Volume 1, Chapter 25: Taking the Complaint to the Empress

In short, it is a car converted from a fuel-based platform that has become much better in every aspect than a traditional internal combustion vehicle.

Ji Shiyan cut the gauze and looked down at Qing Jiujiu’s wound again, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes.

It is not like the English Premier League, backed by massive financial consortiums, or the membership-fee model of La Liga clubs like Real Madrid or Barcelona.

"Alright, you may go down and rest now; please close the door behind you," Xu Yifan said with a wave of his hand.

Sinian blocked many drinks for Su Li, refusing whatever she could, and for the ones she couldn't avoid, she would only take a shallow sip.

However, as a striker, Morata’s lack of precision in his finishing made Simeone love and hate him in equal measure.

"Enough, you don't need to worry about family matters; I have my own plans. With me here, the sky won't fall. It’s you I'm concerned about—I heard that as soon as you arrived in the capital, you caused a scene at the city gates, and even took the Crown Prince to the Imperial Palace?" Tang Xiao stared fiercely at Tang Long and scolded him.

Suddenly, dozens of people rushed in from the distance, each wielding sharp blades, charging at Chen Yu with murderous intent.

After checking the gear, Wang Yuhui shifted, released the handbrake, and gently tapped the accelerator, moving the vehicle forward smoothly.

Only the players who had witnessed Rossi’s "Looking Back at the Moon" move on the field would truly believe it actually existed.

When Qin Feng said this, he kept his eyes fixed on the head of the family, eager for a final answer; he had already wasted several days, and if the head of the family would only relent, Ling'er would be saved.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, after Lu Yang finished drinking with his lawyer, Zhang Jian, and the others, he took a taxi back to Sunshine Bali alone.

But the people of this world were completely different. Mo Shi could feel their deep resentment toward the Dragon race. Not only did they treat dragon slaying as a career, dedicating themselves entirely to researching it, but they also passed it down as a legacy. What exactly happened between them and the dragons? How did they plan to slay them?

Every time Qi Huai smiled, Su Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine, always suspecting he was plotting against her, though she couldn't say why.

Long Yangzhou’s face was flushed, his eyes bloodshot, and he struggled continuously.

Just as they left, a man carrying a long black blade on his back slowly emerged.

"I accepted a commission from a friend; this is the down payment," Lambert said, clutching a bottle of fine wine.

"First, ask about Leng Qi. Where is he now?" Dong Heng finally asked the question he cared about most.

The others nodded in agreement; after all, the person before them was too brutal. A strongman from the Green-Faced tribe had been slapped to death for a single disagreement, and they had no choice but to endure until a high-ranking member of their clan descended into the mortal realm.

Mu Siyan withdrew her thoughts and turned to look at Luo Xichen, a smile curling her lips. "Thank you, Chen." The address remained intimate, and her bright, clear eyes looked at him with such sincerity that the atmosphere turned subtle.

In Fang Yan's view, based on paper strength, it wouldn't be difficult for Inter Milan to beat Villa; however, unexpectedly, it was Villa that frequently threatened Inter’s goal during the opening stages.

Fang Yan sat in the passenger seat, and a refreshing, soul-stirring fragrance drifted over—not the scent of perfume, but the natural fragrance of Long Wenxia’s body, which had kept him intoxicated for quite a while that morning.

But Zhang Miao wasn't thinking about that at the moment; his eyes were fixed ahead, and naturally, he didn't notice the ripples beneath his feet.

The principal had a rule: whoever had personal matters had to find their own substitute, as the school was not responsible for arranging replacements. This policy made the staff and students more united and supportive, as they helped and learned from each other to get the work done.

Fang Yan didn't stop; with a poke of his left foot, he swiftly hooked the ball with his right, bursting through the gap between two defenders before making a sharp stop and changing direction, cutting diagonally to the right.

Qi Guang remained silent, which was somewhat unexpected for Mu Siyan, as it was rare to see him so reticent.

Basically, Meng Tian alone, who had already been sent out to sweep the area, was enough to crush everything; there was no need for a large number of Yin Gods to intervene.

"Yes, yes, yes." Although Director Cheng didn't act servilely, his tone was extremely polite.

To ensure the smooth opening of the Ivy Hotel, he had paid for tonight's jewelry auction out of his own pocket, enduring the pain of parting with his treasures.

This grand scheme had been set in motion the moment his mother, Kozuki Toki, arrived eight hundred years in the future.

Jin Fei and Jiang Fugui knew Sun Zhaoyuan’s temperament well, understanding that he didn't want to be greeted, so they had the officials wait in the government office.

During the journey, Lu Yiming told her that her younger sister was named Lu Xin and her younger brother was named Lu Ze; they were twins.

The guard at the military academy was initially angry, but upon seeing the token the other party presented, he couldn't help but tremble.

The King of Usury, Du Feld, said with great regret that the guy was one of the reasons he had come to the tea party today.

Borsalino said indifferently that although this was their home turf, as one of the few who had fought against Qianhe, he understood the latter’s abilities all too well.

After Qingniang sat down, she recounted everything that happened from the time she went to the capital until her return. Upon learning that Old Mrs. Ning would bring the children back before the New Year, Ning Laosan breathed a sigh of relief.

The final result of their research was that certain components in the Five-Colored Stones had reacted strangely with those rocks, forming a corrosion-resistant film.

The group on the march was not forbidden from talking, but they were strictly required to preserve their energy and mental focus, for fear of making a mistake when they paid their respects to the Empress at Changhe Palace later.

Zhong Chuhong smiled without speaking, wanting to see how Liu Xing would handle it, given that he had said there were only two tickets.

When she returned home the next day, Xia Fangyuan unexpectedly discovered a familiar figure at the door.

After Zifeng finished forming the contracts with everyone, Nina, who was still in a daze, came to her senses. Checking her body and finding no changes, she looked at Zifeng with confusion.

Feeling the gazes of the 100 players off the stage, Zifeng rubbed his nose awkwardly and spoke; yet, it was precisely because of his words that the crowd, who had been solemn just moments before, immediately burst into laughter.

Gong Shaoxie had just said it offhandedly; even he had almost forgotten that he had ever mentioned the matter to Xia Fangyuan.