Volume 1, Chapter 41: Even If It's a Ghost

"Just now..."
The imagery still lingered before her eyes—the raised outline of the sleepwear, the man's neat and clean short hair.
Overwhelmed by shyness, she paused, her voice as thin as a thread.
"I didn't do anything."
Yu Jin walked away in quick strides, followed by a cold rebuke from behind.
"Come back."
She stopped in her tracks, slowly turning to look at him. She was acting as if nothing had happened; what more could he possibly be unsatisfied with?

For this reason, in order to seize the crucial Western Regions stronghold of Shule City, the Heavenly King Dragon Slayer ordered the ancient immortal Demon Monarch Longgu to capture Shule City at all costs. Absolutely nothing must allow them to cooperate and fight alongside the pilgrim, otherwise the dragon-beast demons would find themselves in a difficult and highly passive situation.

In the rear, Qing Zhengwei frowned as he watched Qing Zhengwu's indifferent attitude, though he said nothing.

Gaia simply gathered a few unknown, tough, and pliable blades of grass from the bushes, randomly and haphazardly tied them around the wound a few times, and paid no further attention to the injury.

In the beginning, the Xiao family, the Niu family, the Liu family, and Emperor Hao kept each other in check, maintaining a relatively peaceful coexistence.

Milan's umbrella was blown crooked by the wind, but it did not stop her journey. Before long, Milan arrived.

The Qin Empire, the Parthian Empire, the Kushan Empire, and the Eastern Han Empire were the only cosmopolitan great powers of this era.

With a "bang," the moment the flame kissed the lamp oil, a violent explosion erupted, startling the Kushan army into a series of involuntary flinches.

Liu Fan said, "I have heard people say that Master Jia is a supreme talent and national treasure of the world, so I have come specifically to pay a visit. Eulai, bring it up!" With that, Dian Wei carried in a chest filled entirely with bamboo slips emanating a rich fragrance of ink, rather than gold and silver.

However, the very instant the Yin-Yang fish swallowed up Tong Hua's figure, a sensation of impending death arose in Dongfang Yuqing's heart.

Jiayi carried the food box over to them. With his left hand, he slowly opened the lid, while his right hand tossed a Luminescence Spell directly into the box. Immediately, as the box opened, a burst of brilliant light shone forth—fearing that the spell's effect would be poor in broad daylight, Jiayi had deliberately heightened its power, making it somewhat akin to a Flash Spell.

"Phew, a good thing I didn't reach out myself," he thought with a sense of lingering fear. He hadn't felt a thing just now; had he reached out his hand, he doubted his fingers could have been recovered.

Taichu had once spoken to Zhenyuanzi about Hongjun, who was a close friend of Taichu. Zhenyuanzi considered himself a junior and did not dare to act presumptuously here.

The Second Sect Master accepted the box and silently recited the incantation of the formation. A stream of purplish-golden true qi drifted out from the box's seal, transforming into a line of text: *'Those below the Ninth Rank shall have their killing intent overwhelm their minds within ten steps!'*

These burrowing voles had been in close contact with radium for several days. It seemed they had indeed run into trouble, looking utterly listless and devoid of any energy.

Inside the Neon Imperial Palace, the Neon Emperor, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by an attendant. Upon seeing these documents and videos on the internet, coupled with the comments of the netizens, he was suddenly so enraged that he spat a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Especially that cat-clan ancestor who had walked out from primeval antiquity; not only did his long sleeves dance in the wind, but he also had old ties with the Daoist Sovereign, and having even survived boundless tribulations, he was a peak Great Luo existence on the verge of condensing his Dao fruit.

After watching for a moment, A-Ling suddenly remembered that she had watched Tianyi go in with her own eyes. Now that both she and Stardust were here, where on earth had Tianyi gone?

She saw that the theater, which could accommodate five hundred people, was completely full, with an occupancy rate exceeding 80%. Such an occupancy rate was impressive enough to rival some Hollywood blockbusters, which naturally filled Li Feng with great anticipation for this movie.

Li Xun did not know whether he should smile or not. Twitching the corners of his mouth, he took another step forward, finally standing side-by-side with Qingyin.

Su Ruoshui closed in step by step, inching toward Ye Gu Yuanhong. Ye Gu Yuanhong's stern face bore not a trace of warmth—neither the scorching heat of doting affection nor the icy chill of disgust. He simply watched her quietly.