Volume 1, Chapter 42: Qiaoqiao, You Only Lost Your Life, But I Would Lose Love

Ye Qiaoqiao threw the question directly at Zhou Cong, who stared at her with fury in his eyes and demanded, "Why did you hit Yaoyao? Qiaoqiao, how can you be so cruel?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you going to save me or Jiang Yaoyao? Jiang Yaoyao and I are irreconcilable enemies. As long as you choose me, I can consider helping you in the future."

Hearing this, Jiang Yaoyao cried even harder, trembling as she tightly hugged Zhou Cong.

"Qiaoqiao, I have always regarded you as a younger sister. Yaoyao is the one I love in my heart, and that will never change," Zhou Cong said earnestly after taking a deep breath.

"Fine, I get it. I have my own man, and I won't fight Jiang Yaoyao for your love. I just want to survive," Ye Qiaoqiao said with a straight face...

Back in the day, the Monkey King engaged in magical transformations and duels, first against Erlang Shen, and second against the Bull Demon King, both of whom were opponents of comparable strength. Yet, in front of the Tathagata Buddha, no matter how the Monkey King transformed, it was all in vain.

During the adolescent years stirred by youthful awakening, when she met a boy she liked, she would feel too shy to step forward. She would secretly watch him from afar, burying that fondness in the deepest corner of her heart, careful not to let anyone easily discover it. If the boy she liked spoke even a single word to her, she would become so nervous she wouldn't know what to do.

As soon as she turned around, the corners of her mouth would twitch, and large, heavy tears would fall like rain. Her mind kept repeating the same thoughts: *Does he know? Did he say those things to hint at something? What should I do? Should I stop sharing a desk with him?*

Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng's expression turned exceptionally ugly. He glared fiercely at Xian Lin'er before leading his men away.

What a pity that this person chose the wrong path back then, leading to the current predicament.

Speaking of past events, the village chief and Principal Liu had many deep emotions, and Shen Zhilan occasionally chimed in with a couple of remarks, while Chunyang remained utterly dazed the entire time.

Walking back and forth in front of the noodle shop entrance once again, shouting loudly and exerting force with his hands, he fiercely hurled a massive stone pier down onto the ground, embedding the entire stone pier deep into the earth.

"Right! How can you be so biased?" Seeing Ling'er feeling aggrieved, Ji Yang chimed in with a sharp retort as well.

"My Lord, newly received intelligence indicates that Xie Changzhong has already ordered the city gates to be opened, and is personally leading his family and retainers to greet you at the gates, respectfully welcoming you to lead the tripartite army into the city," the attendant entered the main tent and reported to Li Chengda.

When he had nothing else to do, Xu Sheng loved to polish his saber—his heavy-backed ring-headed saber. Polishing his saber was Xu Sheng's favorite way to relax; only while polishing his saber would his mind become exceptionally active, allowing him to ponder certain matters.

He originally thought Professor Zhao would recognize the contents of the plastic bag, but to his surprise, the old man shook his head repeatedly after looking at it, saying he had never heard of such a thing before. Left with no choice, Liu Junhao had to post online for help, naturally including a few photos he had taken of the honeycomb.

Zhao Qingsi ultimately did not stay long. After gazing intently at Wudao for a moment, she resolutely turned and left. This time, Wudao did not try to persuade her to stay, because for him, the purpose of this trip had already been achieved.

Ren Guanyu could not help feeling a pang of regret. Had he known that an expert like Xiang Ru existed in the cultivation world of the Eastern Zhou Star, why would he have bothered living in seclusion or avoiding the world? He should have left Plum Blossom Village long ago to find Xiang Ru and humbly seek guidance from this master of the Celestial God Army.

Zhao Baokun was amused by this and slapped the middle-aged man right on the head. The middle-aged man was not so lucky this time, smashing his head directly against the corner of a nearby table with a miserable scream as blood instantly splattered.

By integrating the anti-heaven formation of the Holy Spirit with the actual refining array diagram, he would also acquire the power to suppress the Heavenly Dao.

Instructing the innkeeper not to disturb him, Helian Rong carefully locked the room door and made sure the windows were tightly shut before lowering the bed curtains, clutching the box as she crawled inside.

Gazing up at the starry sky, Dongfang Lengye suddenly felt a surge of anticipation. Ye Vudao, when you encounter her—the one bearing the Greedy Wolf destiny, a fate passed down exclusively to males for a thousand years—what kind of sparks will fly between you? Perhaps only you can ever truly leave her insatiable.

"How strange, why hasn't he returned yet?" Zhang Ning stopped in his tracks, listening intently for any response, but frustratingly, there was still no trace of them.

Li Xunhuan used saber radiance to protect his body, while Emperor Zhentian used the power of water to shield his, barely resisting the invasion of the bloody aura.

"Leader, do you have any documentation? I'd like to take a look. Maybe we can find some clues," Shen Hong said.

With those words, Huangfu Sihan removed Ye Zuixin's shoes and slowly cut away her socks piece by piece.

This was the true physical manifestation of the Peacock Great Peacock Mingwang Bodhisattva, as well as the equanimity form of Vairocana Tathagata, possessing both the virtues of absorption and subjugation, known as the "Peacock Throne."

"Since your wounds are healed, stop being lazy. I'll let you rest for one more day today. Since you are Senior Brother Qin's child, tomorrow the old man will impart to you the cultivation methods of Langya Mountain and teach you the Zifu swordsmanship." Outside the door, Wu Hedao's voice echoed in.

Old Master Gong's face was ashen. Although bedridden for over a decade, he had never witnessed someone so arrogant.

Shen Hong felt even more terrified than before. He could distinctly sense that the approaching footsteps were heading directly toward his direction.

At the same time, that surge of demonic energy climbed up along his body, lingering around his palm, and then slowly extended along the Crimson Firmament Sword. The sword Qi grew heavier and denser, as thick as a child's arm, seemingly condensing into a crimson sword Qi in the void, mixed with various motley energies—magnificent, desolate, indifferent, and so on, all blending together.

The Hongming bird was inherently difficult to kill because of its exceptional speed; even Ning Caichen had to slay it only after several attempts, and he had even unleashed a Daoist technique he had never seen before, showing that he had used his ultimate trump card.

Since indoor physical education classes were infrequent, the teaching research group of City No. 1 High School adhered to the guiding principle of balancing work and rest, appropriately scheduling some sports activities even in the face of the college entrance examinations. This rare indoor PE class would span two or three consecutive class periods, lasting right until the end of the school day.

At this moment, He Meiyuan turned her head, her beautiful eyes blinking lightly, seemingly revealing a hint of playfulness. However, beneath that seemingly effortless gaze, she still could not completely hide the twin flushes of pink that bloomed across her tender, fair cheeks.

Yet the moment the divine seat flew out, he grew strangely quiet, staring at it greedily with a pair of chaotic eyes.

Li Su feigned great joy, shouted "long live," bowed in submission, and flattered Dongor, making him laugh uproariously with his head thrown back in delight.

After a moment, the door to Zhang Ming's room opened. Zhang Ming emerged wearing a bathrobe, droplets of water still trickling from his hair. Looking at Zhang Ming's exposed chest, Annie's face instantly flushed with a hint of bashfulness as she lowered her head shyly.

Unless it was an exceptionally urgent operation, an army of tens of thousands entering the city entirely would take nearly a full day. During this single day, Peixinsi had to find a way to ensure the army's entry proceeded without encountering too much interference.