Volume 1, Chapter 64: I, Fang Yuan, Have Always Been the Most Humble

With these words, the girl in the black veil stretched out her slender, fair hand. Her tone and attitude were exceptionally earnest, especially with those amber-colored, captivating eyes; an ordinary person might truly have found it difficult to resist.

However, who was Fang Yuan? How could he possibly linger in the Slaughter City merely on account of female beauty? As the saying goes: "Aromatic herbs bloom everywhere across the horizon, why obsess over a single blossom?" Being hindered by beauty was the most shameful thing of all. Therefore, Fang Yuan wore an expression of utter indifference and refused without the slightest hesitation: "Thank you for your kind intentions, but my mind is made up. No matter how many moves the Slaughter King intends to test me with, I, Fang Yuan, will bear them all!"

"But..." The black veil-wearing maiden wanted to persuade him further, but as she looked at...

Never in his wildest dreams did Sun Ce expect that his next move would be to press both hands directly onto Zhou Yu's shoulders.

Qiao Xi did not even raise her head while speaking. Right now, the most important thing was to fill her stomach; everything else had to take a backseat.

He would certainly not risk his life and court danger simply upon hearing rumors of rare and peerless treasures. If someone had deliberately released this news to achieve a certain ulterior motive, and he were to blindly walk right into someone else's trap, that would be exceedingly dangerous.

Feng Yufei said nothing more, merely taking intermittent sips to finish the cup of water, while her stomach began to play an empty city strategy.

"Brother Xiao, why say such things? For us brothers to die together, how is that not a blessing in disguise?" Luo Wushuang managed to squeeze out a reluctant smile.

The old man looked at Chu Wu, his eyes filled with both worship for the strong and gratitude. Although their clothes were washed clean, there was ultimately no way to change them every day, so they were inevitably somewhat soiled.

Ye Qing's attitude was resolute; regardless of how much time or effort it took, he was determined to find that item.

"What are you going to the demon army's camp for?" Feng Yufei asked with a frown, wondering if he had gone to steal the antidote for her sake.

The mountain and the valleys on both its northern and southern sides were entirely composed of brightly colored red-ochre stone. Forget about forests; not even a single blade of grass or a tree could be seen anywhere.

"Is this okay?" With this pair of rings, it was enough to signify their relationship. Anyone who saw the rings on their hands would know they were a couple, and anyone wanting to pursue her would retreat upon knowing the difficulty. He wanted to use the rings to bind Li Yuanyuan's entire university life.

It was just that they had been busy leaving the estate that day; otherwise, she definitely would have tailed him properly to check out where the old man was heading.

"Last night? Peter? Lu Tong, how do you know that foreigner is called Peter?" Shi Yi asked, looking at Lu Tong in puzzlement.

"Am I dead? Is this the netherworld?" Dong Zhanyun seemed to recall something, a trace of sorrow involuntarily welling up in his heart. "This is one of the trials of the Nether Spirit Palace. The victors have a certain chance of obtaining the inheritance of the netherworld," a voice transmitted directly into Dong Zhanyun's mind.

"Clan Head Xu! I will ask you one last time! Today, does your Xu family truly intend to risk a complete break with our Sword Sect just to protect that rebellious wretch?" Wang Qi took a deep breath. As he uttered these words, he had already guessed the other party's response.

...finally coming to understand a mother's intentions. That's right, rather than going to your father, you'd better go to your mother. Your mother is of the imperial lineage of the Phoenix clan, which is vastly superior to a concubine-born sort like your father anyway!" Dong Zhanyun was momentarily left speechless. While he could not point out any fault in his mother, he still felt that thinking this way wasn't entirely right.

"You can appoint me to some idle sinecure, assign me a few guards, provide sufficient silver, and I'll tour the various nations and enjoy the scenery," Zai Xun replied. Clearly, Zai Xun had completely lost faith in the Great Qing Dynasty.

Wang Xuanlong sighed, thinking that this time he would probably have to use dragon power. Yet the thought merely flashed through his mind before his consciousness instantly snapped back to reality. With a single leap, he landed right in the middle of the sports field just ahead of Fan Jinxiang.

However, now was not the time to ponder this. The "Heaven-Overturning Seal" collided with the "Golden Armor Ejection" of the Nine Provinces Savage Bull, bursting forth with an even greater radiance that forced Xu Yuanxing to take a few steps back.

"I've been busy at the hospital, while he has been on duty in the barracks without a holiday. So we still haven't been able to meet," Ye Liaosha sighed and said softly.

The seasonal typhoons from June to October every year brought in fine sands that ruined the water quality, to say nothing of how such conditions made it impossible to maintain the survival rate of the delicate nine-segment prawns. Serves them right for having a poor harvest.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, yet Wu Kang did not feel the heat at all. Due to his body having been transformed, it had taken him only a single day to walk from the mountains to the provincial highway without the slightest fatigue. At that moment, he walked along the roadside while admiring the surrounding natural scenery.

"People are deliberately picking a fight, so there's no way to avoid it. What does it have to do with you? Get up." Su Ruoshui had not even taken five or six steps forward when Chang Zhong approached again.

Suddenly, his gaze turned abruptly cold. He sensed an unusual and intense aura—an aura so familiar that it instantly provoked an urge to tear it to shreds.

Apart from being obsessed with alcohol to the point of obsession, the Sixth Prince, Ye Guoyuanming, had no particularly prominent flaws, and he was definitely the one among all the princes with the most extensive connections. What do connections represent? Connections mean having backing, having many people who support you.

"Third Brother, tell me the honest truth, what on earth is wrong with you?" The Seventh Prince looked around. Speaking here was completely safe; apart from the two of them, there was not the slightest possibility of any living creature existing within their field of vision.

"No need to say more, I understand. I'll go with you, let's take a gamble!" Water Rat knew that actually, killing him was the simplest method for these three. It seemed that unless he provoked them, they generally wouldn't kill the innocent indiscriminately.

As if hearing Yuan Zhenxiao's words of comfort, Qiao Si flicked her eyes and looked at him. Yuan Zhenxiao made a gesture, and the medical staff slowly injected a tranquilizer into Qiao Si's arm.

Feeling the carriage stabilize, Su Ruoshui crawled forward inch by inch, opened the sedan door, and leaped out.

Seeing him walk in, the professor flicked his fingers, and the Sorting Hat flew directly into his hand.

He was, after all, the son of the Xiaoyao Valley's Great Elder and held a certain status, yet Lin Chen had slapped him across the face repeatedly without a word of explanation, leaving him with not even a chance to retaliate.

Su Nan woke up with a start. A violent craving surged from deep within his body, rapidly invading his rationality; in just a few moments, he was drenched in cold sweat from head to toe.

Lin Qian looked at the head of that fierce ghost, finding those nails extremely painful to look at. He genuinely wanted to pull them out.

This was good news, meaning they did not need to enter room 703 and only had to wait outside for the fierce ghost to walk right into the trap.

The very instant General Ratta's mask was hung up in the toy store, Taka sensed Ratta's presence.

After settling these ghosts, Cheng Nuoyang had no intention of letting any of them drink the chicken soup, feeling it was entirely unnecessary.

Perhaps because I had just taken a shower, I felt a trace of chill. Slowly stretching out my hand toward the doorknob—I, Su Sijian, had witnessed so many nightmares, was I really going to be afraid of a mere shadow?—I hardened my heart and pulled the door open.