Forty-five dogs

“So that’s how it is, but I must say, it’s the first time I’ve seen a servant unable to recognize their own master.” As she spoke, Jiang Yunji covered her mouth, laughing softly.

Nie Dan sensed something was amiss. Pei Yi gripped his blade, lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Se. Jiang Se kept her head bowed, expression calm, and between them lingered the tension of a brewing storm.

“This won’t do. If we keep retreating, there will be nothing left,” Man Zhe said with concern.

Indeed, in films, the inception of the inner world often has another cause: either Sharon or Rose is in danger, or believes herself to be threatened.

Huo Feng could not help but pursue the glow of that old tiger—a warmth that had comforted him last year.

“Yu Sen!” An iron object was hurled toward Cao Yu Sen. Jin Sheng’s throw was uncannily accurate; they had been trained in such throws, and precision was paramount.

“I’d like to help you, but unfortunately, it’s not my specialty. My face is stiff as a board,” Bai Zezhi said, touching her own cheek.

The unity of mind and hand belongs to the realm of skill: when the mind conceives, the blade follows, arriving precisely where intended—not a fraction short or a fraction long. This is the harmony of spirit and body.

In the years that followed, Zuo Zai visited the underwater tunnels of Hong Kong, Japan, and many others, finally realizing that these passages were built within the rock beneath the sea, not above the water. Cheng Lie had not lied to her—there truly were no fish to be seen in those tunnels.

Charging into the grand cathedral of Viotio, Lu Xun glided through the air like a bat, landing squarely atop the head of a stunned middle-aged man. He sprang again, leaping onto the second tier of cultists suspended by ropes on wooden ladders, knocking them down and rescuing Sybil.

Yu Changjun snatched the bodhi fruit from Wang Xin’s hand, and together with his own, returned them both to Yang Chen.

Upon reaching the city gate, Jun Jiu discovered it wide open, shrouded in thick mist. People passed in and out through the haze, utterly unperturbed, as if it were perfectly ordinary—a sight they were long accustomed to.

Now, being laughed at by him, she felt both embarrassed and annoyed. How could he laugh at her so easily? Did she have no dignity left?

Only then did everyone turn their attention to the pagoda, for it had withstood the onslaught of demonic energy. Could it be a powerful artifact?

When had Zhang Zuolin, the great commander, ever made such a gesture—showing such respect to one of his generals? Han Baihang felt both honored and deeply responsible; he knew he must give his utmost.

Several times, Yang Shiyun wanted to call Qin Liang, but each time she hesitated and put the phone down. She had no idea where Qin Liang was, who was with him, or if calling him out of the blue might bring him trouble—or danger.

After the collapse of the light pillar, thousands of gleaming treasures spilled out, scattered in all directions—these were the spoils brought forth by the eruption of the Mirage Sea.

“Come, try this second river of stars—see if it can lead you out of chaos,” Emperor Stardust said with a faint smile. Then, with a gesture of his right hand, the starry river cascaded down from above like a waterfall.

She, too, noticed something was different about Luo Muyu; now, hearing Ouyang Lingzi’s words, she frowned in puzzlement and asked, unable to understand.

Neither before nor after his rebirth had Qin Hai ever known the happiness of a family reunion on New Year’s Eve.

Before the words had even finished, the figure had already become a blur, wielding Zhi Ge as a staff and striking with full force.

Even without the complications of Park So-yeon, Park Hyomin’s current attitude and intentions required him to tread carefully.

Cheng Ying suppressed her cultivation to a half-saint, yet still felt the overwhelming threat of Ling Xiao’s punch.

The next morning, Yan Jun, having felt safe through the night, dozed briefly at dawn.

Qin Hai was startled. He had only met Ji Wuhua once—when she asked him to massage her. Could she have known he was an impostor even then?

No time to think—pain seared his chest, coursed through his whole body. His spiritual energy slipped from control, and, with his wings swept away by the river of stars, he plummeted toward the arena floor.

Blood Rakshasa spoke as Zhihong had: in their eyes, his chances of victory were less than one percent?

“With your meticulous plotting, how could we be well? … What exactly did you send to His Majesty to anger him so?” Shangguan Fei demanded, furious.

With a whoosh, I burst forth, unleashing the Wind Song steps without reservation. If I lost the Blood Jade Skeleton now, the consequences would be unthinkable.

In the hidden chamber beneath the basement, Liu Haiyan was found—her body covered in blood, wounds like spiderwebs, lying prone, her fate uncertain.

“Well, it’s not so bad—a bath in the middle of the night would be worthwhile. But… it all depends on whether our sister Fei’er dares,” Da Zi said, glancing at Chen Fei’er.