40. A Turn in the Mountains Does Not Ensure a Turn in the Path

Things have come to this, and there is nothing left to say.

Uesugi Eiji had indeed told them not to use their Spirit Words on ordinary people—especially Wakaba Mutsumi's "Flash," as the bloody scene of a decapitation could easily cause psychological trauma to anyone, including herself.

However, he had also said that when it is time to draw the blade, it must be drawn properly. They had not failed to learn where to strike to instantly incapacitate someone. The case where a female medical student from the University of Tokyo stabbed her cheating boyfriend twenty-six times and it was still classified as only minor injury served as the clearest proof.

General Ming had been dragged in from the palace gates, and all along the way, an inexplicable sense of unease lingered in the depths of his heart.

A-Jiao flatly refused, her tone so resolute that it sounded as though she would rather throw herself into an ice spring than raise this infant.

Zou Yitian led his team to search starting from the first floor of the second unit, while Zhang Ning led her team up the stairs, heading straight for the second floor.

Liang Xu felt that Li Chuan's behavior was abnormal. Suddenly recalling how the two of them had added each other as friends, could something have happened between them that he knew nothing about?

It was not that Pan Yang did not trust Yuan Bao'er; rather, ask anyone who practiced immortality—who could possibly resist such a massive temptation?

Immediately, he tried to sense it with his soul power. The soul ring of the Three-Eyed Ice Demon Spider did not reject him, which made him let out an involuntary breath of relief.

Qin Jiufeng raised his right hand, aiming it at that eye, and a flash of white light appeared.

If his own strength had been enough to truly terrify him, things would not look the way they did right now.

Leaving aside the fact that a funeral was to be held in the next couple of days, and that in terms of hierarchical relationships, a leader should always come over to the residence to drink a couple of modest cups of wine; even on ordinary days, when friends and brothers invited you to their homes for a drink, it shouldn't have been a problem at all, right?

The dance finally came to an end. This single piece left Zhang Wei drenched in sweat, and seeing that Tang Yan had no intention of letting go, he had no choice but to continue holding her in that stiff embrace.

When all the online friends realized that Chu Feng had truly been targeted by a sniper rifle's assassination attempt, and that it was happening precisely during the live broadcast—

Ling'er did not stand on ceremony with You Jingyan at all, rattling off a long list of her favorite things in a rapid-fire manner.

The middle-aged man took away Luo Sanyang's remains and journeyed far into the depths of the universe, never to return. He must have perished as well.

Although when Chu Feng left yesterday, she had already realized that he had not touched her, her mind still kept recalling those shy scenes inside the palace. This made her feel deeply ashamed, yet she could not help herself.

Yet why was it that he could firmly suppress him, while the terrifying surges of Immortal Dao power were unable to shatter that single finger imbued with divine might?

This kind of divine majesty was simply too overwhelming to endure. Fortunately, there was a vast ocean below, otherwise countless lives would have been plunged into misery, and mountains and rivers would have been completely destroyed.

As the military council began, Han Liang and Han Zhi appeared rather awkward. The two brothers each led generals and officers, standing on the left and right sides of the sand table. The speakers differed as well, with Zhuge Liang leading the left side and Xu Shu leading the right.

With a pat on his storage pouch, the "Heart-Breaker" sword abruptly leaped from its scabbard, and an intensely biting chill immediately rushed toward his face.

While they were speaking, the commoners outside had also gathered around. Hearing the monks chanting "Enemy of Buddha!" in unison, they could not help whispering to one another.

They saw that the phantom was engulfed in a brilliant, dazzling blue light, radiant and shimmering with colorful light. A sphere of energy formed in his palm, and an oppressive, freezing cold swept outward like a tidal wave. With a double-palmed thrust, the icy light sphere hurtled directly toward Wu Hao.

It was April, precisely the time for planting cotton. Xue Li did not want the seeds she had worked so hard to harvest to be wasted like this. Half a month ago, she had already begun drying the seeds in the sun.

"Well, Jing-ge, are there any saplings for sale nearby? At the beginning of the year, we'll go buy some saplings to plant all around the front and back of the house. Right here, we'll plant a few peach trees; right here, pear trees; and over here, apricot trees and cherry trees." Xue Li smiled as she drank her wine, planning the greenery around her house, her eyes curving into crescent shapes with her smile.

"You must be the patient's family member." The doctor looked at Leng Zhiqing, his gaze carrying a hint of blame and displeasure.