Volume 1, Chapter 47: You Are Even Worse Than the Big Bad Wolf

Fu Che gave a cold, mocking laugh. "A big bad wolf picking up a little white rabbit—how could he possibly have good intentions?"

Hearing this, Fu Heng wanted to laugh. "That remark fits you just as well."

And wasn't that the truth?

When Xuanxuan ran off to Yingcheng, his usually scheming, ink-bellied brother had actually decided to play the good guy for once.

"I am no longer what I used to be. Do you really think it's that easy to kill me?" Ye Chen sneered.

With a single bound, she leaped off the bed and walked toward the bathroom, tearing off the blood-stained bandages bound tightly across her chest and back as she moved.

"Stop your empty boasting over there! You should be the one begging us to spare your life. Today, with the elders of the Iron Sword Sect and masters from various martial sects present, we won't let you off like we did last time!" The speaker was a young man, a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect named Xie Wanmei who had been with Liu Yiruo in Guangzhou last time.

After a short while, Qin Mu spoke toward the Qiankun Cauldron. Just now, Qin Mu had sent that medicinal pill into the Qiankun Cauldron precisely to have the bone dragon inspect it for any flaws in the Hundred Spirits Pill.

Seeing that Qianhong Shan was sincere in his offer to protect Shen Fan, Yan Ying requested his assistance, and Qianhong Shan agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Yan Feng abruptly grasped the key and then deposited it into his spatial ring.

Over the past three hundred years, Shen Fan's Nine Heavens Phoenix Body had broken through to the fifth tribulation level. To be frank, it was quite humbling; a casual strike from Yan Ying had produced effects comparable to a forbidden zone, allowing him to achieve a natural breakthrough.

The upper section of the tallest city gate and the walls on both sides were neatly sliced off by more than half, and several of the taller buildings within the original Bronze Banner Pass were also truncated by a large margin.

Much like Wang Xuntian and Gu Yiyang, Li Shengdao remained completely indifferent to the Dragon Souls and Tiger Souls because primal chaos Qi was the crucial element; no amount of Dragon Souls and Tiger Souls could compare to primal chaos Qi.

He knew that peerless geniuses like Chu Hanxian, Demon Young Master, and Void Young Master must have been bestowed with rare treasures or powerful secret techniques by their sects to protect their souls.

Having been reproached by his younger sister, he had still managed to keep his voice stern, but now, faced with her gentle questioning, Fu Chang instantly wilted.

Xu Yuan also understood the bitterness in Milan Yu's heart. There is nothing truly perfect in this world—that saying was indeed correct. The only flaw in Milan Yu's life was the icy, impassable barrier of emotion between her parents.

Dense swarms of resentful spirits scurried about in panic beneath that colossal monster. More and more spirits, seemingly drawn by the resentful spirit doll, were sucked in from all corners of the labyrinth. Upon arriving, they were instantly infected by the terror, but by then, it was too late to run.

An ultra-celestial tree with a span of hundreds of millions of kilometers came into view, radiating a silvery glow. Amidst that radiance undulated endless starlight Dao essence, vast and boundless like the sea.

Beneath the covering sheet, a leg slipped out during the movement, hanging suspended in the air. The diving suit material on the leg had been torn in several places, and a crew member quickly tucked it back under the cover.

They had figured that once the busy double harvest season ended, it would be a time of agricultural leisure. Their visit wouldn't cause disruption, and the rural folk would also have items to offer as "tribute," allowing them to reward their subordinates with gifts and goods.

Due to the dragging just now, a large patch of skin on Zhang Chuansheng's face had been scraped off, exposing the flesh hidden beneath.

"Hiss—!" All the observing senior students drew a sharp breath of air, staring at genius Corey, whose face had just been slapped by Ferdinand.

Without even needing to look, everything automatically surfaced in his mind: inside and outside the nightmare world, countless ant-like nightmare creatures, humans, alien races, and the paths of the wizarding world extending far into the distance.

Emperor Ningping had been late in establishing an empress, and the former crown princess had only managed to secure the title of imperial noble consort after his ascension to the throne.

Their conversation contained both aspirations for the future and reflections on the past, and those recollections stirred up painful memories for Roger.