Volume 1, Chapter 69: So This Was Wu Xingxue's Perspective

Shen Chi trembled all over upon hearing those words.
It felt like a snake with a flickering forked tongue was slithering up from his heels all the way to the back of his neck. The wisps of sticky, bone-chilling cold made Shen Chi almost scream out loud.
Because he suddenly realized that he had replaced the former Wu Xingxue!
Losing his supernatural powers, becoming a good-for-nothing, and bound to be reprimanded by the entire family whenever he came into conflict with Wu Yumian.
So this was Wu Xingxue's perspective...
Shen Chi's dazed gaze swept across the few of them.
He watched just like that as he had tried his absolute best, smashing the vat with a single punch, causing the white liquid inside to pour out directly.
Arthur did not know about this, Zhong Wuyan did not know, and neither did Wang Zhaojun, Daji, and the others. Only his most trusted confidant Bai Qi, and Bian Que, who controlled the affairs of Lingchi, knew about it. Of course, Miyamoto Musashi, who had long kept guard by Ying Zheng's side, could sense Ying Zheng's whereabouts on his own even without being told.

"Very good. Patience is the first step for a craftsman. We have arrived," the bricklayer said with a smile.
"Universal Taoism," at least for now, was the most reliable plan to deal with the King of Demon Gods, yet now he had to destroy it. It truly exemplified the saying: being caught in the pugilist world, one cannot help oneself.
It looked as though he was pondering what had actually happened, but in truth, he was considering—how should this matter be handled to leave no loose ends?

"The Demon God has reappeared?" Hearing this, everyone present fell into deep thought once more, pondering the probability of such a situation occurring.
Ever since she witnessed him going through drug withdrawal that one time, she had never seen it happen again. Later on, when she asked him about it, he said that because his addiction was relatively light, the symptoms later became less pronounced, and with slight control through medication, he was almost back to normal, telling her not to worry about him.

Chinese people could increasingly feel the benefits of having a powerful motherland. This was not only deeply felt by the people of China, but also clearly understood by those overseas Chinese diaspora living abroad.
Of course, although no enemy was in sight, no one dared to lower their guard and all began searching around.
"Let's go inside and talk," the bald man said, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, though he did not light it.
As long as one lives in this world, if a hundred percent possibility is attainable, who would pursue a fifty percent chance?

His primary purpose in coming to Mingyue Manor was to see whether Xiao Shiqing was raising a child. Having just confirmed Nuobao's existence, his mission could be considered complete.
Meng Songping's ideological work had been completed, but he needed some time to work on the ideology of his subordinates.
Lin Nana and Xiao Yao together unfolded the long scroll they brought onto the long table, on which the "Heishui County Urban Planning Map" was printed.
Nuobao climbed down from him, sprawled across his uninjured leg, and curiously stared at his other leg.

He stood up in a daze, reaching out to catch the bullet fragment that had fallen from his chest, and the pupils in his gaze toward Ye Jiujiu abruptly constricted.

She picked up her phone out of habit, and the moment she saw Lu Xingzhi's name, her eyes filled with utter disgust, and she immediately hung up the call.
He looked at Tami, then glanced at the rest of the people around him who showed no sign of surprise, and finally began to grasp the situation.

Fresh blood splattered across the heads and faces of the nearby villagers. Instead of running, they stood there in a blank daze, staring at Luo Xi, who resembled a god of slaughter in the arena, with expressions that could only be described as terrified.

Yuan Yuan had always been in Modu, so naturally she did not know them, but hearing that he was one of the Four Young Masters of Beijing, she figured his influence must be extraordinary.
The one he had seen was still sitting on the bedside table in his home to this day. As for its origin, he could not remember it very clearly; it seemed Jiang Jianye had brought it back from an archaeological expedition.

Then, a destructive black beam of light, as thick as a chopstick, shot out at a terrifying speed from those pitch-black pupils, fiercely bombarding the gigantic energy palm print.
The Guling Auction was naturally the focus of everyone's attention. According to past practices, after every auction concluded, major media outlets would carry extensive reports on it.

The courage with which she had just smashed someone with a vase vanished into thin air in an instant, and she stood there, scared out of her wits on the spot.