Judging by that look of relish on his face, he had clearly recovered from the blow he had taken earlier.

At least where Wei Zhao was concerned, he had finally put himself in his proper place.

Throughout all the discussion around him, Mo Erliang showed not the slightest reaction, as though none of it had anything to do with him.

Wei Zhao frowned slightly.

For some reason, he could not shake the feeling that the other man might vanish at any moment.

But...

Wan Ying was taken aback; then she took her leave. "Thank you for your kindness, General Hu. I—I have business to attend to, so I will say farewell for now. When I have the chance, I will come to your residence again to thank you and your lady wife." Without so much as a backward glance, she turned and walked away.

"Hmph! So what if she is an official's wife? A prince who breaks the law is judged no differently from a commoner—you had better not shelter anyone!" the vegetable vendor shouted.

"Damn it! They really live up to their surname—they're set on squeezing out every last bit of advantage for the rest of their lives," Yang Meng said indignantly.

...to bide his time and rise again. And since he himself was the enemy's chief target, he hoped his brothers might slip through this disaster. "Brother Dong... we're not going," every brother present said in unison, their voices choked, as sorrowful as if it were a parting of life and death.

"You don't have to give up cultivating your other arts! The path to growing stronger doesn't necessarily mean learning my ways!" Hearing Jiang Shan's words and looking at the torn, conflicted face before him, the King of Hell truly found it rather amusing.

The Sage King's words just now—surely they had not been meant as an order to teach him directly, had they? What he had said was "if you want to." What did that imply?

The sea glittered with broken light, and gulls flew low. The sapphire-blue sky was so beautiful that one begrudged even a blink. The sea breeze stirred stray strands of hair, and sleeves and skirts fluttered.

He strode forward, planted himself in front of the doctor, and swung with both hands, delivering two vicious slaps.

On her end, Huo Xi hung up on Shangguan Jingshi, mortified and furious. She went first to the restroom to wash her face so that it would stop burning so red, and only then did she go to Principal Bai's room next door.

Because this world perhaps no longer needed yin-yang masters; perhaps, even if they still existed, they had all become something like guides.

At the sound, the brothers dodged in a flash, but several of them were still hit by bullets and lay on the ground, their lives in doubt.

Junzi was in the villa at the side, going over the matters needing attention. The guards were now split into two squads: Junzi led one, chiefly responsible for daytime security of the villa and for Lin Tian's safety when he went out; the other, led by Huang Zhan, was chiefly responsible for security in the villa district at night. The two squads could be shifted flexibly and coordinated with one another.

Han Feng walked very slowly, as though he too understood that a single rash move on his part might well end both his life and Hu Xuexian's together.

Fairly speaking, Tao Ran was genuinely beautiful, but the fact that she had come to him of her own accord made Zhang Beinan feel rather odd about it.

...m's head, Sikong Hong struck him down. By then the golden Hundred-Insect Sword had also fallen into his hand. "Don't get bogged down in the fight—finish it before they enter high-speed mode!" Yet, to his surprise, Yi Bin gave no reply at all.

Later the matter was quietly left to fade, and when only Wei Shenwu, a Golden Core cultivator, remained in Tai'an Sect, the first two characters of the sect's name naturally became his dao name.

At four in the morning, Lin Tian slipped quietly back into the hotel. Looking at Laura sleeping sweetly on the bed, he smiled, took off his clothes, and, holding her, drifted off to sleep as well.

"What is the situation at the mine now—do you know?" Councilor Hua's earlier warmth and amiability had vanished completely.

Five days later, Xiao Fan drove his newly bought Rolls-Royce toward the Mu family villa in the Western Hills. This time, he was going to propose marriage.

This time all the great cultivators of Purple Mansion realm and above were away on campaigns, slaughtering and fighting abroad, and now the demonic beasts had just happened to come charging in—it was the best chance to deal with Wang Qingshan. A pity they could not take him alive.

Diga rolled with the momentum and came up in a half-crouch, gazing into the distance. Whether it was some kind of maladjustment, he could not say; Diga shook his head, and only then shifted his gaze to Golzan.