Volume 1, Chapter 39: Brother Gang, looking quite majestic, aren't we?

"You, how can you be a little..."
Song Xiaotang's tone had just turned a bit impatient when she suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, her expression softened considerably, and she said, "Forget it, I didn't come here to pick a fight with you today."
"Then you..."
"Could you please stop talking for a second!"
Song Xiaotang suddenly snapped at me.
If she says don't talk, then I won't talk.
Making it sound like I enjoy talking to you anyway.
As I stayed silent, a smile appeared on Song Xiaotang's face once more.
After a moment, she said, "I told you before, I bought a pretty dress, and I came back to model it for you."
Crazy.
Who on earth cares to look at you?
Despite thinking that, I still glanced at Song Xiaotang.
Song...
Because of Qingcheng's actions, they developed a favorable impression of her. To express their gratitude, they invited Qingcheng to their homeland.
She wanted to ask if the Mu family possessed some kind of gene for dashing good looks, as every single one of them was so unforgettable.
"This isn't real, I must be dreaming. Right, I'll just take a nap, and everything will be fine when I wake up." Shen Shu slapped the phone off and collapsed back onto the bed to continue sleeping.
A chill ran down Miss Ye's spine, and like a frightened rabbit, she immediately pressed her side against the carved wooden railing, her slender body striving not to take up an extra inch of space.
She could have taken her life effortlessly, yet it still fell through at the last hurdle. However, it mattered little, as she had lost nothing of consequence.
Shen Shu woke up in a haze and felt the space beside her; it was still cold. She couldn't help but look across the room, and sure enough, the light over there was still on.
Stepping forward, she took the gun directly from Xiao Yining's hands, and then shoved Xiao Yining into Lan Yue's embrace.
"Mom, you shouldn't have saved her back then. If you hadn't, maybe the one with Ou Chen right now would be me!" Xu Sisi said with bitter resentment.
Elder Gu glanced at her indifferently, nodded, and then let his gaze fall back upon Mu Xiaoxi.
The middle-aged man before her looked even paler than when she first met him at the hotel. Watching him desperately suppress a cough only filled her with irritation.
"Hehe, isn't my tattoo pretty? It hurt like hell when they carved the skin off back then," Wang Yiyang chuckled.
A peerless beauty dressed in a white long dress, with silver hair dancing amidst fluttering snowflakes, stood upon the bluestone. She opened a pair of watery, beautiful eyes, curiously examining everything around her.
Yet what Li Yuan never expected was that Chen Li would actually dare to pull off such a major stunt last night.
Everyone in the room was a martial arts master. Whether newly emerged in the pugilistic world or renowned for ages, they were figures impossible to ignore in the jianghu. Most of them did not believe in ghosts, but at this moment, they were forced to believe.
"Very well, let us hope Daoist Han keeps his promise and does not use this matter to stir up conflicts between sects!" Only then did Zheng Zhong look toward the cultivator surnamed Han and slowly speak.
Seeing the Demon King and the other two flying into a frenzied rage, the Nine Luminaries Star Lords were filled with endless regret, blaming themselves for seeking momentary merit and listening to Li Jing's deceptive words, which led them to scheme against the Ventilating Sage and his companions, thus inviting this monstrous calamity.
Tao Qinghai smiled as he walked out of the kitchen. He patted the door to call Tao Yongneng for dinner, and Tao Yongneng gave a brief response from his room. She turned and headed toward the back courtyard, running into Tao Zuoliang and his brother on their way to the front yard along the path.
"Eldest brother, we are stationed in Xinyang County yet we still think about collecting taxes from the common people. Look at these fields, they've all gone to waste; what on earth do the common people have left to give us?" Guan Yu said.
The Western Regions of Huaxia were entirely desert, imparting a feeling of desolation. Mobei was vast and boundless, while Tubo possessed towering, majestic mountains that inspired a sense of sanctity. Yet regardless of the setting, it invariably evoked a sense of melancholy.
