Volume 1, Chapter 151: A Youth Can Never Be Young Again

The air in the room stagnated for a second. Looking at Zhang Weidong in disbelief once more, Li Ying said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I am your..."

As she spoke, Chang Jingtong tilted her head and instinctively glanced backward, immediately spotting something amiss.

However, when Cao Kun's figure completely vanished, the last trace of expectation in her heart also dissolved.

Because Sun Wei had failed to repay the fifty thousand yuan he promised to return, Wang Shanshan had been in an extremely low mood for the past few days.

With an overbearing entrance and a fierce, menacing demeanor, he mimicked tiger claws at the customers in the shop, instantly startling everyone present into hugging their heads, screaming, and fleeing in all directions.

Before long, the atmosphere inside the private dining room gradually returned to what it had been before Ling Xiang entered.

Lin He's attitude left Jiang An baffled—was she angry or not? Did she take it to heart?

If you were to remove the first and last segments and keep only the middle portion, it would look precisely like an infidelity video.

At the lead was a tall-stately middle-aged man holding a long sword, emanating a sharp, fierce aura.

The reason she could still remember those memories was simply that the fire had been far too profound, etching itself permanently into her mind.

Against the backdrop of the gloomy rain curtain, night fell even earlier. The entire village grew so quiet that only the sound of the rain remained, giving one the illusion of being stranded on an isolated island.

"No problem," Wen Yu said. Naturally, he would not easily let go of Gao Fengguo's remnants. As for these remnants, it would have been fine had they kept to themselves, but since they were foolish enough to repeatedly attempt assassinations against him, he certainly would not show them any mercy. Kill them—that was an absolute necessity.

Barring any unexpected turns, the fierce and menacing middle-aged man before them was the Nine-Headed Blood Dragon mentioned by Dragon Soul. Judging by the sinister and evil aura emanating from him, it was indeed enough to make one's heart tremble and hair stand on end.

Rodney took a deep breath. At this moment, the expressions of all the ship-girls had changed—shifting from the guilt of being unable to help and merely holding Zheng Yu and the others back, to a look of absolute resolve as they made up their minds.

What did winning or losing matter? Could it lead to a promotion and wealth, or catapult one to great success? Aside from an empty reputation, what practical gains could it possibly bring?

During the Western Han Dynasty, the people of Gushi, deeply annoyed by the frequent demands for food and water made by passing Han envoys, often attacked and plundered the envoys dispatched by the Han Dynasty, or acted as spies for the Xiongnu, guiding them to ambush and intercept the Han envoys.

Looking at Qingyang and the Black Nether Ghost Dragon, two masters of the Sea Emperor Palace, Qin Lang extended a warm and enthusiastic invitation, his eyes glowing with vigor.

In truth, Vice Minister Bai failed to consider why Grand Secretary Xu and the other prominent figures had adopted such ambiguous and vague attitudes toward Li You this time, rather than being at daggers drawn as before. Could it really be purely out of caution?

It was precisely because of his intuition that the moment he shot, even though Shevchenko had been shoved to the ground by Terry, he still leaped straight back up from the floor, preparing to celebrate.

"Having now received the divine decree of the Central Yellow Taiyi True God, I confer upon you the title of General, Vanguard Pioneer for Subduing Demons and Pacifying Monsters under the Tent of the Grand Preceptor of Heaven. Devote your heart to the Dao and safeguard the orthodox tradition!" Zhang Jiao bestowed a military title upon Dian Wei, intending to keep this fierce warrior by his side to serve as his trump card and loyal enforcer.

Fabregas put in a sluggish performance throughout the match. Perhaps the moment he walked into the Camp Nou stadium, the moment he saw the huge banners hung up by the fans welcoming him home, his heart had already been shaken and lacked firmness.

"It is enough that the Dowager Princess is safe and sound; that alone fulfills the purpose of our long journey," Xuan Yuanhaotian said.