Volume 1, Chapter 36: So, She Was Jealous

I do not know what happened in my sleep, but I felt as if someone were jostling me. My body felt utterly drained, and I could not force my eyes open. After a futile struggle, I drifted back into unconsciousness.

Once he fled, all traces of Bu Jingyun vanished. Even with the formidable reach of the World Martial Arts Association, they could not uncover a single shred of information about his whereabouts for a long time.

"Look at the tree pits?" Zhang Nianzu repeated. He inspected each pit one by one, discovering that about five or six meters from the bar entrance, a tree had been stripped of its bark, and the soil in the pit bore the deep, aggressive impressions of vehicle tires.

Suddenly, everyone was struck by the same question: Was the Ant Tribe’s act of sending the headquarters’ defensive information to Lei Tingting merely a diversionary tactic?

The investigation revealed that on the day of her death, the victim had been with her ex-husband the entire time, never once separated. Given that she had mobility issues and could not have left even if she wanted to, the primary crime scene had to be her home.

The hand appeared entirely devoid of veins or blood vessels; its skin was smooth and dense, possessing a metallic luster.

These people have discarded even the most basic sense of dignity; they are worse than common streetwalkers. Yet, these individuals are among the writers of China. They have no real achievements, yet they live far more comfortably than Lu Yao ever did. This is something that fills Guan Xiaojun with immense rage.

Although he was impatient to enter the island today, the recent battle, while not causing any serious wounds, had drained much of his energy. To show up unannounced would not only be impolite but would likely leave a poor impression on the hosts.

Following the direction indicated by Captain Mita, the space monster Arubopa suddenly appeared outside the aerial base and slammed into its side. Gamu and his team returned to their fighters, and from the sky, they watched as the XIG, a warship gathering the pinnacle of Earth’s technology, plummeted to the ground.

Daoist Tai Hong did not disappoint Zhang Zhifei; he shared several more pieces of good news, which lifted everyone’s spirits. While the plans had their ups and downs, the overall situation for the Immortal Alliance was gradually improving, bringing a sense of relief to all.

That night, the butler snuck out of the prince’s mansion and went to the county office. He met with the magistrate, who was startled from his sleep by the sound of the butler beating the grievance drum.

Disturbed by these events, Sheng Qingshu did not leave her home for several days. She specifically prepared a prescription to be mixed into Old Madam Ye’s medicine. Ordinary doctors would not notice anything amiss, assuming only a few extra tonics had been added.

Just then, the man suddenly leaped up and launched a sneak attack on Ling Boyun. Old Master Mei was startled; he flew off his horse and moved quickly to intervene. Ling Boyun, having already sensed the danger, spun around, and both men struck out with their palms against the attacker.

Most of those present were young masters from various noble houses. The swords they carried were mostly for show, some having been drawn for the first time that very day, let alone used in real combat.

Brawling is one thing, but if a death were to occur, the nature of the situation would change entirely. Wuji was deeply worried; he feared that if Ye Chen killed Lady Niu in a fit of rage, even the Spirit Army would be unable to protect him.

Sheng Qingshu stepped forward and used her toe to flip the person on the ground, revealing the face obscured by messy hair. It was indeed the Master Kong mentioned earlier.

Of course, if one had enough family wealth to stay home for a lifetime and interact only with family and servants, that would be fine, but Lin Qinchuan was clearly not that kind of person.

A-Liang’s face was filled with longing. As a junior to the old man, he was naturally familiar with the concept of legendary creatures.

"Where are you going?" the aunt’s voice was terrifyingly raspy, as if someone were sawing at her throat.

Because she felt she was not cut out for business, she only ventured into fields she was familiar with.

As for the three hundred students, although they remained diligent, they held little hope for their own futures.

Smiling, Terry sat back against the technical desk. As his gaze drifted to the court, his expression turned serious.

After destroying the mid-lane high-ground tower of the SSW team, the UF team split up to push lanes and create pressure. However, the SSW team decisively ganged up on Shang Moze’s Jayce, killing him, though the UF team managed to destroy the bottom-lane high-ground tower in exchange.

His face usually carried the shy smile of a pure, innocent boy, looking as cute and sunny as the boy next door—youthful and fearless.

At that moment, Liu Chen was fast asleep, lost in a beautiful dream. He had thought for a long time the night before; as a cultivator, he truly did not want to have too many entanglements with Nangong Youruo, such a beautiful and kind mortal.

The director glanced at Squidward with disdain and shook his head in secret. Common people truly lacked class; they turned into bootlickers the moment they saw a celebrity.

Teague reacted quickly, shifting laterally in hopes of blocking Yi Yang’s path. However, Yi Yang used a fluid change of direction without slowing down, leaving Teague grasping at air.

The emergence of the Great Tang’s Heavenly Punishment Army had once frightened neighboring states, but after wiping out Goguryeo, the army had only taught the Tuyuhun a lesson before falling silent once more.

However, one could not pin all their hopes on a final backup plan. Even if one wanted to find a more suitable opportunity, one could not ignore chances that appeared reasonably good. Otherwise, if one went three or five minutes without using an ultimate ability, it would be nothing more than excessive caution.

But unlike chess, there is no such thing as a draw in League of Legends. When two tigers fight, one must be injured. Even the most conservative team must learn to take the initiative and attack if they want to win; otherwise, the opponent’s Nexus will not simply self-destruct while they hide under a defensive turret.

After dismissing his still-confused subordinates, Tang Feng once again summoned his most trusted core team. He then spoke directly to Xiao Zhangsi, to whom he had previously given instructions.

Yet, Bai Feifei remained unmoved, as if she felt that one hundred million was pocket change to Chu Haoran. She continued to look out the window, a sweet smile lingering on her face.

They were still the original words of Yan Cheng, but in the current context, unknown to the five of them, they were struck with terror.

Tang Yun’s green sword swirled in his hand, imbued with crimson battle intent. With a perfect maneuver following the Corpse Demon King’s furious swipe, he slid his feet, spun, and slashed down with his blade.