him, the more she liked him, thinking she must prepare a sumptuous meal to host him.

Yan Sinian did not answer. To be honest, he did not dislike Jiang Xiuyuan; he was a young man, yet broad-minded.

Looking back with deep longing toward the direction of the Saint Cloud Imperial Capital, Jun Zhi was ultimately pulled in by the power emanating from the Gates of Death.

Mother Ling watched him with a look of gratification. Ever since her son had been with An'an, he smiled much more often, and as a mother, it truly gladdened her heart.

Although she hadn't interfered with his college applications, saying that no matter where he chose, she would work hard to get into the same university, he still wanted to attend college in their home city. He could not bear the thought of not seeing her.

"Hanyue, this is true." Upon hearing Chunliu’s words, Hanyue’s body trembled. She released Chunliu and took a few steps back.

"Who?" Hu Shuntang looked down at the Yaksha King and asked, surprised that someone had actually managed to escape.

He waved his hand to order the group to continue forward. As if the courtyard ahead had sensed their approach, a cold wind began to whistle.

After the talisman burned to ashes, a fierce tiger appeared, letting out a roar before pouncing toward Qian Huang with overwhelming momentum.

At the same time, Xu Shuyang and Xiqiu darted out from either side, one with a blade and one with a staff, striking high and low as they charged directly at Fu Lan.

The more Zhan Xiu thought about it, the angrier he became. He spat a glob of thick phlegm at a pillar; it flew through the air like a bullet, tracing an arc, and was about to land on the ice pillar that had just been struck.

The sound of hooves from the north shattered the thin morning mist. At eight o'clock, the Restoration Army, which had been besieging the zombies, welcomed their reinforcements. In the rear ranks, the soldiers exchanged enthusiastic greetings and cheered loudly.

Seeing this, Yi Chaoying’s rage flared. How could he be content with being toyed with by Cao Kui like this? He turned his horse around, aiming his spear at Cao Kui once more. His cloud-hook whistled through the air at an astonishing speed, and under his control, it instantly pierced the defensive perimeter of white silk, striking directly at Cao Kui himself.

"After he returned, did he explain anything to Meng'er?" Jin Guizhi remained indifferent, as if she didn't care at all.

"Say no more. You killed the Marshal, and today I shall avenge him!" Zhang Zhong raised his great blade in fury; clearly, Ander's words held no sway over him.

"Hoo-cha." Amidst the sandstorms and gale-force winds, a grotesque and mysterious behemoth, a thousand feet in size, soared into the sky, revealing itself ahead.

"Shameless wretch. Let's see what you can do now. Even if the Yin Family intervenes, what of it?" Young Master Yin sneered.

The two blade beams thrown by the talented youth of the Lie Tribe were also unable to bear the weight, crumbling and disintegrating inch by inch.