Volume 1, Chapter 40: Hold on, let me hail a free rideshare first.

The princesses of the late Emperor who had married into other families were also present today. They brought their children along, and while their offspring were considered precious, they represented only a single generation of status.

Lady Li gave birth to the Fourth Prince and eventually received good treatment, but how many hardships had she endured in her youth?

The security in the Qin region had always been excellent, and under the governance of Xiao He, bandits were rarer than the giant pandas in the Shanglin Park. Consequently, Liu Ying had paid little attention to it.

Lost in thought, the two elders could not help but swallow hard; if they could truly achieve such a feat, they would be the first in history to do so.

Another vermilion cape was adorned with a string of colorful beads on both sides of the collar. The hem was embroidered with a crane motif and trimmed with a circle of white rabbit fur.

Many students seeing Hollows for the first time were so terrified that their limbs went weak; unable to even hold their swords steady, they simply bared their necks for the slaughter.

The world lost its color, and everything within sight turned into a vast, white void. Only after several breaths did color slowly return to their vision.

The people at the imperial villa were still respectful toward him, yet this respect was different from what he had known in the palace; he could feel the shift, though he could not quite articulate it.

Judging by her complaints about the palace’s food and drink, she must have been very pampered at home. To be so extravagant and wasteful at such a young age—she was even more generous than she, the Empress.

Luo Yunchu’s ears turned red at Gu Moyang’s remark, "Then I can rest easy," though she hoped no one had noticed.

"Destroy the spiritual vein here? Are you joking? This spiritual vein is immense; how could we possibly destroy it? If we encounter a spiritual vein storm, we’ll be finished," Chen Xing said.

A majestic white tiger suddenly appeared before the God-Devouring Beast. None of the primordial spirit martial artists or divine beasts present had even seen how it materialized.

I frowned slightly. To think this guy actually had a stroke of luck and changed into a hidden class—I wonder if his ego will inflate enough for him to seek revenge against Eternal.

After the explosion, only Daoist Master Ziyang remained, hovering in mid-air and murmuring to himself.

Ron felt it was quite strange, but he followed Xiao Yu’s instructions, placing Taolia on a red-wood chair in the control room hall, with Belia seated beside her.

I was stunned for a moment. That was actually a good idea. Although I was unwilling to abandon Leiguang City, if its defense was truly hopeless, holding on desperately was inferior to uniting with players from other main cities to focus on protecting one stronghold. At the very least, that would provide a safe haven.

Jiang Weilong straightened his posture, glancing at Wang Bolin and then at Liu Zhengyong, feeling secretly smug. With this incident occurring at such a critical moment, he felt he now had the upper hand in the competition for the township head position. All his lobbying during this period would not have been in vain.

To engage in battle, yet to act in such a manner—and even in the face of his low-key restraint, to persist without relenting... what was it that he sought?

"It's already come to this, what else can you do?" Brother Xing shouted at me, drawing the gazes of the surrounding diners.

Miraculously, Wu You shut his mouth as if a switch had been flipped, with two long, glistening trails of mucus hanging from his nose.

Veins bulged on Ji Zisheng’s forehead, his eyes burning with fury. Every word he spoke pierced Shao Qing’s heart like a volley of arrows.

Beyond the mental exhaustion, she lacked the strength to play mind games with Ji Zisheng physically. The moment her head hit the pillow, she drifted into a deep sleep.

Seeing Song Ci drink the tea, Xia Baoguo let out a sigh of relief before turning his gaze to his son.

Zhou Shangyu was in his third year of high school. Determined to achieve good grades and finally hold his head high, he poured all his energy into his studies every day.

She wore a white garment with black trim on the collar and cuffs, her long, fluffy hair draped casually over her shoulders.

He felt his jaw drop in astonishment. He had been here for so long and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing, and it just happened to coincide with his flight.

She had never proactively asked Lu Yu for money or material things. She always felt that since their relationship was already ambiguous, involving money would only make it impossible to draw a clear line.

Rick, who did not even hold the high-and-mighty gods in his eyes, had no such reservations, taxing his brain to find ways to expand his faction’s influence to its maximum.

Regardless, the Luo Tian Dajiao has begun. By facing Wang Bing, some truths might finally come to light.

She looked at him, and though she previously dared not meet Jian Hao’s eyes, she now felt as if she had been granted immense courage.

Ms. Li had been staying outside, holding her bowl. She could hear bits of conversation while in the main hall, but once Yang Changfu returned to his room, she could hear nothing more and simply finished her meal to go to bed.

When Hua Xiaoyun first appeared and took in the situation, she understood everything, but she remained composed. What she needed to do now was play the fool and pretend she knew nothing.

Without time to look closely, Zhang Chuhan went upstairs. Once home, she still felt a pain in her ankle; upon checking, she saw it was bleeding.

"Are you hungry?" Song Jue asked softly. His deep, raspy voice held a restrained, ascetic quality as one hand reached out to cup her cheek.

Later, Ling Changfeng heard from others that Li Tianxiong had caused many deaths in previous matches. Could he consider himself to have rid the academy of a menace?

Seeing her son like this, Auntie Yang’s heart ached even more. What exactly had happened to him? Why, after simply going out to work, did he return in such a state?

The reinforcements in the helicopter grew solemn, their gazes fixed on the turbulent, roiling vortex. A single glance was enough to stir an urge to retreat, and an inexplicable panic instantly gripped their hearts.

Having finished their shopping, the two prepared to return to the manor. Since they had to return to Linshui Village later, they decided not to buy other items that could be purchased in town.

Li Man had been watching from the side. She had intended to leave, but seeing how fluently Tian Chuan was writing, she stayed.

Now he finally understood why Duan Lingfeng had been unwilling to act. With such a powerful weapon capable of taking down an Infant Transformation stage expert, a talisman of this value must be immense. It was likely one of Duan Lingfeng’s trump cards for survival, yet he had used it now—anyone would feel the sting of such a loss.