Volume 1, Chapter 36: Enough Shame Has Been Brought Upon Us

Zhuo Yu was incensed. "Are you all blind? Isn't my standing here perfectly fine evidence enough?!"
The crowd: No, we still don't quite believe it.
Zhuo Yu looked at Wu Xingxue, feeling somewhat dejected.
On the way, he had been thinking about how to repay the other man. Bai Ke had mentioned that Shen Chi was smearing Wu Xingxue’s reputation, causing his herbs to go unsold, and suggested that he use himself to debunk the rumors spread by Shen Chi.
Yun Shan was a clever person and realized: what this fellow used must have been a sword entirely pitch-black in color. But in this wide world, could such a black sword truly exist? And if it did, what material could it possibly be forged from?
"Then we shall kill you first! Even if we are to die, don't think you will survive!" Man Tian roared, unleashing his full combat power and suppressing the snakes completely.
"Very well, Yang Qi, what are we waiting for? I shall conquer this vast empire immediately!" The Second Demon General prepared to strike at once.
Fang Jinhua and He Bantian were also surprised; they had not expected Ji Yao and Liu Mo to be so decisive in their slaughter. They offered a dry laugh and spoke to Ji Yao in a low voice. Though they still looked down on her in their hearts, they dared not say anything more on the surface.
Bekham Long recalled what his superior had said before they set out and nearly bit his teeth to pieces. Shocked and furious, he gestured, and the dozen soldiers at the front covered each other as they pushed open the door and entered the supermarket.
Or perhaps, every bronze mirror emitted an invisible current of energy, which merged into one, and through some special method, evolved into this mass of dragon vein aura.
Lu Qian sneered, "Isn't it just that one may fill one's mouth with food but not with reckless words? I shall remember the Prince's warning. I bid the Prince a respectful farewell." Prince Fu nodded and signaled for the servants to go about their own business.
The two hid in the depths of the lake, repeatedly studying the information they had obtained regarding the Myriad Worlds King Chart. Combining it with their own insights, they formulated a detailed plan before deciding to explore the boundary point.
The soldiers were exhausted, but when they saw Zhang Can’s pale face, his dark, bruised eye sockets, and his gaze that looked as if he hadn’t slept in a week, they all gritted their teeth and pressed on.
After finishing my luxurious instant noodles, I checked the time—it had taken less than ten minutes. I washed the bowl, tidied up the kitchen, and went downstairs to take out the trash.
This didn't really matter to me; after all, Du Xiaoxiao was, in a sense, a victim just like me. For that reason alone, I couldn't bring myself to resent her anymore. Besides, having spent so much time with her, she was truly a loyal person.
"Hmph! You have found the wrong person, Your Excellency. The person you wish to accuse has the relationship of teacher and student with me. Do you take me for a shameless wretch who would betray his master and ancestors?" Zhang Pu’s expression changed abruptly, and his tone rose accordingly.
Fu Qu looked at me, sighed, and whispered to herself, "I entered the palace when I was twelve, all so that my family of six could have enough to eat. My father passed away last year, and now my mother is gravely ill, with several young siblings to care for. I am helpless and can only stay in the labor bureau." She looked at me with sincere eyes.
"How could I trouble you? I shall tell them to go back and prepare some dumplings." Imperial Concubine Yuan felt a bit uneasy.
This was the second time I had heard the name Liu Mingyun from someone else’s lips. The first time was from Song Xiyun, and the second was from Tang Xi. I smiled at her awkwardly, my nose stinging; I summed up this feeling as a sense of inferiority.
Alas... the eldest senior brother finally missed his footing and stepped into the pit that Tang Xinhu had personally dug for him.
After that, they chatted on about something else, which Yan Mumu didn't catch clearly, but this conversation left her feeling a complex mix of emotions.
"Yes, yes." The usually formidable village chief, for some reason, couldn't help but bow and scrape before her.
Qi Die’s voice drifted over, light as air, reaching straight into one’s soul. The two men looked into Qi Die’s eyes; she didn't seem to be lying at all. "We have no grudge against you; why must you be so vicious as to want us dead?" The two were truly terrified now, and beads of sweat poured relentlessly down their foreheads.