Volume 1, Chapter 58: Eating Mutton Paomo
"Why did you stop screaming?" Gu Nanzhou asked with a mischievous chuckle as he slowly drew close to the other's ear, nibbling on his earlobe while smilingly demanding an answer.
"The window is open! It'll be bad if the neighbors hear us."
Just as the two brothers remained silently speechless, trying to conserve a bit of their energy... a sound of footsteps echoed, and then a squad of shadow guards appeared before them.
What was just a patch of barren land moments ago was now covered with emerald-green watermelon seedlings. Stretching as far as the eye could see was a sea of vibrant green, drawing butterflies and bees from afar to flock into this verdant world.
As soon as she finished speaking, she glided upward into the air. Calendar Master, Jiang Lu, and Lady Blood Butterfly followed closely by her sides, while Tian Guang also leaped forward, waiting for her command to press the Seven-Star Pearl Grass in his hand into the recess on the bronze gate together.
However, a shocking thing happened. Even though Yuanhong produced only a single flash of sword qi, it danced through the air with an unstoppable and overwhelming momentum, resembling a bolt of purple lightning streaking across the sky. It shattered the defense formed by gathered qi into blades and surged straight toward Jiang Lu's throat with relentless determination.
The corners of Da Siming's mouth curled into an increasingly cold sneer, yet she could not guess what this wicked rogue was up to. With just a few words from him, Loulan seemed to possess virtually no value at all.
At the mere thought of her hometown folk who held such earnest expectations for her, Megumi Tadokoro felt as though dark clouds were pressing down upon her head. Nervous, she squatted on the ground, frantically writing the kanji for "human" on her palm over and over and swallowing them.
"Relying solely on brute force is nothing more than the behavior of a reckless brute. If someone like you were to govern a country, you would undoubtedly become a tyrant against whom the people would rebel." Artoria felt a sense of disappointment that her expectations weren't met, though she wondered if those words might have been a bit too harsh.
Sephiroth closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and only then withdrew his hand.
However, before the enraged creature could finish its roar, Zhai Nan extended a foot and kicked it heavily right in the face.
Trembling continuously, his armor rattled in time with the frequency of his shakes. Gilgamesh was trembling with such fury that he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Jiang Qing glared at Housekeeper Wang, but ultimately didn't dare to disturb the old master any further, and in the end, she could only storm downstairs in resentment.
Her gaze shifted to Ning Yue's face, and for a fleeting second, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of unfamiliarity.
Here, the gaps between "people" had been locked by an invisible force, making it utterly impossible for anyone to cut in line and move forward. It was said that this barrier was specially established because the supernatural beings and spirits of the Three Realms attending the Grand Market were far too crowded, out of fear that uneven stampedes might break out among everyone.
Look at this pair of autumnal, wave-like peach blossom eyes, look at these alluring red lips that seem ready to drip, look at this full chest, slender waist, and beautiful legs.
Her eyes narrowed unnaturally; regardless of the reason she had ended up here, it was good news for her. Since heaven refused to snuff her out, she could hardly be blamed for being ruthless! Now that the heavens had granted her a chance at rebirth, she would naturally make good use of this new identity to survive.
"You're not even his direct disciple, merely a successor he picked up halfway down the road. Why care about him so much?" Qin Honghua said with dissatisfaction.
It was as if their relationship was identical to his own; otherwise, how could the company that Song Chenxi rightfully obtained end up becoming his?
After purchasing the seeds for three mu of spiritual fields, he had only fifty low-grade spiritual stones left, and he wouldn't see any returns or income until five months later.
"Elder Shi, there's no need to waste words with them. Just make your move and help me get rid of them. Today, I'm going to throw their corpses straight into the crimson magma," Shi Dong roared furiously.
"I'll accompany you back first. Someone who is pregnant shouldn't be wandering around everywhere. What if the child gets hurt?" Huangfu Yuexun softened his tone, giving Moshi Liang goosebumps. So this was how a man's cringe-inducing affection manifested.