Volume 1, Chapter 53: Purging the Canal Gang

"What on earth is the use of this dagger to you?" Murong Xue asked, seeing that he remained silent all this time.

In fact, Ruan Jingfeng was naturally aware that this flying sword was quite good, but he had no idea what Qin Feng was really getting at.

Long Jing almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. She actually asked him, "Who are you?" He really wanted to tear her to pieces.

"Of course you can." Li Yi reined in his exuberant temperament, returning to the composed demeanor appropriate for his age. He truly looked like an uncle—a handsome uncle.

Meanwhile, Liunian was hiding in Si Lvhuan's arms, refusing to lift her head even slightly. From her cheeks all the way down to her neck, she was completely flushed.

As soon as they arrived home, Kaisa grabbed Cude by the ear, scolded him fiercely, and even made him kneel on a washboard.

Sometimes, she truly wondered what kind of magic Liunian had cast on Yan Yi to make him care for and cherish her so deeply.

Stage Three: When the total number of selected contestants from all countries reaches 32, further matches will be held with the primary principle of avoiding compatriots from the same country. This is known as the Asian Amateur Table Tennis Top 32. The rule of prioritizing the avoidance of compatriots will be lifted once the top eight finalists are decided.

Meanwhile, August, who possessed both top-tier tactical intelligence and supreme technique, rarely used this style of play in official matches.

"Is there still something you can't bear to let go of?" Jun Moluo had always understood her thoughts. Someone as deeply attached to life as Lin Youran would normally wish she could fly off to get treated the moment she heard she was ill, yet now she was refusing. Could it be there was still something she was lingering on here?

Just when Lin Youran thought everyone was pulling together to fight side by side, Yulan came to her side that very night, embraced her tightly, and muttered a series of baffling words.

"Uncle Dacheng, Brother Lin Yang!" Lin Chengzhou buried everything she had just heard deep inside her heart, pretending it had never happened and, even more so, that she had never heard it at all.

"You managed to come out on your own? Did you really think the campus heartthrobs could find this place?" Aike's sister, Aixi, already had fire-element energy gathered in her hands, ready to attack at any moment.

Qian Xue followed behind them, the further they walked, the more remote the terrain and rugged the woodlands became. She frowned inwardly, thinking that this radius of a hundred miles looked nothing like a place where people could live. Was she plotting something else again?

The crystal coffin was drinking blood; it was greedy. The warmth in my body was slipping away from my hands bit by bit, and my vision gradually blurred. I don't know how long it lasted before everything went black, and amidst a single gasp of astonishment, I plunged into endless darkness.

The Poison God of the Myriad Poison Sect possessed the deepest seniority and age of this generation of demonic cultivation, living several hundred years longer than anyone else. Although some were unwilling to submit to him, everyone acknowledged that the Poison God's cultivation level was the absolute highest in the Demonic Sect.

In cultivator duels, shattering the void or warping space was nothing out of the ordinary, but tearing space apart and completely reducing it to nothingness—such a feat was somewhat terrifying. Even among Supreme-level powerhouses, there were very few who could pull it off.

However, Liang Hao's past fondness for Zhou Yinshuang was an accident. Because of this plotline, I hadn't planned it at all; it was simply where the story naturally progressed, an impulsive product of its own development. If I wanted an easier writing experience, perhaps I shouldn't have introduced side plots.

"Hehe, those two guys will definitely make this waiter laugh or cry," Gao Yi thought for a moment, then cupped the back of his head and gazed at the scenery outside.

After eating for a while and easing their hunger slightly, the group tacitly stopped. Realizing there would be even better food at the upcoming banquet, they all regained their calm expressions and quietly waited for Zihun to speak, having long since thrown those previous words to the winds after their ravenous feast.

Shortly after, someone inside let out a soft cough, dragging the serious work back on track and deliberately acting as though my out-of-place potato chip had never existed.

Hua Rong shifted his body to the side without a trace, trying to put some distance between himself and Shasha. Only then did Su曼's expression look slightly better, though she still occasionally cast a piercing gaze at Hua Rong.

The God of Light materialized out of thin air from within that radiance—an old man with a long beard, though enveloped in divine light, he appeared extraordinarily sacred.

System Prompt: You have acquired the Gale Swordsman's ability, and your equipment, Wind Wolf Helmet, has been converted into the Gale Helmet.

Seeing this message, Shao Jian became even more certain: she was looking for yours truly! Consequently, Shao Jian began bantering with "her."

Among the Sacred Beast Alliance, the various beasts varied greatly in quality. Based on the purity of their ancestral bloodline, they could be roughly divided into three tiers: first, Spirit Beasts; second, Immortal Beasts; and third, Divine Beasts!

Father Lin's remark about "a mistake every man under heaven would make" completely wiped away Lin Anhang's sins. The old man was truly keeping up with international trends; after Jackie Chan used such words to excuse his own mistakes, it became an excuse for all men under heaven to err.

Therefore, on one hand, Yang Wo sent people to take over the newly acquired two prefectures; on the other hand, he rapidly accumulated grain and fodder in Yuezhou and Ezhou to prepare for the offensive against Jiangling.

These military operations required a fair amount of time, yet the number of troops needed was small, and deploying too many soldiers would limit their maneuverability. Thus, Yang Wo did not take the field personally; instead, he garrisoned himself in Qixian and entrusted the task of clearing out these fortified camps to Wang Maozhang.

Xiàtiān's expression beneath his mask flickered with panic. He only felt the shadow before his eyes flash, and a sudden chill gripped his neck.

Fu Tiansheng recounted the events that had transpired from beginning to end, then narrowed his eyes slightly as he questioned the middle-aged man opposite him.

"That's right. I'll set out for that grand market right now. You two, mother and son, rest well here and recuperate until I return," Lu Yu instructed.

According to the footage, that space was relatively large, with chaotic footprints left on the ground, presumably from Yang Guang leading the others in their escape. Anzi scrutinized the images with exceptional care.

Yet, despite seeing through nothing, he sensed nothing amiss with the liquid, perceiving no toxicity whatsoever. He promptly set his mind at ease.

"Your grandpa is right here. Are you going to burn me?" The mud figure said this to the fiery-red bird, then spun around and streaked away like a shooting star.

I gave an affirmative response, paying no mind to how Elder Mu knew about Sun Deshun. Since Sun Deshun had come looking for me based on the decision of Senior Brother Qingyun and a senior predecessor of the Sun family, Elder Mu knowing my identity was nothing unusual.

"I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend," Xia Youhan said, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she lowered her head and stopped looking at Xu Ergou.

At this very moment, even a fool could guess that Si Laohai's death did not seem like a simple accident, let alone someone like Si Laohai himself?