Volume 1, Chapter 37: Juro Teaches Me

Wang Junkai glanced back at them. After all, they had been brothers for many years; from those few words and that look just now, he knew that Yang Qin was also a special existence in Qianxi's heart. He just didn't know what exactly he was hesitating about, and he hoped they would be alright.

Inside the mecha cockpit, Fedad’s face was pale, and one leg kept trembling. He was feeling lingering fear; during the previous battle, although he had also been afraid, his tensed nerves and high level of concentration had suppressed the terror in his heart.

He knew he had asked something he shouldn't have. How could the other party tell him about such confidential matters?

He had just obtained the Rasengan and wanted to test its power, so he naturally had no mood to pay attention to Terumi Mei.

The sound of babbling water and birds chirping filled the air, but there were no other human sounds. Could it be that there were no people here? Li Mingzhu searched for a long time, but she could not find a single clue.

"I originally planned to unite with the barbarians to lure all the troops to the border. The Regent would definitely not sit idly by!" Beiyifan only said half of the plan, but Beiyixuan had already grasped the implication behind it.

The question seemed to pass by without a ripple, yet she did not notice that a pair of eyes, especially bright after some drinking, had been watching her ever since she spoke.

Bai Yaning clutched her abdomen, groaning in pain. The irony was that she had naively believed Qin Hanhan would never hurt her.

At the first light of dawn the next day, Niu Aihua could wait no longer. She walked out of the house and whistled toward the east, and an eagle flew out from that direction.

"Hey, do you still need me to take the initiative to pull you up?" After a while, seeing no movement but afraid to move her own body rashly, Jessica Jung’s expression and tone turned somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

The two of them chatted about the Chongming Bird at first, but after Xuanyuan Xixi’s gaze lingered on Jin Lian'er's legs for a moment, the topic shifted elsewhere.

"Damn it!" The burly man’s eyes widened in shock. With a shake of his wrist, he flipped his giant axe and slashed at Meng Fan again, but unexpectedly, Meng Fan disappeared into thin air, moving so lightly that he didn't stir a breeze, swifter than a ghost.

Having said that, the Taoist Burning Lamp kept one hand pressed firmly on Su Yuan's shoulder while his other hand suddenly raised. A green light flew from his sleeve, striking the gravekeeper.

At this moment, Meng Fan did not know that his previous commotion in the Sword Tomb had awakened a white fox.

Yang Ting sat there, letting Ye Wan inspect his wounds. His long hair fell onto his legs, tickling him.

Shortly after, Lee Seung-gi arrived as well. He had essentially followed T-ara; in fact, he had already spoken to Park So-yeon on the phone, otherwise how would he have known they were coming? He had only just prepared to depart then, so even though he was closer in distance, he was still a step behind.

It was just that she certainly had no way to face them calmly in a short period of time, let alone hold a direct conversation.

Turning on the lights to look at the layout of the room, it was hard to feel comfortable, which was perhaps no wonder why none of them chose to stay in this one.

The old man had profound cultivation. Although he had been ambushed and it was already too late by the time he realized it, he managed to forcefully twist his body at the critical moment to avoid a vital strike.

However, at this moment, she really needed to thank Yi Yuefeng for not being overcome by lust and taking her back to his residence, but this Prince Zhenning’s mansion had also become unsafe as a result.

After Cheng Yun left, the atmosphere in the room was awkward for a while. Cheng Shi didn't know what to say, and Zhou Chu didn't know what to say either. The two stayed like that for a long time, but they spoke almost simultaneously.

"Hehe, Mr. Mu, I actually don't think Big Niu is what you imagine him to be. Honestly, I’ve always thought that the power behind this Li Daniu is extraordinary," Principal Hu said quite seriously.

The head of the Han family didn't specify exactly which place, but Lu Rourou knew where he was pointing: it was too close to Liuyin Street.

The bright sun sank at some unknown time after watching this farce! In the Xiaoyao Sect, the matter concerning Li Ning had completely exploded.

Pei Junhao nodded, watching as he set up an IV drip for Mu Zhihan. He waved for everyone else to leave, then sat by the bed, watching Mu Zhihan, who was flushed with fever. He reached out to touch her burning forehead, then turned to get a cold towel and gently wiped it.

"Don't tell me you're the master now?" A soft voice sounded behind the shopkeeper, the tone gentle, yet the words carried a sinister murderous intent.

Yang Lefan loved hearing such humble words. He glanced at Yao Dahai and muttered to himself, "See that? That’s low-key, that’s the most badass way to show off. Once we beat Wang Yu’s men until they are looking for their teeth on the floor, that will be truly cool."

Ah Feng finally buried her face in Jiang Ming's arms. Listening to the heartbeat coming from Jiang Ming's chest, although her shyness remained, her heart felt incredibly secure.

"I understand, Mother." Kong Lingyu had never seen her mother look so terrifying; she nodded repeatedly, not daring to say more.

Lady Kang sighed. Just as she was about to speak, a sudden change occurred. One of the Hu cavalrymen guarding Li Mao shouted something and raised his sword from behind to hack down.

"Then you tell me, what kind of price should we pay to reach a cooperation? Of course, we have no money, no equipment, and even less food, after all, we don't even have enough for ourselves." Li Zhihan glared fiercely at Park Dong-kwon before calmly asking Jia Xu.

It was clearly just the most ordinary of mass-market meals, but Pei Qingxi felt dazed, thinking that the way he ate with such composure in the faint morning light had a captivating quality. Pei Qingxi stared blankly, almost unable to look away.

What was going on? Bai Xiaoyi suppressed the surprise in his heart, squeezed out an expression of righteous indignation, and pointed at the three of them.

One arrow, whether due to bad luck or a poor shot, hit a certain part of his lower body. Blood was slowly dripping down, and he was holding his lower body, screaming in pain.

"Look at yourself, you've become so haggard these past few days, there are dark circles around your eyes, you're not pretty anymore!" Xu Yi said.

A disagreement arose, but one-third of the altar-master level figures immediately expressed their support for Ji Wuming. The elder-level figures were all shrewd, yet none of them spoke to state their position.

On another weekend afternoon, Wei Anran clung to Fu Ziheng, vowing to eat back that previous meal.

A trace of sorrow appeared in Zeng Jiuniang's eyes. She had thought she would grit her teeth or even pounce to fight, but in the end, she did nothing.

Clearly, the Qingqiu Fox Tribe had struck again, aiming their spearhead at the three Transcending Tribulation ancestors of the Su Mansion.