Volume 1, Chapter 43: Leo

"Happy birthday, crewmate Matsuki!"
Everyone smiled and offered their wishes in unison.
Haruko Matsuki gave a sweet smile. "Thank you, everyone."
Suddenly, the alarm aboard the space station blared urgently.
This immediately drew the attention of everyone present.
They quickly stood up to investigate.
Daisuke Sato, a fellow crew member, hurriedly said, "It looks like a strange object is rapidly approaching our space station."
"A strange object?"
Han Chaeyoung bit her lower lip, watching him coldly as he boiled water to make tea, her slender hands clenching so hard that the veins stood out.
Could it be that Zhang Zonge wanted him to take over as the leader of Huimeng Mountain? At least from Fang Jinshi's perspective, that seemed to be the implication.

Beneath her cold exterior lay a kind and endearing heart, though she always masked it with an indifferent expression.
Li Chen suddenly felt a wave of excruciating pain tear through his sea of consciousness. The blood within his entire body boiled, feeling as though it were about to burn him alive. He rolled on the ground, begging for mercy incessantly.
"Heh..." Wang Peng chuckled at the sudden influx of massive faith power, then turned and vanished into the divine realm.
A hint of cold sharpness flashed in Chu Rui's eyes. He was extremely sensitive to killing intent. Just moments ago, high above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he had sensed countless subtle killing intents locking onto him, the densest of which belonged to the person he was trading with—the master of this empire, Emperor Canglan.

"Ahn Jung-geun is a madman like Hitler, someone you shouldn't cross." This was the new impression forming among many in the circle nowadays.
As the two confronted each other, Second Hokage Senju Tobirama suddenly rushed over, reminding them that the current situation was hardly the time for heart-to-hearts.
"What is it?" A young man named Yang Ling was immersed in his desk, hard at work on his reports, when he turned around and found his company friend Li Ye calling out to him.
Why would the Ghost Gate, hidden from the world for a full five hundred years, suddenly appear before him? And why, upon its very appearance, did it demand that he grant them Yin-Yang eyes? Furthermore, after five hundred years, just how vast had this Ghost Gate become?

"But... Li Jing just recently performed a great service for the imperial court by capturing the rebel leader Gu Zi'er alive. How could he possibly rebel against the court?" Yanggang found it utterly impossible to accept the fact that Li Jing had colluded with Liu Jushi to rebel, and could not help speaking up to excuse him.
To keep my mind off Xiao Lin, I began pacing around the room, peering out of every window to prevent zombies from climbing up unnoticed.

Truth be told, if given the choice, Yan Shao would really prefer Cai Yan not pay a personal visit. Aside from anything else, what if her cover was blown?
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse: other zombies began to follow suit, attempting to leap onto the vehicles. Some crashed into the bumpers and were crushed beneath the wheels, while others jumped onto the cars only to slip and fall off. Only a tiny fraction managed to land on top, but that small number was more than enough to cause us massive trouble. They blocked our windshields, and the sound of their pounding sent a shiver through our hearts.

If it were Linzi, he could suppress the Beihai faction within his own group without having to resort to ruthless measures—after all, these people had always remained loyal to him. Many of them had even followed him onto the battlefield, sticking by him faithfully ever since he first raised his banner of revolt.
"That being the case, that pot of flower is the so-called incriminating evidence you speak of? Did you intentionally have someone place the flower beneath Master Jingxu's sarira pagoda because you also harbored suspicions of Master Zhiyi?" Upon hearing Pei Yun's report, Yang Guang's face darkened as he interrogated him.

Ruyi City was extremely close to Fengzhou, and every year around this time, Li Yi would accompany Wanru back to Fengzhou to tend to the family graves.
The Skull inscribed four words on the paper: Build trust. Then it added two more words: Mutually.
Hearing the commotion, the children all looked up at me together, their eyes shining like bright stars in the night sky.
Back in the kitchen, Le Sitian naturally had no idea that her immortal-like senior uncle was currently teaching her son how to scheme and win her over.