Volume 1, Chapter 37: Are You Trying to Draw a Line Between Us?

Just after asking the question, Lin Zhishao suddenly recalled a social survey stating that the period a man can remain faithful while away from home absolutely never exceeds 285 days.

The news of Yan Yang having his arm hacked off had caused quite a stir, and Yin Ruomei had naturally heard of it. She hurried over, knowing that Qian Yun would surely pass this way, so she hid here to wait for him, hoping to see him one last time before leaving the sect.

People only feel that time drags on interminably when they are in the greatest pain, and Huang Youliang was indeed in immense agony. His sensations were vivid, but unfortunately, he could not utter a word.

As the second elder, he was the most powerful and influential figure in the Yang family after the grand elder, ranking only below the patriarch and the grand elder himself. Thus, his opposition to Yang Qi naturally swayed others, and Yang Yu was one such example.

Our young master Lin spent his days daydreaming. Even Murong Lanxue grew suspicious and could not help but ask about it.

He realized that if he appeared weak, this powerful patron would likely not help him; conversely, the more assertive he acted, the more Mu Yan would value him.

Amidst enchanting flowers, drifting pollen, and colorful butterflies, Lin Tian continued forward, but suddenly, his footsteps grew heavy.

Through repeated reconnaissance of the sine wave, the intelligence gathered became increasingly rich and detailed, and the data on the combat units grew ever more accurate.

These were naturally two different concepts, but it at least indicated that in Yang Qi's view, Zhang Wuji was not someone impossible to surpass.

Ji Ruxue was helped down from the Ice Crystal Magic Eagle by two accompanying disciples. She glared at everything with venomous eyes, though she could only harbor her resentment in silence.

"A good show is about to begin." The thought crossed Mu Xue's mind the next moment, her eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.

Left with no choice, Frankie had to obtain Molina's contact information through the submarine club again. Fortunately, due to the nature of his work, Molina did not have the habit of turning off his phone; otherwise, Frankie would have become a laughingstock in the European media—to hold an awards ceremony and be unable to find the winner would truly be a damn mess.

If Lin Xier could capture Pokémon, then Pokémon Trainers could also capture Lin Xier directly.

She dared not touch him, fearing this might be just a dream, and that the moment she made contact, the dream would shatter.

More of those who failed to be selected, including Brother Leopard and Huang Mao, beat their chests and stamped their feet in disappointment and regret, their heads hanging low in utter dejection. They loved the sport of football deeply and viewed the Daoist football team as a hallowed institution, feeling immense sorrow that they could not join.

Yubing had a sudden thought: she had seen Tianhong’s lips turn purple from thirst earlier; how wonderful it would be if he could have a bowl of soy milk right now.

At this moment, everyone turned their eyes toward the technological product behind Qin Lang, their gazes filled with a strange luster.

She felt a sense of pity for the young designer; he was arguably the youngest designer on their program, but this time, he was destined to be a mere supporting role.

This was the champion-level power belonging to Lin Xier, the Iron Body technique, one of the Six Styles of champion-level skills.

Consort Hui watched as Consort Ding and Yewan walked in hand-in-hand, her eyes flickering with surprise. Since when had Consort Ding and Yewan become so close?

Tilting her head to think for a moment, Yun Ling'er looked the young man up and down. Suddenly, she reached out to lift the hem of his robe, only to find his right trouser leg rolled up to his knee, a cloth strip tied around it, and the flesh below the knee had turned pitch black.

So-called tactics involve having a sufficient understanding of the opponent and enough counter-leverage, and only by acting ahead of time to anticipate the enemy can one restrict others. It is just like playing Go: one move determines the entire board.

Liu Zaiyi was quite obedient this time, immediately bringing over the chess set. As for Fan Zhixiang, as long as Wu Ling'er didn't cause trouble, he wouldn't object to however she wanted to play. Moreover, he was truly curious about her chess skills, so he pulled up a stool beside the daybed to watch.

It was not until they received the notification from the "Canghai Academy" that the deadline had arrived and that, regardless of whether their tasks were completed, everyone must finish their missions and return to the classroom immediately.

Bai Xue'er let out a sigh of relief. She would stall for as long as she could, hoping only that he would not commit any heinous acts for the sake of the child in her womb.

The realms of immortals and demons entered an unprecedented state of high alert, and the originally playful Donghua Dijun turned serious.

The Northwest First Restaurant remained deeply rooted in people's hearts due to the unique influence of its watermelons. However, as the Daoxiang Village restaurant grew increasingly popular, more and more people would come to know that one of its shareholders was none other than the man who grew those delicious watermelons.

Yiye Zhiqiu also retreated to her side, quietly equipping his weapons and casting an appraisal spell.

Inside the shop, the back kitchen was locked tight. The chefs, including Aunt Yin Yang, stood outside waiting—this was the old rule: whenever the "Supreme Ocean Casserole" was being prepared, no outsiders were allowed in the kitchen except for Old Master Yin. Everyone was accustomed to this and felt no resentment.

Wu Song pressed his hands downward, signaling that if the enemy did not move, neither would they. Su Quan understood and turned to glare coldly at the hidden ambushers.

Wu Song could stay here for another fifteen days, which made her very happy. But with the whole city on high alert, Gao Qiu, having lost his son, could not openly seek revenge; yet he was a meticulous man who would surely frame Wu Song with the crime of assassinating the Emperor, though he initially dared not search the private residence.

Tina stared blankly at Jia Zhengjin until, after he repeated himself several times while gesticulating wildly, she finally understood. She then let him apply the herbs to her wound once more and bandage it up.

Whether it was Shen Qianyu’s previous quadra-kill or the recent tower-dive kill on Zhang Liang, to him, both actions carried immense risk.

My eyes were fixed on the road ahead, my foot pressed firmly on the accelerator as I sped forward. All I could feel was my own trembling heartbeat and the streetlights flashing rapidly past on either side.