Volume 1, Chapter 65: His Majesty Has Become Wealthy

Seeing Fang Yang's expression of utter repulsion, Chu Xiong stroked his beard and said with profound meaning, "There are many times when things happen even if you don't want them to. People are often helpless against circumstances."

Fang Yang nodded non-committally, saying nothing more.

Back then, the boss of the East District was being pressed to the point of suffocation by the West District Gang, and Guo Dalu had patted his chest, guaranteeing that he would vent that anger for him.

At the same time, another pair of hands reached out from beneath the snow, flicking to shoot two cold stars into his ankles.

Others might genuinely be unaware, but as the captain of the Victory Team, he should know at least some information, given that his clearance level ought to be sufficient.

This time, Dou Jiahui was somewhat provoked. Guzi was right; he had indeed gone to meet an internet friend.

By midnight, Zeyan glanced at Ruoli sleeping soundly in his arms, vanished in a flash to carry her back to the Jingtan Hall, and did not leave until just before dawn.

Chief Secretary Zhao very diligently drafted a petition of grievance for Qin Fengyi, ordering couriers to deliver it to the capital at a gallop of eight hundred li a day.

"Vampire?" Upon hearing this, Daigo and Rena were both extremely surprised, never expecting the matter to be linked to vampires.

Xue Na also worked exceptionally hard. Having followed him for less than a year, she was already nearly ready to graduate, which spoke volumes about Zhu Qi's innate talent.

He was very tall, towering over Wang Dong by at least a head, something he had always been immensely proud of. If anyone tried to tease him about it, not only would he not get angry, but he would even look quite smug.

"You're the one playing the hero, but do you know how worried I was when you caused that uproar in the Qinwu Empire?" Ai Ye said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Humans, or rather the national governments of ordinary humans, had already reached an agreement with it, willing to assist its avatar in carrying out matters behind the scenes. Although these crafty individuals had not directly broken ties with the Salvation Society, from Kyubey's perspective, this was already sufficient.

It was the same piece of music. He had already written down the score and committed it firmly to memory. Playing it here now naturally lacked the stumbles and starts of the original attempt.

Although the teaching quality of the thirteenth-ranked Acupressure Boxing Gymnasium could not possibly be too terrible no matter how poor it was, everything suffered by comparison.

"Senior Brother! I've heard all about what happened. Xin'er does not believe that Senior Brother could be a demonic cultivator!" Hua Xin'er declared with a resolute tone.

What made Makoto Ito even more jealous was that the face of the demonic headmaster on the bed was separated from that plump fullness by a mere hair's breadth. He was certain that if the movement to tidy the pillow were just slightly larger, the other's nose tip would undoubtedly graze the very peak of that bounty.

The sun broke through the dark clouds, casting shimmering, gold-fragment ripples across the water's surface. His steps were heavy, lifting high and crashing down heavily, splashing water a foot high, and everything was dyed in colors, becoming unreal.

Along the way, Rong Jin felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles. Putting the few of them together made things so awkward she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground. To break the deadlock, Rong Jin asked a few questions about the Cheng family, prompting the two older sisters to speak again.

Gao Hong looked up, watching with rapt attention, envy gradually welling up in his eyes. The martial way was experiencing a revival, and Master Yuan Sheng and Zhou An were the living proof.

If the opponent was truly practicing cultivation in this place, wouldn't this location be exceedingly dangerous?

Naturally, there were people watching the battle here, among whom were quite a few cultivators from the Eastern Domain who recognized this young man in black.

The phantom of the Ancestor of Savagery smiled and waved his right hand, whereupon he and Dong Bufan vanished directly from the spot. As for Dong Bufan, he only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and when he recovered his senses, he found himself standing inside a grand hall.

Liang Jin leaned back against the scholar tree and let out a long sigh. What should she do? Just ignore Gu Yan's illness? But she had already given him her word, and she had also promised the matriarch of the Gu family that she would definitely cure his leg affliction and enable him to stand and walk again.