Volume 1, Chapter 57: She Is Pursuing Me?

On the way to the billiard hall, I felt as disgusted as if I had swallowed a fly.
What kind of damned cousin is he?
Acting so arrogant when everything is fine!
And turning into an utter coward the moment trouble strikes.
I honestly don't understand how my cousin-in-law was so blind as to fall for a piece of work like him.
Sometimes, I really wanted to ask her about it.
Yet, there was simply no way to bring those words up.
Lost in my chaotic thoughts, I soon reached the billiard hall.
To my headache, braid-girl Zhen was still waiting for me at the entrance.
Fortunately, she merely handed me a cake and left without doing anything else.
However, before I could even step into the hall, Drool-all hurried over to me, asking if braid-girl Zhen was my girl.
I was...

Her nose tip was lightly brushed, teased by a man's finger. Feeling an itch on her face, she desperately wanted to open her eyes to take a look, but she managed to endure it.
Whom did I offend? Didn't I just get injured by your shot and sit here to rest? Do you have to drive me to absolute ruin? The martial artist previously wounded by Kang Pan was probably cursing even in death.

Just as Long Chen had anticipated, Qian Lingyun, who possessed the World Tree Martial Soul, could make all plant-type soul beasts revere her the moment she released it.

Song Cheng adjusted his glasses and peered closely, instantly turning pale with shock—what flashed across the screen was none of other than the information regarding the clandestine black-clad troop he had secretly assembled.

Watching him nonchalantly pull down his sleeve to cover his wrists, Song Cantran remained silent, then pressed her hands on his shoulders and guided him down onto the sofa.

Hurrying back toward the Changle Palace, she encountered the masked divine physician who resided nearby.

"Mmm..." Su Junyang blinked her sleepy eyes, looking delightfully innocent and bewildered. Out of pure instinct, she stretched lazily, only to suddenly realize she might not be at home, and hastily withdrew the hand halfway through its stretch.

After securing a few minion kills, he would use abilities to harass his opponent, starting with a pure health-bar attrition tactic.

Nevertheless, everyone remained vigilant. After taking a brief rest, they set off once more, considering that time was truly running out.

Mu Yang had contemplated many suitable primary weapons, and the primary reason he ultimately chose the Light Concentrator was simply because it was cheap.

Due to this connection as well, Hu Qingyi's status throughout the Wanzhen Garden rose repeatedly, and the resources passing through her hands became exceptionally abundant. She reaped immense benefits from it herself; managers who were once her peers had long since been left in the dust, and many even became her subordinates.

Weili and He Feiming exchanged glances, both seeing utter disbelief in each other's eyes. However, being proud prodigies, they forcefully suppressed such emotions within a second while simultaneously forming their own plans in their minds.

"Alas!" Tie Zheng had never expected that coming up with full joy would lead to this outcome. With a movement of his figure, he prepared to leave.

"Alright, get lost! I have prepared a residence for you in the capital. Stay there, and do not leave the capital casually without my decree." Zhu Cilang waved his hand, sparing Wu Sangui.

Behind me, dozens of shadow arms split open from my center like a peacock displaying its tail. One of the shadow arms under my control tightly bound the long pole hanging diagonally above my head in an airtight grip. The shadow-stripes wrapped around the tip of the pole fluttered in the wind like dried kelp ribbons, their long, flat bodies dancing in the breeze.

Holding Bai Ze's hand, he prepared to leave when a monk with six precept scars on his head walked out from the Bodhi Temple.

Ning Bieli lowered her head in silence. Perhaps having prepared herself mentally beforehand, she did not cry as she had done previously.

Bai Jingtang stood guard for half a month. Although nothing unusual was discovered, Fang Pingting's health improved day by day. Yet, with the root cause of the illness still unfound, no one dared to let down their guard, making it a truly vexing matter.

"Collided? Did you go to temper your physical body or to comprehend the Dao of Rules?" Lingchong was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

Meanwhile, the incoming Nascent Soul ancestor with fluttering white hair nearly suffered a backlash when he caught the heavily rebounding seal. Right now, he was looking in absolute horror at Feng Lingxi—the person who had unleashed that sword strike.

Its error lay in believing that familial influence outweighed external influences, failing to see the crucial and decisive role of external forces. To put it bluntly, it recognized only the influence of one's forebears, asserting that ancestral impact surpassed everything else.

Yet amidst this process, she had to endure a long, struggle-filled path, which to her felt like an unprecedented challenge.

Born into an urban wealthy merchant family, Xia Xiang fundamentally failed to comprehend the shock this telegram brought to Fang Jianxiong. Was a five-hundred-jin yield per mu really anything to make such a fuss over? But looking at the flush on Fang Jianxiong's face and his heaving chest, a picture of profound agitation, Xia Xiang immediately understood that there was more to this than met the eye.

Churchill knew far too little. Had history not been thrown into chaos by Fang Jianxiong, China and Japan would still be fighting an undeclared war! Though that would only happen over a decade later.

Therefore, not a single one of these imperialists is any good. The Americans supported China with a clear objective: to check Russia and Japan, with a particular focus on the naval power Japan.

"Liu Dehua is just standing on the summit catching the wind. I really don't understand what goes through his mind. Why would he run all the way up here in broad daylight just to catch a breeze?" Wu Jun said with a puzzled expression.

"There's no such thing as impossible; it's just that I lost." Death Knight Winster was an open and honorable fellow.

Shaking his head, Li Siqin occasionally tapped his right middle finger gently against his knee, seemingly deep in thought.

Thus, human beings do not need to work hard; they merely need a good father to resolve practically everything.

One must know that she had previously offered Yan Bugui the absolute best terms, not only giving him a hundred yuan.

Glancing only briefly at the Blood Demon King Li Wushang who was charging toward him, Jiang Yuan saw the opponent's attributes instantly appear before his eyes.

Jiang Jue stood at the front holding the suitcase. Zhan Guoyue entered from the back of the house. Mr. Tang was indeed here.

Ding Ye, Wuding Cangsheng, Chuangshi Yun, and Hamster Pudding had cooperated with Jiang Yuan for a long time, and their tacit understanding needed no elaboration. Hearing the regiment commander's command, they immediately threw themselves into the new battle without uttering a single superfluous word.

"It seems this method won't work; we need to find another way." Shadow shook her head, still unable to figure out where they had gone wrong.

Qin Feng felt that the outcome of the matter indeed deviated somewhat from expectations, yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not fathom all the consequences of this affair.

Then, seeing that the shopkeeper Chen Yi delayed in responding to him, Tartaglia couldn't help feeling somewhat anxious.

To think she could captivate the three brothers Gu Shiyan, Gu Jinxi, and Gu Ziheng to such a devoted extent in so short a time.

Yet they merely assumed their strengths were those of ordinary saints. While maintaining some caution, they hadn't paid excessive attention.

After Wukong left, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing helped Tang Seng to a flat area and laid him down to ease his pain.