Volume 1, Chapter 67: Dragging and pulling at this hour of the night, what kind of propriety is this?

He carefully observed everything within his field of vision once more, and this time, he finally understood how those scarlet hues had emerged.

Although White Fang had requested more than once to transfer Rong Lin or Tsunade to the front lines, his plea was rejected by the Third Hokage with a single sentence, leaving White Fang with no choice but to hold his ground.

After returning to the fitting room to change her clothes, she let out a bored yawn, only to receive a text message on her phone.

"This is the best way. Even though you don't care, I don't want those people to slander you!" Chu Aoyu truly detested the voices slandering Ziyi. Even though he knew those individuals were nothing more than unrelated passersby, he still felt a painful urge to defend her.

Yet, if even the results investigated by the "Shadow" were incorrect, who else in this world could possibly uncover her true past in such detail?

It even came as a slight surprise to him: since when had Ye Qi and the others managed to make acquaintances in City B as well?

His brows knitted tightly together. "Your son is still right here." Weren't they afraid of losing their dignity in front of the child?

Spirited though her temperament might be, she was still just a maid—how could she throw caution to the wind and risk her life? Even if not for herself, she had to consider her mother and Yuju at home.

Her mind was completely filled with the figures of her children, their laughter, and the soft, sweet sound of them calling her mommy.

"Qin Tian, go ahead and attend to your matters first! We'll go and get things ready, and we'll have dinner soon," Uncle Ye said to Qin Tian. Unable to come up with a good solution right away, Qin Tian had no choice but to temporarily put the matter aside for later.

When encountering customers who knew nothing, unscrupulous salespeople would only fleece them ruthlessly, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Fortunately, Yan Xu was no novice to combat. He immediately abandoned the idea of continuing to use the battle axe, and instead drew the short sword from his waist at the very first instant.

However, as he grew older, Ma Jun had to retire from the industry and became a bodyguard for an overseas tycoon. He only returned to China after the spatial singularity event, whereupon he was heavily recruited and hired by President Lin.

A towering golden dragon, its entire body engulfed in raging gold-and-white flames, lunged downward from the high heavens, sweeping toward Taiyin Youying with the velocity of a hurricane. Its momentum was supremely fierce, and the gold-and-white flames within its mouth shot toward Taiyin Youying like arrows.

The shock felt by the Xiaotian Hound was no less than that of the Wind Hawk and the Charm Hawk. As a descendant of the royal guards of the Wind Clan, he naturally knew the life background of the Emperor of Da Sui.

This was to prevent certain patients from pretending to take their medicine while actually just holding it in their mouths and spitting it out later, which would be equivalent to not taking the medicine at all.

"Achoo!" Suddenly, Li Yanning sneezed. Evidently, she had gotten herself drenched earlier in order to feign gentleness, and now she had caught a chill.

"It was chaotic and unclear. It seemed like I saw Pangu, alongside a youth with a dragon's head and a human body. The weapon he held was precisely this sword." The Lotus Clan Chieftain pointed at the Fuxi Sword in Pangu's hand. As she spoke, she shook her head, a trace of fatigue resting upon her slightly pale face.

Before long, seeing that the white-robed Daoist priest was about to subdue the bamboo demon, Hua Wanwan thought to herself that she too was a demon and had once even been the Noble Consort of the Demon Realm. This demon in the mortal world inexplicably reminded her of Nongyu—could it be that when she herself cultivated in the mortal world in the past, she had likewise faced such pressure before finally achieving success?

Night Shadow was growing genuinely anxious about this. After all, he had already grown somewhat accustomed to the system's presence. Its sudden disappearance left him feeling thoroughly unaccustomed, as if something vital was missing.

Seeing Shiqing's eyes growing increasingly bloodred, Ziyi hurried over to support her, yet Shiqing remained motionless like a stone statue.

"Oh! Isn't this the former Madam Liu? I haven't seen you in so long, I thought you had died of shame and resentment! Hahahaha, to think you're still alive." This remark caused the surrounding people to halt and stare.

When SAO officially launched, although players would truly die in reality if their characters perished, there was at least one aspect: after sustaining injuries, players would feel neither pain nor bleeding nor weakness, allowing them to maintain peak combat effectiveness until their health bars were completely depleted.

"Why is that?" Julie frowned, gazing out the window once more. Upon hearing these words, Julie's father said nothing, merely offering a slight smile as he continued to look at the newspaper in his hands.

"You... how dare you hurt him!" At some unknown moment, Vergil had departed. Freed from engagement, Arthas looked at Saber in anger, her cold and stunning face written over with fury, while the Frostmourne in her hand emitted waves of mournful wails from the undead.

From this moment onward, this extraneous destiny no longer belonged to the Heavenly Dao, but belonged entirely and completely to him, Ye Yifei.

As for his sect of origin, Yuanye didn't even have to think about it—it was naturally the Mount Shu Sword Sect, a fallen swordsmanship sect in Xiqin.

Zhang Ye squeezed a piece of jade he kept close to his bosom. This was given to him by Duosi, who had instructed him to carry it with him always. When he felt a bit lightheaded just moments ago, he hurriedly squeezed the jade, and the previous sensation vanished immediately.

Consequently, the man known as the Count had everyone board the warship. As long as they were aboard the warship, everyone's safety would be guaranteed.

Full of confidence, Lin Tian adjusted the Liuyun bamboo hat on his head and deliberately waited until the Bone Demon drew close before accelerating, leading him on a swift flight through the dense forest.

Tossing two buckets of well water over the person had no effect. With the time for the palace gates to close rapidly approaching, if things continued this way, the matter would inevitably blow up. Prime Minister Li had no choice but to once again question Li Qingluo's maid and matronly servants.

These elderly subordinates who had come to offer New Year greetings naturally knew that Old Master Lin was faking his anger, but they didn't mind and continued to shower him with flattery.

"Are you wondering why you're experiencing drug cravings when you've never taken drugs?" Fu Yan turned back to look at the middle-aged man, asking with a faint smile.