Volume 1, Chapter 25: You Have a Thing for Incest

She walked into the jewelry store as if under a spell. The staff, seemingly recognizing her, immediately stepped forward with eager introductions, only to be calmly interrupted by Yuesheng.

Xiao Qi remained unperturbed, maintaining an air of detached ease, as if his words just now had been mere idle chatter. He showed no concern for the response from the person behind the screen.

All of this was unexpected for Yuesheng. Looking at Yu Feng, who stood before her like a prince, she offered a smile tinged with guilt and could not help but nod slowly.

Seeing the expression on Xiao Yu's face, the special operations soldiers, who had not previously fully grasped the depth of his emotions, felt their hearts suddenly struck. They lowered their heads in shame and began to reflect in silence.

Li Xinpeng rode on horseback, his long halberd dancing in his hands, as Qin soldiers fell one after another beneath its reach.

"Roar..." The giant dragon let out a cry, its massive eyes filled with excitement, agitation, and uncontrollable ecstasy. After emitting a series of joyful bellows, it looked at the broken chains around its neck, shook its head, wagged its tail, and soared into the sky, vanishing from sight.

The eight characters suddenly shone with brilliant light. Ripples of energy radiated continuously from them, sweeping rapidly past the practitioners in the desert and spreading toward the distant horizon.

Baimei waved his hand, realizing that his words must have offended the giant tiger. Yet, if this beast could grow wings and command the reverence of all other creatures, could it not be a White Tiger?

Ye Xiang slowly extended his right hand, effortlessly seizing the horsetail whisk, and let Mingyuan watch helplessly as he toyed with it in his grasp.

Yu Feng grew more certain. He was in no rush; he looked out over the city. It had been three years.

Ever since she became pregnant, Li Fu had been desperate to cradle and protect her in his palms, unwilling to leave her side for even a moment.

For some reason, she felt a sense of empathy, perhaps stirred by memories long buried deep within her heart.

The black clouds, seeing that Chou Yu was in the way, swallowed him in a single gulp. In the blink of an eye, he was swept away, disappearing without a trace.

Bianji sneered inwardly. Aristocratic scions were always the same; their loves, hates, and resentments were all written plainly on their faces. In the end, they were simply too naive.

Yang Yunxi stiffened slightly, then softened, leaning her head against Zhu Li’s. The two leaned against each other, both feeling a sense of peace and tranquility.

Along the way, she briefly introduced the estate to Cui Shaoxi and inquired about Xu’er from the wet nurse, Bitao, and the others.

Lian Fangzhou understood Dingxiang’s meaning and knew that Li Fu truly had her best interests at heart, yet hearing these words now, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

The evening sky was beautiful, with the sunset painting half the horizon red. In the intoxicating, soft light, the entire city began to bustle with activity.

This time, Elder Gu had personally led the team on this training excursion with the sole purpose of securing the Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo. Knowing that many disciples of the Demonic Sect were active in the Purple Bamboo Ridge area, he had specifically borrowed this Heavenly-tier mid-grade spiritual artifact from the sect leader, as it was perfectly suited for suppressing evil.

Mu Yuanchen was such a meticulous and sharp-minded person—he was truly terrifying! Qi Feng knew all too well that any flaw might be seized upon by him as a weapon against them.

Shuishu searched for a way to break free, closing her eyes to channel her chakra, preparing to fight against the control exerted over her.

"Then let's set a one-week limit," Qi Kexue said without hesitation, believing that in one week, she would surely find a way.

It was understandable to feel unbalanced, but to become ill over such a matter was truly baffling.

They did not encounter any sea pirates along the way; anyone bold enough to see such a massive force would likely have been scared off long ago. Midway, a fleet of ships quietly merged into the main group, causing no commotion and known only to a select few.

Because of the earlier incident involving Chen Xiyuan, there were always rumors at school about the sisters' discord. To change the perceptions of others, Ye Jiarou would often visit Ye Chu.

When Li Jing returned to her maiden home, she said the same thing. Beyond that, she insisted: better to send money than gifts.

He had not yet divorced Qi Kexue, so she remained his, Qi Huan’s, for the rest of her life. No matter where she went, she could never shed that mark.

If you don't court death, you won't die. Qin Yumuo's seduction earlier was purely an act of self-destruction.

Without waiting for Ye Jiarou, Ye Chu walked out of the room first. Ye Jiarou, seething with rage, clenched her fists and followed close behind.

"How could it not matter? That stinking fish, Grandmother, has made me suffer such a great loss; I must catch it and boil it into soup!" Wang Jing clamored.

"Besides, you are a dignified young master of the Space Dragon family with so many powerful subordinates. If there is something to be done, let your underlings handle it. Is it necessary to risk your own life? Have you never heard that a child of wealth should not sit under a crumbling wall?"

"No problem. With so many of us, wiping this place out is not difficult," Xu Zhen agreed with a nod. In the face of absolute power, everything else was futile. Even if Sun Fugui possessed powerful mercenary battle puppets, without the corresponding spirit stones, the things were no better than a pile of scrap metal.

"So, President Jiang, which of your people do you plan to send to open up the markets in Japan and South Korea, the two major countries in Asia?" Fan Bingbing asked softly.

As always, she loved to have everything prepared in advance and was very good at taking care of others.

Between the usual troubles of Chen Baixiang, the new script, and matters regarding Huatian Technology, Chen Jie was actually quite busy.

For a newcomer to be nominated in composition, lyrics, and arrangement—and to have two nominations for lyrics alone—was an unprecedented first for the Chinese Music Awards.

After releasing that last arrow, Annie En’s fingers had split from the excessive force and the long duration of the preceding battle.

In those days, practicing Zen monks were required to follow the precepts, consuming only breakfast and lunch, with no food allowed in the afternoon.