Volume 1, Chapter 34: Brother Fu, I am sorry for staining your trousers.

In short, that was how he felt.

"Yes, I will." Fu Juechuan composed himself, deciding no longer to force himself into the role of an elder or older brother caring for Qiaoqiao. He could not bring himself to use "familial affection" as a veil any longer.

Ye Qiaoqiao instantly sensed that the atmosphere around Fu Juechuan had changed. It was a very subtle feeling.

She tentatively handed him some grapes. "Big Brother Fu, have some grapes. I washed them for you."

Fu Juechuan reached out, took them, and ate them calmly. "Many thanks."

He no longer looked at her with those tender eyes, nor did he pat her head! Yes! That was the feeling. She had realized something was off before because Fu Juechuan’s attitude toward her had been strange.

"Boom!" With a thunderous roar, energy erupted, shattering the bluestone pavement. Bystanders were caught in the shockwave, and the two combatants each retreated three steps to steady themselves.

Zhang Mi turned around, gathering the courage to meet Guo Lin’s gaze for a second, but she was no match for him and retreated in defeat.

Although Suo Youqian’s eyes were filled with resentment, he did not say a word. Supporting each other, he and Yin Sanxing slowly walked back the way they came, gradually disappearing into the distant weeds.

When Wei Shaotian was carried out, Guo Lin had a strong urge to summon the Golden Shuttle and use the Wrath of Heaven to finish him off. But in the end, he held back. Guo Lin had made a decision: he would defeat Wei Shaotian head-on, letting the latter realize how wrong and foolish it was to treat him as mere prey.

She seemed to understand why someone as ordinary as herself had made Ye Chengxuan so obsessed, why he had gone to such lengths to turn her into his tool, and why he had been so confident that she could complete his mission.

"How... how do you use this?" Ji Feng’s tone was somewhat stiff, as if he felt ashamed of not knowing how to operate the computer.

Chi You seized the opportunity to pursue, tracking them all the way to Zhuolu. It was there that a brutal battle finally broke out with the Yellow Emperor’s tribe.

One had to understand that to distinguish such a relationship between two men with just a few glances required not only a profound foundation in martial arts but also an exceptionally sharp eye.

Ling Yu stopped immediately. He knew the other party truly had no intention of hurting him, and if things continued like this, he would never be able to retrieve the bronze pendant.

The moment the Soul Stone was brought out, it erupted with a blinding gray light. Jin’er tumbled straight off Di Shitai’s shoulder, her own radiance resonating with the stone.

The next letter was actually sent by Xiao Xian. How had this fellow’s letter bypassed him and reached the Eastern Capital? He could ignore it; Xiao Xian’s rambling claims in the letter that his repeated border incursions were merely a "misunderstanding" were not worth the time, as he had no spare energy to discipline him right now.

Therefore, Wang Bodang, the Commander-in-Chief of the Wagang Pushan camp’s vanguard, who had been held back by Li Mi and was burning with suppressed rage, could no longer restrain himself. Swearing loudly, he shook off his lord’s hand, lunged forward, and slapped the old eunuch across the face.

As the Zombie King, Ling Yin’er had consumed countless amounts of fresh blood, yet she claimed she disliked the smell of blood—she was truly being hypocritical.

With just one glance, Cheng Yunqing’s heart felt as if it had been dealt a heavy blow, aching with intensity, because that soft, beautiful face under the moonlight looked exactly like his mother in his memories.

The old eunuch’s name was Wang Chan. Transforming into a rabbit spirit and darting around like a ghost was merely a perverse hobby of his; his true "bread and butter" was his "binding" technique—the "Chan" in Wang Chan.

Although her life in the Shu household had become much easier, and she no longer needed to hide from everyone as she once did, she kept the habit of going to the back garden to feed the fish every morning.

Stepping into the Holy City and arriving at the Lord’s Mansion, she found that the flowers and potted landscapes had all vanished, leaving only the golden throne of the Lord behind.

Even though it was impossible for spiritual energy to exist in this world, the posture Yun Zefan took was truly worthy of being the offspring of him and Xi’er.

I followed Wright’s instructions, pulling the so-called "Emperor Blade of Kuiba" out of Brut’s body. I held it up to examine the dark purple glow it emitted, set it aside, and then continued to rummage through Brut’s remains.

Xuantian felt a twinge of regret. Perhaps he really should have imprisoned her by his side the moment he found her. Back then, she was like a hedgehog covered in sharp quills, guarding herself against everyone. Back then, she didn’t know him, but she didn’t have Chenxing in her heart, either.

The Hell Thunder Bees seemed unable to compete; their wings were vaporized by the black flames, and they fell to the ground one after another, ready to be devoured by the gaping maw of the "Black Fire Snail."

Then, he turned to Shi Quan and bowed. "Many thanks, Brother Huangquan!" Without another word, he turned and left the arena.

"Well done!" Dianwang Ren suddenly drew his short sword, and Tayang immediately pulled the whip from his back to meet the challenge.

Yu Wushang slammed those strange hands down onto the hard dining table as if to break or shatter them, leaving two deep palm prints in the wood.

"Alright then, Aunt, get some rest early." I greeted her and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Shi Quan and the man in black blurted out the same words almost simultaneously, staring at each other in disbelief. Fortunately, they caught their jaws with their hands, or they would have surely dropped.

At these words, Lei Mei’er and Jun Lan glared at each other, snorted coldly, and turned their heads away, mutual disdain evident on their faces.

A look of discomfort crossed Xia Ya’s face. He knew Renault was a married man and had even met Haiyin. Although he didn’t feel he should interfere too much in someone else’s private life, as a soldier, such decadent habits were absolutely inexcusable.

The old man patted the young man on the shoulder and smiled. "Yinuo, you are my final disciple. The Kunlun Assembly is the most anticipated grand event for every generation of Kunlun disciples, and I would not want you to miss the chance to compete."

Song Rui hurried forward, only to see the police officer looking ecstatic, waving a silver needle in his hand.

"Then, then you?" I had not yet regained my senses. To be honest, I was still savoring everything that had just happened. Me and Zhang Zheng, dressed in the attire of the Jin Dynasty, our intimacy under the setting sun... I couldn't help but touch my own lips—they felt cool and damp. Could it be... had I really kissed Zhang Zheng just now?

Therefore, the chances of fighting and killing were relatively low, much like how apex predators dislike engaging in fierce, bloody combat with other high-level beasts, as it would only result in mutual destruction.

In the span of a single breath, the Martial Sovereign grew into a three-meter-tall giant. His muscles bulged several times over, and his massive hands were nearly a meter long. Beneath his skin, veins and tendons writhed and crawled like giant snakes living under his flesh.