Volume 1, Chapter 21: Small and Soft Like a Kitten

"Pink, I like pink." Seeing Wu Junxi flying toward me, I quickly closed my eyes and urged.

Conversely, a weak Yang fire indicates a deficiency in Yang energy and poor health. It may be due to excessive heat or perhaps a lack of virtue. Such individuals are also the most susceptible to attracting ghosts and spirits.

Ling Yun was not unwilling to go all-in, but in a casino like this, if you win too much, they might cause trouble for you. It is better to take it slow. If the other side decides not to pay, the loss would outweigh the gains. Besides, we are on their turf, and there are definitely experts here keeping watch. My main goal is to make money.

Bo Ye kept his handsome face cold and, with a huff, scooped up Su Niansheng and strode toward the villa with long, wind-swept strides.

It is dangerous, isn't it? Do you think I want to stay here? Can't you see that flashy fox in the red robe blocking my path?

Li Jian opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The mockery on his face vanished into thin air, leaving behind only shock and horror.

His movements were dashing and handsome, stirring excitement among the sword-wielding heroic spirits in the Spirit Space.

"It seems Senior Sister Shen takes me for a soft persimmon. Unfortunately, I am not!" Ling Fei channeled her water-element technique, directly seizing control of the water spirit energy within the vines, rendering them disobedient to Shen Lan and turning them against her instead.

The heavy punch missed, but the second elite soldier did not stop his attack. He planted his left hand on the ground like an eagle's claw, pivoted his body 180 degrees, and whipped his legs through the air toward Yang Yin.

Ugh, am I a pig? Shensi, you really don't give me any face, causing the Jing siblings to keep looking at me and snickering.

Lin Yimo would occasionally meet with Lu Ang for a meal, but since her return, she had never mentioned Lu Ang's roommate.

Possessing a heritage, he disdained relying on external forces and had no desire to rack his brains searching for swords or blades. Even when in his half-demon form, which granted him the ability to absorb the demonic energy of other spirits, he almost never used it, simply because he felt it was entirely unnecessary.

Zhou Qiao stared blankly at the patterns on the floor. Jin Nanzhou sat to one side waiting, the atmosphere quiet yet comforting to her.

Furthermore, once the Professor recovers, perhaps he can be persuaded to research a way to resist the genetically modified inhibitory components and eliminate their negative effects on the X-gene.

A stopped luxury watch, severely worn leather shoes, bent spectacle frames, a white shirt missing two buttons, and a calm, earnest gaze.

Taking over the management of Daye City early would prevent being caught off guard when the Crown Prince finished his negotiations and departed.

Back when Jiangcheng was still a county, An Guangyuan was already a deputy county magistrate, while Gao Ping was merely the principal of Jiangcheng High School.

Before arriving in Nanshi, the urgent warnings and repeated instructions of those people flooded her mind.

If she continued to sit like this, she might brilliantly fail her exams in three days' time.

Dantai Li reached out to wrap an arm around my shoulder, smiling faintly at the ghost of the forest warden, telling him that I was simply too overwhelmed to speak.

Yang Luolu also kissed her mother on the cheek, but because of the excess drool, Yang Yiru had to return to the washroom to clean up.

"Is such a thing even possible?!" Chu Feng was stunned upon hearing the artifact spirit's explanation.

Su Chen didn't take Ming Jun's troublemaking to heart at all. He went to Peach's class to give a music lesson, and Peach sat there, beaming with joy and paying close attention.

As Ye Xi's mastery of the formation arrays deepened, the flow of time could be slowed further, but constrained by spiritual energy, Ye Xi did not make any further adjustments.

Unlike the severed children's heads on the tomb walls, these heads were not fashioned into oil lamps; instead, they exuded an incredibly foul, bloody stench. If I am not mistaken, the rotting smell that poured out when the tomb was opened came from these heads.

However, Wang Tong on the battlefield was far from satisfied with this result. He had assumed it would be ten against one, but according to the art of war, the best military commander subdues the enemy without fighting, captures cities without attacking, and topples states without prolonged campaigns, ensuring all under heaven is contended for in totality. Thus, the army is not blunted, and the spoils remain intact—this is the strategy of offensive warfare.

On the bamboo chair of the Xiang Concubine, Li Xu loosened his robes, lay back with his belly exposed, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his thick, crimson lips curled into a faint, comfortable smile that slowly spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Damn it, these old fogies—?" Yang Zheng cursed, forced to shift his body slightly. Fortunately, the scholar's robes were designed to be very loose, so he managed to avoid making a scene in public.

People covered in golden paint held ritual implements, forming a strange formation around Wang Dapeng.

For someone who had been a mastermind behind the scenes for so many years, intelligence was certainly not an issue; the only flaw was perhaps a tendency to be overly stubborn.

Her heart kept pounding in her chest, though she wasn't sure if it was from running too fast.

The otherworldly being realized something was wrong, but it was too late to run, for the explosives had already detonated. The soaring flames and shockwave covered a radius of over 30 meters, a testament to the power of the blast.

Gao Yang spat, turned her head away, and stared out of the hall in silence, clearly very displeased. Before long, she couldn't help but secretly pinch Li Zhi's back. Poor Li Zhi, not daring to make a sound, could only suppress the pain and offer Gao Yang a simple, honest smile, revealing his clean, straight teeth.

Shuimu flatly denied it. He didn't care how much they suspected him, but he would never admit it. Unless there was concrete evidence, there was no way they would make him break his silence.

Watching the massive lottery wheel spin incessantly, for some reason, Su Ming suddenly felt a sense of trance.

Once their souls flew out, they would have to endure spiritual torment to force themselves to adapt, and only upon reaching the True Martial Divine Realm would their fate be decided.

"What's wrong with that? Just wait for your father to settle the score for sneaking out!" Zhang Qiulai's uncle reached out and flicked him on the forehead.