Volume 1, Chapter 57: My Lord, This Humble Servant Knows Your Secret

Tantai Kanan remembered those booklets; he had casually placed them on a certain bookshelf and never touched them again. The person who gave them to him was imprisoned a month later, yet he had forgotten to throw the booklets away.

After searching for quite a while, Tantai Kanan finally found the dust-covered long wooden box.

Opening it, he found not only booklets inside, but also various types of jade erotic instruments. Frowning, he took out one booklet and sat down at his desk to study it carefully.

It was not until long after Liu Wuyi had gone to bed that Tantai Kanan returned to his room, silently sliding under the covers. Staring up at the canopy of the bed, he felt that the illustrations in the book were wrong—some of them looked more like forms of punishment.

There was tying people up and stuffing things into mouths, yet the woman in the pictures...

The old man did not name that world; his words trembled with lingering fear.

This was a punch charged with immense power. As "Liu Tian" twisted his waist and delivered the punch, the roaring gale of his fist completely swept away the mist surrounding the formation, leaving behind only the milky-white array. As "Liu Tian" threw the punch, the fully armored manifestation of a Dragon Emperor also appeared behind him.

"I have no idea if it's of any use, but I'll keep it for now," Zheng Ji said, shaking his head as he looked at the satellite before him, which was slightly blackened from the intense heat of high-speed atmospheric entry. The letter "USA" on it already told him which country the satellite belonged to.

Seeing beads of sweat dripping from Instructor Xu Yun's smooth forehead, Liu Tian felt somewhat flattered.

All the attacks slammed into the transparent shield; not a single one managed to pierce through it to strike the surface of the planet.

At that moment, a ray of spiritual light also descended from the nine heavens into the Hall of Carrying Out Heaven's Will and Responding to the Dao. The City God of Wind-Moon City belonged to this hall—how could he not know about such an incident occurring within the city?

Seeing the white fox depart, Su Zimo and the others all breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen San returned the wooden stick to its original place.

Yet despite the fat man wasting so much time at this inn, Qing Li did not ask to change to another one.

The next moment, a heaven-shaking explosion resounded. The entire arena shattered completely, fragments flying in all directions, and countless martial artists caught in the crossfire immediately wailed in agony.

His monthly allowance was merely five hundred yuan, which was nowhere near enough for cigarettes, let alone the fact that this fellow also loved his liquor. Consequently, the young man became his go-to target for bumming smokes.

Passing the daytime amidst extreme vigilance, Li Zongliang arranged the watch duties when night fell. Along with Wei Shuisheng and the others, they took turns keeping watch according to old custom, yet the night passed in complete peace.

"I'm not lying." Ye Zixuan smiled and stroked Lian'er's head. The smile on his face left Lian'er, who had never seen him smile before, completely dumbfounded.

"Sir, I've finally met you." The waiter beside him smiled as he looked at Kang Youwei vomiting profusely. His smile was so bright that he seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that Kang Youwei's vomiting was entirely self-inflicted by him.

After eating, Li Zongliang and Wei Shuisheng simply built a campfire inside one of the two cedar-roofed houses. Li Zonggui sat on a round wooden stump by the doorway, keeping a watchful eye outside while listening to Li Zongliang and Wei Shuisheng talk.

How could Messi know that there were so many scheming monsters surrounding him every day, plotting against him? After slinking back to Barcelona with the team in disgrace, he did not even make another appearance in the league.

A man like Ye Zixuan was someone she ought to avoid at all costs. How could she be so foolish as to become emotionally entangled with such a man?

Before dawn broke and with no ships yet in sight, Zhang Baoyi hurriedly dispatched men to drag away and bury a roadside corpse. If the shipowners saw it, it would undoubtedly cause a lot of trouble. It was not unheard of for roadside corpses to be thrown into the river and left to drift downstream, so Zhang Baoyi never connected the matter to Du Yuesheng.

"Wow, you agreed?" Du Manning laughed excitedly. Nangong Han planted another soft kiss without answering verbally, but the doting look in his eyes represented everything. Holding her, he hurried through the flowerbeds to the elevator lobby. The private elevator engaged, and Nangong Han carried her inside.

Just as Shen Yunyou expected, the moment she returned to the Rui Prince's Mansion, Situ Rui immediately summoned her, asking her with cold eyes why Ye Zixuan had sought her out.

All signs indicated that his guess was correct: Ye Qingtian had indeed lost her memory, forgetting everything that happened after the age of five.

"I've liked Liang Mi since high school. I'm begging you, don't ruin things between us, okay?" Zhang Hua's attitude softened somewhat.

Looking up at the golden, magnificent palaces under the sunlight from afar, Fu Xuanyue suddenly felt as though he were a bird that had lost its direction, forced to drift passively with the wind.

James and Sun Zhuo stared at each other with sharp gazes, exchanging no more words and making no further moves.

"What kind of insect is this!" Ying Beichen's face turned ashen. He only glanced back—just a single glance—and it nearly made him vomit his entire breakfast up.

Recluse Merlin remained unhurried, walking slowly to his designated seat and settling down.

Min Yunshu's gaze flickered, a sudden shock gripping his heart! By doing this, was Xuanyue undoubtedly abandoning the imperial realm he had longed for so dearly?

Father Jian's remains were taken away by Jian Yang and the others, leaving the place quiet once more. Everything around them was terrifyingly still, yet the turmoil in their hearts refused to calm down no matter what.

With that, she pulled a large red envelope out of her bag and handed it to her grandmother, which contained the ten thousand yuan Zhang Ruofeng had given her that morning.

"You..." Zhao Jian was consumed with fury and wanted to lose his temper, but the camera lens was right there. Having already lost the game, losing his composure as well would completely ruin his reputation.

Ginger really is spicier when it's old; Roland actually claimed that she was just rehearsing a scene with her earlier! Her ability to improvise on the spot was truly something she needed to learn from her, Ye Yaotao thought silently to herself.

Wu Hao uttered the word "dead" with exceptional sharpness and heaviness, a tangible killing intent radiating outward. At that moment, Wu Hao resembled a slaughtering god of murder—merciless and indifferent.

Mu Peng's pupils constricted violently. Letting out a heavy, cold snort, he took a step forward and raised his large hand. A terrifying aura permeated the surroundings, and majestic spiritual energy surged across all directions. With a palm glowing crimson like blood, he fearlessly lashed out to grab the incoming black finger.

It seemed that although the Song and Liao dynasties had formally declared a truce following the Treaty of Chanyuan, both sides were actually secretly massing heavy troops along the border.

Then Dasheng quietly picked up a piece of a shattered jar from the ground and hurled it at Lingxin. Lingxin hurriedly dodged backward, while Zhang Feiyu stretched out her hands, baring her sharp nails, and lunged at Lingxin to seize her.

However, these Baiyue people were nearly extinct; Hanhui truly knew not from where Han Wei had managed to find them. Judging by the craftsmanship of these Pingjiang large ships, they were all made by master artisans.

Seeing that Lingxin was genuinely unwilling to go with him to see the Ghost King, the Purple-Faced Fiend found it hard to force the demon child, especially since he was no match for him. Helplessly, the Purple-Faced Fiend said, "Then I shall return now to report to the Ghost King." With that, he turned and flew away.

Zhang Yuanhao seemed to have noticed this as well. Directly swinging his fist, a sharp Geng-metal aura condensed on his knuckles into several finger-shaped, razor-sharp weapons. With the surging, mighty golden scorpion power coursing through his bloodline, with a loud *boom*, the golden袈裟-like protective shield before him shattered like dead wood under a mighty wind.