Volume 1, Chapter 40: Fu Juechuan, I am thirsty.

"Saving someone doesn't mean I can't beat you up."

"You just wait. If anything happens to Qiaoqiao, I will have your life." Gu Jin’s eyes were cold; he only left after Xie Lin forcibly pulled him away.

Zhou Cong watched his retreating figure with dark lines of frustration on his forehead.

Zhong Qing blew on her fingertips. "Ye Qiaoqiao was actually kidnapped? Tsk tsk, what a pity. If something really happens to her, things will get interesting."

Listening to her gloating, Zhou Cong frowned. "I will save them both. Please lend me a car, Miss Zhong."

Zhong Qing despised his nature of wanting to have it both ways. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Fine, I’ll lend it to you. But if anything really happens to Ye Qiaoqiao, I might..."

The night was already deep. In the Zhou residence, the light in the middle bedroom on the second floor was still on. Zhou Jinyu could not sleep, enraged by the cancellation of her engagement earlier that day. She could not fathom when Su Liangliang had become Liang Jingcheng’s secretly wedded wife.

Since starting work, she had paid even less attention to the entertainment industry, especially this month, as she had been running errands for clients until her legs felt weak. It was no surprise, then, that she had missed the news about Pei Zijun today.

She actually had a scar of that kind herself, though it was hidden where her arm had been severed; it was the mark left behind after her identity chip was forcibly removed. Interstellar warriors had their mecha devices stripped away as well, leaving behind a cross-shaped scar.

"We lose three inches of territory during the day and reclaim two at night; this has become a set rule. The Eastern Expeditionary Army is accustomed to this pattern and has prepared themselves to lose those two inches."

"I understand. Even if they have come to invade Earth again, there is essentially no difference between that and seeking death, is there?" Bai Ze nodded dismissively, clearly not believing that the Taotie could defeat the children of the Xiongbing Company anymore.

It was still early, not yet time for lunch. Since they had arrived so early, the little they had eaten for breakfast must have long since digested.

"That pouch is still there. Aside from the items you took out initially, we have been unable to open it since," Shen Qiu said, looking at Zhao Zihang, having seen him use a storage bag before.

Through his suit, a faint red light flickered, casting a residual glow onto his white shirt.

"What is this?" Amidst his confusion, a voice suddenly emanated from the token, giving Xiao Li a start.

But Su Ting’s foundation was incredibly solid. He had studied the knowledge required to reach the Yang God realm countless times... Whether it was the Daoist thunder techniques or the various methods and common knowledge regarding the Yang God taught by the Red-Clad Sect of Yuanfeng Mountain, he had explored them all in his heart.

"Oops!" Hearing Li Xianwei say this, Xie Lei accidentally dropped the mineral water bottle in his hand. The cap popped off, and the clear water splashed over Xie Lei’s entire pant leg, startling Li Xianwei.

Whoosh—Kurumi turned on the faucet, letting the cool tap water flow into the sink. She brushed her bangs aside; now, she needed to wash away the cold sweat and bad luck, and at the same time, make necessary preparations for the upcoming operation.

She had once been a mother, but in the end, she had missed the chance to be with that child. If one were to speak of unfulfilled desires, that was the one she could never let go of—the source of her nightmares.

Fu Junqi felt a surge of joy. With a flick of her wrist, a cold glint erupted from the sword’s edge, stirring up a chilling sword intent. Like a wraith, she lunged toward the monk Buchi, thrusting her sword toward his groin in a vicious maneuver.

Shinji calmly observed the characteristics of the battlefield, recalled the battle style of the opponent he had just seen, and tossed his Poké Ball.

Everyone rolled their eyes. "Good enough, just scoring four or five goals is fine!" "You make it sound so easy—why don't you let me score four or five goals on you?"

The wooden Mercenary Guild was divided into two levels. The upper level was for staff and insiders, while the lower level was where mercenaries accepted missions and looked for teammates.

Gan Xin could understand the meaning behind those words, though he did not know why Li Chengye was so obsessed with this matter. To Gan Xin, it was a baseless affair.

The group arrived at the docks of Stormwind City, where cargo ships were piled up like mountains, and NPC laborers, bare-chested, carried various goods.

The other party had already made up their mind, so there was truly no need to continue like this.

I had no heart to dwell on this. I returned to the Second Prince’s mansion in silence, was dragged into the washroom in silence, had my outer garments—stained with chicken feathers and droppings—ripped off, and was shoved into the water basin.

White Harbor, located south of Winterfell, was the largest commercial hub and the most important trading port in the North.

If that was the case, it meant he originally hadn't intended to do anything to me, which made me feel a bit more at ease. I turned away, lowered my eyes, and began to sleep.

Then, under Xia Er’s stunned gaze, a faint golden light emerged from the flowing water, gathering and instantly forming a set of clothes that attached to his spiritual body.

However, one could guess that it must have been the other party’s contingency plan. Thinking about it, they were likely reinforcements they had called for, currently on their way.

The weather was fair and the scenery pleasant. With fine wine at hand, the brothers gathered in the picturesque lake pavilion, chatting about romance and life, and inevitably drank a few too many cups.

Suddenly, the grand hall fell silent; the air felt as cold and still as if it had been frozen. Everyone was witnessing the spectacle before them, wanting to see what was so extraordinary about this commoner "驸马" (imperial son-in-law) that the princess favored him so, and how this play would end.

Lin Ke turned to ask Xue’er how she was sure this was a real person and not someone from her dream. Xue’er replied with certainty that she had never had such a dream, so the dream must have been Yang Yu’s.

Lin Ke was shocked. "Teacher Yao? You mean Teacher Yao’s corpse, right? Can there be any living people left in this school?"

I saw Hisoka walk in front of a stone wall, use his Nen ability, and effortlessly open a door in the wall.

Zhu Houzhao could understand the sentiments and motives of people like Liu Yu, who belonged to the high-ranking bureaucratic and capitalistic class.

Before dawn, the Qi family stronghold was already brightly lit. Music began to play, and all the filial children donned mourning clothes to stand guard before the spirit altar; the organizers all took their places, busying themselves.