Volume 1, Chapter 37: G...Gently

Standing at his bedroom door, he was about to push it open when his foot landed on something soft. Looking down, he saw the dress shirt he had worn earlier that day; upon picking it up, he discovered that the buttons he had ripped off had been neatly sewn back on.

He disliked having the housekeeper handle his personal belongings while he was home. Assuming she had misremembered the schedule, he headed toward the kitchen on the first floor, mentally calculating the severance pay he would use to fire her.

In a mere few moments, the two of them had already exchanged dozens of blows. Shen Luo watched the fight between Jiang Fugui and Seventeen.

"What is there to prepare for? Mother, aren't you very confident that you can obtain the Needle of Supreme Void from Gu Naiqing's hands?"

Xue Rong'er, who could command such prestige within the Prince's Mansion, was no ordinary person. She could guess seventy or eighty percent of a guard's thoughts with just a single glance, yet she paid it no mind, simply lowering her head to offer a word of thanks before swaying gracefully into the courtyard.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged frantically, and the vortex in his dantian, used for absorbing this energy, grew immensely large. Mu Yao had always cultivated using a Ground-tier technique called the Green Wood Art to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world.

"Yu Jin, would you like to come up and sit for a while?" Gu Naiqing looked at the man who had stopped in his tracks and invited him.

After saying this, Zongzi raised his wine glass and took a sharp gulp; the long string of words beforehand had left his throat dry.

In this bustling district, the fact that such a loud noise could be made showed just how furious Lu Huaijing was.

Hurrying into the walk-in closet, she began rummaging through the drawers. She couldn't leave without her passport. When she had arrived, she had been with Feng Hao the entire time.

"We originally thought the remaining item was of utmost importance and would require great effort to obtain. I didn't expect Meng Po to say she would hand it over to us as well." Han Yu let out a long sigh of relief and sat back down.

Chen Erpao had suddenly reaped so many honors that he became the focus of numerous media outlets and certain powerful factions, effectively adding the status of a "hero" to his identity.

Hearing me say this, Lin Qiaoman looked up at me, then lowered her head again without a word.

When she slowly woke from her dreams again and opened her eyes, the light in the room was flickering and dim. She rubbed her drowsy eyes and struggled to sit up.

Just in case, I rummaged through the pockets of the school uniforms. Naturally, there was no sign of Optimus Prime, so I had to open the drawers to search carefully.

I have to admit, the class monitor was right. If she had really let me touch her thigh, I couldn't be sure what other excessive demands I might have made, which would only have made my heart race even faster.

Chu Feng was stunned upon hearing this. A fallen family, yet they lived in the central district—more impressive than the Four Great Families?

"It's fine, I'll just turn the water cold!" Dong Yiyao smiled slightly, sat down beside Huo Feng, and dipped her feet in as well. The water, which had just turned warm, cooled down again, making Huo Feng exclaim with satisfaction.

Even those Honglin God-Slaying Crocodiles that lunged first had passed through the hurricane; their speed had merely slowed slightly, but they had not suffered any decisive damage.

"I am willing to become a personal disciple of the Sun and Moon Sword Sect!" Cui Wei desperately needed direct guidance from a True Immortal, a privilege not granted by mere elders.

When the goat's milk reached my lips, I couldn't taste a thing. I paused, feeling extremely saddened.

Su Jinxi did not understand how a venereal disease, which could not be transmitted through air, breathing, or ordinary contact, had become a plague. However, she was certain that the so-called natural disaster was definitely not simple.

The ethereal voice echoed across the heavens. It was not just the Yang and Zhou families, but the onlookers outside the mansion who heard it as well. The voice was truly cold, carrying supreme majesty.

It detailed how she had been harassed by obsessive fans ever since she started acting, especially after she collaborated with others. The individuals acted as if they were insane, even breaking into her home several times and leaving traces behind.

For Liang Guanghui, this length of time had already broken his personal record. He usually lasted only about ten minutes, and that included foreplay; if he were to actually charge into battle, he would be defeated in three to five minutes at most.

After hearing this, Su Ranran frowned as well, appearing to be worried about this very thing.

Knowing it was the weekend and that there would likely be many people in Pinggang Village, Tang Fusheng stepped up his efforts, inciting some criminals in Fengcheng to head to the village to "make a fortune."

"You miscalculated this time, didn't you?" Chu Lingyu said, trimming her nails leisurely while speaking intentionally or otherwise.

Upon hearing this, the old lady thought about it carefully. It was indeed possible, because Zhao Zongquan and his son had previously been completely forgotten figures; who would bother to tend to such a cold hearth?

Their eyes met, and he suddenly smiled. His long, narrow eyes held starlight, with shattered light twinkling like little stars. Cheng Zhen looked at him silently, neither avoiding his gaze nor showing panic, even though her heart had indeed skipped a beat.

In the afternoon, Baima found Liu Fanbai, pulled him away from the student council, and led him to a secluded corner.

If it were an ordinary person, even one with advanced magical arts, they would have fallen for this sinister and vicious trick. Unfortunately, he had encountered Huang, one of the few who knew his true background.

Wang Sheng and the others had no choice but to let go, watching as Bu Chao, trembling all over, stepped out of the pressure chamber.

After Tang Muqing's accident, the first reaction of Wei Nanzhong was to strengthen the security of Wei Beibei.

"Jin Bolong, you may go in. There is no point in remaining in the lower realms!" The voice of the Great Sage Ming Wang echoed into the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.

Sun Chengfeng had some reservations about this statement. He felt that his parents' alarmist way of thinking was quite unreasonable; after all, counting you all, there were only five families—how could it be such a coincidence?

After this group of people left, another group arrived shortly after to continue searching the place.

"Damn it! To dare snatch things on my turf? You're tired of living! Brothers, get them!" the leader shouted.

The Tang Sect did not possess only the two ultimate arts of poison and hidden weapons; those were merely the most famous. In reality, many experts within the Tang Sect were proficient in one, or even several, of the eighteen types of weaponry.

This large urn was originally used for storing grain, and since this courtyard had long been unoccupied, the urn should have been empty.

He Hao did not understand what use this large shoulder armor had. But Raven knew—it was a device used to amplify power. After all, after the Level 3 Raven evolved, it was time for the long-dormant auxiliary ability, the 'Source Movement Power' upgrade to 'Blood Debt Protection,' to awaken.