Volume 1, Chapter 37: Since you refuse to show this Demon King any respect, then none of you shall eat!

"Is this gun... legitimate?" Xia Yang asked, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

In truth, they were overthinking it. At this moment, Chu Qi and the Duke of Liang were merely reminiscing about old times; Chu Qi had no intention of mentioning a single word about the military fields to the Duke. Although the Duke of Liang knew that Chu Qi had been investigating the territory of the Duke of Qing and was eager to press him for answers, Chu Qi consistently steered the conversation in circles.

Seeing Zhou Bingran nod, the sales clerk immediately turned and walked toward the cashier to retrieve the camera.

She knew that if it weren't absolutely necessary, she would never want to have any entanglement with him. But now, what did he mean by gripping her chin so brazenly in front of so many people?

Mu Cheng crouched down in front of her and reached out to pluck a piece of grass from her hair. Hearing her shallow, steady breathing, a soft corner of his heart inexplicably felt a slight sting of pain.

Once the rebel leaders had settled on their plan, they led their respective troops to abandon the city and return to their homes. Some of Li Huai’s trusted confidants also rushed to Yun’an to report the news to Li Zhu. Zhu Wu captured Jingnan City without the slightest effort.

We stopped our interrupted discussion and sat properly in our seats. Since we were by the window, we even closed the curtains—we didn't want to be stared at by the people on the bus as if we were monkeys in a zoo.

The Green Dragon Vine was, according to legend, the nemesis of the Mu family descendants; it was said that no one could survive five lashes from it.

Fake? But this was military and police identification. In this day and age, forging an ID card or a diploma was one thing, but forging something like this would lead to a prison sentence if caught.

"Are you playing me?" Everyone, who had thought the matter was over and was ready to enjoy the "dance," was infuriated by my fickleness. They condemned me one after another, and Sister Sun, who seemed to be holding the nuclear button, made a gesture as if she were about to press down on her phone. I hurriedly waved my hands and shook my head vigorously, asking everyone to let me finish.

And as a prince of such illustrious birth, had he gone to all that trouble and spent so much time, only to find he didn't even qualify to be looked at squarely by the other party?

Before Wang Hao could speak, Wang Lin leaned close to Jiu Wubai, shaking his arm and cooing in a spoiled voice.

Facing Wang Hao’s humiliation, Su Muyu’s eyes misted over with tears, and her face revealed infinite grievance.

Following Wei Yunyou through layers of screening to enter Chu City, everyone couldn't help but have their eyes brighten.

Actually, this description wasn't entirely accurate; spiritual bodies and ghosts were not exactly the same, but there was no need to explain in such detail to a foreigner.

And so, he bought a fruit basket and arrived at Cheng Huayi’s front door. The exterior of his house was quite well-decorated, though it appeared to be a home from a few years ago, with red lanterns and bright red tiles that gave it a very festive feel.

However, since things had reached this point, he was too lazy to complain anymore. In fact, he had always disliked speculating about things that hadn't happened—a real man should face reality head-on.

Yan Qi did not retort this time; instead, he lowered his head. He was not usually someone so easy to bully. What had caused him to change?

The pajamas I was wearing were of poor quality to begin with, the fabric not particularly sturdy. Whether Cao Jiaying was too drunk to know her own strength or was deliberately pulling with all her might, a third of my brassiere was exposed.

The arrival of the Mu family members caused Wang Hao’s pupils to constrict. It also caused the people gathered there to grow excited, as if they had caught the scent of blood.

Xuanyuan Wude sneered: "Imperial Uncle, look at this!" Having said that, he handed Xuanyuan Feng a piece of paper.

Then she turned her head and blinked her eyes, signaling for him not to continue. But one look at his dazed expression told her he didn't understand.