However, Ye Qian's lips grew paler and paler, until finally all color vanished, resembling the white snow of a winter day. The face beneath the mask also turned ashen, blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and her body trembled violently.
Besides, these pills were so effective that Jiang Nan figured they might come in handy in certain situations later on.
The passage formed earlier by the appearance of the Samsara Disk had closed and turned a cyan hue, but amidst the rolling thunder, it split open once more, appearing as a mass rather than a mere streak.
Even knowing full well that Qi Shijie was not his biological son, he still feigned ignorance and maintained a peaceful coexistence with Consort Qi.
If Xu Ming哲 chose to join the excitement at a time like this, things might become rather troublesome.
Or perhaps her thinking this way indicated from another perspective that she had already attained a certain realization, though having a realization did not mean she would lend her support.
Joy stemmed from the fact that she had not died and could continue to enjoy everything, while relief came from the realization that she had not been foolish enough to slit her own throat earlier, or there would be one more corpse lying upon the ground here.
Left with no alternative, the two of them could only fight while retreating. After pursuing for more than ten miles outside the city gates, Huang Zhong finally returned, looking thoroughly disgruntled.
Entering the door, Su Xiaoyan handed the items over. He Jun declined a few times before Su Xiaoyan simply placed them on the table.
As if he hadn't heard a single word Jiang Nan said, he maintained that aged and decrepit appearance, which was truly exasperating.
Upon hearing this, the King of Tianzhu obviously caught the underlying meaning in Zhu Ganglie's words, thinking to himself: Could it be that these holy monks visited the pauper's graveyard outside the city?
Faced with the sudden kick, Jin Yun didn't budge in the slightest. With a casual wave of his right hand, he effortlessly deflected Xing Ran's incoming right leg to the side. Utilizing Tai Chi principles, he harnessed Xing Ran's own momentum to violently pull him off balance.
Hearing this, Fatty Jin straightened his posture and pricked up his ears to listen, as this concerned whether he could win Jin Yun over to his side.
Ye Tian took a comfortable hot shower, poured a glass of red wine, and sat back in a lounge chair on the balcony, admiring the scenery of Jakarta.
Previously, Wei Dongming only knew that Bei Yanfei and Zhang Ye were locked in a covert struggle. Both were superior officers, and neither could be easily offended. However, the Bei Yan clan's relations with the Wei clan were as close as lips and teeth, so while choosing to remain neutral, Wei Dongming tried to lean somewhat closer to Bei Yanfei.
"Noisy!" Mo Li still gave no response. His mind seemed utterly unconcerned with him, but the bald-headed chicken on his shoulder couldn't stay idle, grinning and shouting defiantly instead.
The urban management officers patrolling the streets were familiar with Brother Xia, knowing his penchant for meddling in other people's business. Two middle-aged officers tried to persuade the younger one, and failing that, came over to persuade Brother Xia as well.
Yet he cared not, though someone else certainly did. And that person happened to witness the entire scene.
Every single step felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, but with each stride, the bloodlines on Mo Li's body trembled in unison. The dividing threads rapidly contracted, and the microscopic mastery permeated his entire body, wasting not an ounce of the surging power within him.
Recalling how he had found Liu Xiaoxiao sharp-tongued during dinner, and seeing her direct those very words at Yin Zhaoyang now, he couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Isn't this clearly beyond the boundary of ordinary friendship? And your idol's influence on your emotions is truly profound, even greater than the impact of your actual idol," Fu Xinke remarked coolly.
With that, spatial teleportation activated, and a genuine-qi "rope" extended from the outer protective barrier, binding the crystal primordial spirit and lifting them into the air together.
What met the eyes of the two men at this moment fell short of their expectations by a distance of ten thousand miles.
In the end, all three spacecraft locked onto a flat and desolate region between Mare Vaporum and the Kepler crater.