Volume 1, Chapter 155: Putting on a Brave Face

It is completely normal for Fairy Murong to take an interest in Chen; there is nothing impossible about it, as Chen's brilliance is obvious to everyone. Xia Huiliang shook his head, speaking in a very solemn tone as if stating an undeniable fact.

Meanwhile, the orc army, intercepted by the dwarves, fell into an awkward predicament where they could neither advance nor retreat.

Even Murong Xueer, the fairy of the Immortal Dust Sect, wore an elusive, faint smile upon her breathtakingly beautiful face.

Moreover, because Kakashi’s confidence drastically plummeted toward the end of his speech, Yamato bought none of his comforting words at all. With a light arch of her brows, she unceremoniously muttered her doubts.

The other onlookers were also immensely astonished. So this guy was such a formidable fighter; no wonder he had completely ignored the two top students.

"This is your own doing," said the middle-aged man standing beside Tang Ya's father. He was Tang Ya's second uncle.

Hard work pays off. While the martial artists in the valley were still engaged in fierce battles to seize the passageway, he finally stumbled by sheer luck to the edge of the barrier, catching sight of that sliver of light.

With that, Abel walked over to Chandi, shared half of the wild fruits he had foraged with her, and then walked back to his luggage, taking out his dry rations to eat.

In the dressing hall, many people stood guard. The emperor had already sent men along the subterranean passage to investigate where it led on the other side.

Yan Fengjia felt a sudden heaviness in his head and looked up in surprise to see Master Guigu standing on tiptoe to ruffle his hair, his gaze no longer as stern as it used to be.

Over the years, in order to inversely refine the chaotic Qi, he had continuously modified and experimented with various formations. Affected by this, the terrain surrounding Flower Fruit Mountain had undergone drastic changes, and the ley lines had become utterly chaotic as well.

Duke Ning's estate did not have Shen Yan as its only son; the wives of the eldest young master Shen and the second young master Shen were both from prestigious families, so there was no guarantee they wouldn't look down upon the third young lady.

After the silver needles entered the old man's body, Yang Chen smoothly activated the spiritual formula, combining his inner spiritual energy with the Yin-Yang Reversal Needles to jointly treat and repair the old man's bodily functions.

Zhang Tong handing out flyers really did draw in customers, but because she was absent, she couldn't handle things herself and dared not attempt to cook.

Zhang Qingya whispered a few words into Xinxui's ear, whereupon the latter nodded and withdrew. Seeing that the surroundings were deserted, she stepped out of the courtyard and headed who knows where.

To find a renowned master, the head of the Nangong family had expended countless connections, yet back then, he had only managed a brief half-day conversation with this foremost Feng Shui master of Huaxia.

Seeing how anxious she was, Zhou Yunyan didn't say another word. With a long stride, he scooped up Tang Tian and carried her directly into the men's restroom. Closing the door, he sat down on the toilet lid with Tang Tian on his lap.

If there was anything capable of quelling rumors at a time like this, it was probably "World News," an affiliate of the Zhou family.

He was inwardly pondering what major undertaking Lu Yun intended to accomplish by leading them with this massive fortune of two billion.

After resting for the night, early the next morning the Daoist priest was waiting respectfully at the door to guide us to the main hall of the Wuliang Temple. The Daoist priest who walked out from within appeared to be the abbot of the temple, with his crane-white hair and youthful complexion, possessing a truly ethereal, transcendent demeanor.

These few men all wore stern expressions, especially Gu Zelin, who gazed at Gu Shaoqing with a bitter and deep-seated resentment, devoid of any joy at having found the son he had sought for so many years.

Before long, a squad of personal guards brought over Zu Dalei, Zu Zerun, and three others, all hanging their heads dejectedly.

The prisoners had earnestly persuaded them for a long time, spilling both sweat and tears to no avail. Since leaders like Wang Jiayin were holding their ground and commanding from the city walls, the rebel soldiers, though somewhat tempted, dared not respond to the demands of the prisoners beneath the wall and open the gates to surrender.

Zhu Zihao knelt down, kowtowed, burned incense, offered wine, and after an inexplicable bout of mournful wailing, he was finally acknowledged as a relative. The township head was also delighted; now that this Hong Kong businessman had fulfilled his wish, he surely wouldn't run away again.

With a snap, a leg tipped with lethal sharpness sent the tall man crashing to the ground. The man groaned and clenched his teeth. The world fell silent instantly. The volunteer soldiers exchanged glances and shrugged, signaling that they had witnessed no such crude and violent behavior.

She twisted her bound arms and slightly moved her wrists. With only herself inside the tent, it would be easier to take action; if she were presented as a captive, it would be disadvantageous to her instead.

"What, so reluctant to face people?" he spoke into the cold wall, alone. "The exact same incident happened twice in the very same place. How do you expect me to believe this is truly an accident?" Naturally, the frigid wall offered no reply, nor did he require one.

However, the German officers and soldiers stationed here showed not the slightest intention of giving up their resistance. They continuously pounded the nearby Ming army formations and railway lines with heavy artillery, posing a grave threat to the Ming army's troop movements and supply lines.

While the "tragic and fierce" battle was intensely underway within Tianfeng City, Tianyin City at that moment presented a scene of jubilation, thanks to whatever speech the Deputy City Lord He Wei had delivered.

Xie Chen gazed intently, then frowned slightly. That gesture looked less like waving hello and more like a struggle.

Xiang Liang readily accepted the order, raising the great banner of Chu and, in the name of Chen Sheng, widely summoning the heroes of the realm to jointly strike against the Qin army. Heroes from the Huai River and Yangtze regions flocked to join him, among whom were the likes of Liu Bang and Peng Yue.

Yue Mingjing sat alone in the high seat, feeling exceptionally embarrassed. She was only seventeen by nominal age; was there any need to use such a terrifying word as "celebrating a birthday"?

In the sixth-tier space, they absorbed the divine elemental energy that drove them mad, but upon Lu Yun's command, they finally embarked on a miserable cultivation career unlike any they had ever known.

"Alas! I really didn't brew this. A brother named Lu Yun passed by my place and gave it to me!" Beiqiong said.

What was Daiki Ryoko thinking right before she died—sorrow or anger? Xie Chen sighed silently. For some reason, he recalled that cigarette lighter used for illumination.

"This time, your mission is only one, and that is... to kill!" Before the Sunset Divine Palace, the Sunset Divine Emperor looked grimly at the twenty-five Divine Monarchs and over eighteen hundred Upper Gods standing before him.

"I found this inside the silk," the Madam Yuan took out the handwritten manuscript that had made her anxious for days and handed it to her husband.