Volume 1, Chapter 37: Aunt Su's Door Is Shaking

It smelled quite appetizing. Shang Yunbai was not worried that the monk had poisoned it; after all, given the current disparity in their strength, if the monk wanted him dead, he could easily force poison down his throat. There was no need for such an elaborate ruse involving a meal.

Because she had already died on the ground, the money she was clutching had long since been taken by some passerby.

No wonder Shang Yunbai had always felt a strange scent in this mansion; now that he thought about it, it must have been the aura of a demon.

"Hey, hey, no need to change it, really! Just like this is fine. You can just call me 'Mom' from now on. You don't need to try any other way to coax me—being called that makes me the happiest!" Wanqi Shimeng beamed instantly, clearly delighted as she spoke to Chi Qingyu.

The monk sat down as well. Shang Yunbai was still busy analyzing his own sense of taste when he looked up and saw the monk across from him eating meat.

Qingrong, the top Xishi player in the KPL, could almost guarantee a carry performance every time he picked the hero.

"What windfall?" He glanced at the person approaching him. The face looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't recall where they had met.

Setting aside his signing bonus, even just considering his daily streaming income, Su Yi was undeniably the highest earner present.

I originally thought that after our trip to the Sagittarius planet, obtaining the ancestor of vampires would allow Shen Chuxue to fully recover. Unexpectedly, even without the Forget-Me-Not water from the North Sea, and even with the Guanyin of the East Sea, her illness remained uncured.

At that moment, a large grass carp, nearly a meter long, could be seen swimming back and forth near the bank.

In the eyes of the two Anbu operatives, Ling Yun’s figure merely swayed slightly, yet he effortlessly dodged every kunai attack from the white-haired operative, his footwork remaining completely undisturbed.

Among the thirty-six people killed by the Ghost-Faced Fox, the vast majority were martial artists, and most were slain with a single strike. Only three had managed to survive long enough to be killed after the Ghost-Faced Fox launched multiple assassination attempts.

Clearly, the second streaming channel had been completely overrun by viewers from Douyu. Although they had anticipated this to some extent, they hadn't expected these people to be so fanatical.

Even though this would leave behind hidden injuries, the situation was too critical to worry about that now. After all, Ichigo Kurosaki’s Zanpakuto might hold some sort of hierarchical advantage over Yhwach.

Yhwach’s roar echoed throughout the Seireitei. Following a violent explosion of spiritual pressure, the countless dust clouds were blown away, and Yhwach appeared in a strange, purely black form.

A rectangular box—what could be inside? A row of compressed biscuits? Or a large block of high-calorie chocolate?

It was simply impossible to establish a branch office within a major city; it was too dangerous. Once word leaked out, the garrison of Liang City would stomp the branch into the ground, and no matter how many people were inside, it would be useless.

Jiu Tian shook his head. Fan Xiaoming had been working for several years, yet he was still so easily swindled. He was lucky he hadn't been sold off yet.

Xu Chen looked up and caught their expressions. He knew they thought this was a pipe dream, and the fact that they weren't accusing him of joking around or mocking them was already a sign of great restraint.

When Wang Tian heard this, he also understood what was going on. Regarding such matters, he could only say that having money made one capricious; what else was there to say?

Although she usually appeared very fierce, after the students met with trouble, Mother Wang’s warm heart behind her cold exterior was fully revealed.

Just as she was becoming exhausted and had yet to receive any response, she lifted her eyes, ready to complain, only for her gaze to collide with the burning intensity in Huo Junhan’s eyes.

Shen Yaowei couldn't help but feel stifled. Turning her dissatisfaction into strength, she pulled out an explosive talisman, channeled her spiritual power, and blew the remaining two demonic beasts to pieces.

Six years after the predetermined timeline, Zhuzi, who worked as a security guard, happened upon several children falling into the water while on his way to work.

He reckoned he was a superman, but compared to being a hero who maintained world peace day after day for years, he was perhaps better suited to being a Homelander—or even a patriarch of his own kind.

London welcomed a long-lost ray of sunshine. The lawns, woods, and rivers outside the window were bathed in light, and even a red fox could be seen sunning itself on a rock.

Li Tie, the deputy manager of the branch, hadn't expected Zhao Sixi to personally poach someone. He glanced thoughtfully at the breathtakingly beautiful Shu Jing, unable to understand why the Ministry of State Security would offer such generous terms to recruit her.

Though the Tang family didn't fear the opponent, it would still be difficult to handle such a behemoth of a corporation.

Such a simple sentence seemed to hit a snag in the auditory canal, making it impossible to comprehend no matter how hard one tried.

Silence was soundless and invisible. As time flew by, the impulse remained like a verse from a genius’s lips—spontaneous, intoxicating to both the speaker and the listener.

"System, I want to draw a prize." After entering the room and locking the door, Chu Liu sat on the bed and called out.

Having grown accustomed to seeing Shen Lan in police uniforms or casual clothes, the sudden change left Maslow feeling his cheeks flush and his throat go dry.

Before they could react, Jin Mingyin’s finger, hooked beneath the rotary cannon, pulled the trigger.

At this moment, many disciples suddenly swarmed toward Tang Jingyu, acting familiar and affectionate, fussing over him. Even the elders of the Tang Sect seemed to have forgotten how they had bullied Tang Jingyu in the past to curry favor with Tang Li.

She had been observing secretly all night; her mother hadn't shown any signs of sadness or resentment. She shrugged—she had passed the test.

Fu Chengyue’s hand tightened at her side, her expression straining to maintain composure, but a second later, she looked at Fu Shichen with a pitiful, delicate air.

The encirclement at sea continued. In a village not far from the shore, Lu Chun had gathered the remnants of his troops and returned.

Only when he spoke did he realize his throat felt raw and scratchy, as if he hadn't drunk water in days, which gave Mother Zhang a start.

Before heading up the mountain, An Yi had considered the issue of settling scores later, and had already obtained a decree from the Prince of Shu in advance, so the first condition was a breeze.

Lanting shook his head again. Jiang Yunwan guessed that perhaps he wasn't blaming her, or that he was telling her there was no need for such formality?

Song Zikai’s body slowly went limp, his eyes filled with despair. This time, he couldn't even manage a scream.

Many people on the scene began to gasp in involuntary amazement, while others fell into a daze. Without a doubt, this statue of the Dan Ying Emperor was carved to perfection—so perfect that it was almost impossible to look away.