Volume One, Chapter 31: An Eye Ailment That Cannot Be Cured?

Li Xiaoyue was wearing her pajamas when she took a white martial arts uniform from the closet and began changing right in front of Lin Xiaoxiao.

Watching his retreating figure, Lin Xiaoxiao felt very satisfied. Young people truly are the best laborers, full of drive and energy.

All of this was done for her mother; if her mother were to die like this, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

After mulling it over, she approached the communication magic array and connected to both the Profound Yin Palace and the Supreme Yin Palace simultaneously.

The ballot-stuffing scandal had reached a temporary lull, but the impact of the incident continued to ferment.

His wrist flickered, and the holy silver revolver spun slowly on his index finger, emitting a crisp sound like a stream flowing over pebbles.

By now, the fishermen near White Stone Village had learned the skill of identifying premium catches. Generally, premium fish are larger than others of the same species, with more vibrant and distinct coloration.

Those five words had kept him happy for a long time, though he also felt a bit nervous. As a first-time reporter on camera, he wasn't sure if the audience would buy into it.

Tang Heming was surfing the web when he suddenly saw the trending topic. After clicking on it, he realized it was a fan-made pairing created by netizens.

Because he feared disturbing Xu Xian’s rest, even though she wanted to talk a little longer, Li Manman did not agree. He only told her to endure a bit longer, as he would be able to go and stay with her next week.

The Hellish Lu Xiao also took a few bites and was instantly conquered by the spicy food, thinking to himself that such a delicacy should only exist in the world of the living; how could the underworld ever know such a taste?

"Master, I'm not even sure if this is true yet. Why did you... bring the Sect Master here?" Chu Han cursed inwardly, left speechless.

The Midnight Ghost Story Radio station was all about recounting authentic ghost stories, while they themselves had to be immersed in the tales, personally experiencing the horror to complete different endings.

Slaying the demons of hell brought people vitality, strengthening the body, preventing illness, stopping menstrual cycles, eliminating the need to use the bathroom, nourishing the skin, and delaying aging.

Li Song approached Wang Lan and gestured for her to sit down, then poured her some tea. Wang Lan felt puzzled by Li Song’s sudden change in behavior; what on earth could he be thinking?

Just as Zuo Xuan and Ding Sanshi reached the stairs, they discovered that the staircase had been occupied by a swarm of broom monsters.

This object, which resembled a cigar, was the "Hell’s Curse," a golden holy relic that had been scorched by Luo Lin’s holy flames. Although Luo Lin could use it after the burning, its only remaining function was the "Breath of Resentment." Not knowing how to utilize it, he had kept it shelved.

Li Song figured that the enemy must have already realized his prowess and fled; there was no other possibility.

Chang Jingshan, however, was overjoyed. The more powerful the ancestor, the better it was for him and his father.

In the VIP room where Mo Fan was staying, Liu Yue looked worried. After all, she was of the demon race, and this Beast Control Ring posed the same threat to her.

Every action left Zhuang Qingqing with an indescribable feeling; she felt as though there were things she shouldn't hide from him, yet she had no choice.

"Senior Sister Qianqian, are you planning to live with me?" Xiao Yu scratched his head, his eyes shining as he looked Meng Qian up and down.

Su Lang remained expressionless, his eyes narrowed slightly. His palm, glowing with an eerie black light, pierced through the void and struck fiercely toward Murong Rou’s vital heart. The strike was ruthless and unforgiving.

Xu Zhijian’s words awakened the dreamer. Zhou Xingyun was shocked to discover that the rear of the two-thousand-strong army on the right flank was organized in very distinct layers.

Zhao Liangdong placed great importance on what the two said, as Tianyi’s growth to its current scale was largely due to them.

Hollier had a nightmare in which the Holy Allied Forces and the Osaylan Alliance occupied the capital of the Cheryl Duchy, and she, Seruvinia, and all the imperial soldiers were reduced to prisoners of war.

The damage to her soul would be difficult to recover from in the short term, but fortunately, she had previously absorbed the blood of a god. The powerful and terrifying restorative properties of the divine blood were enough for her to restore her soul power to its optimal state within a very short time.

When the metal blades shot toward the heads of the Yanji Army, the dragon scales floating in the void would automatically defend them. Just before the blades could harm the women of the Yanji Army, the scales would be drawn together like magnetic powder to a magnet, forming an impenetrable diamond-shaped shield to block the attack.

On the battle platform, Chu Ling looked down with a calm expression. The surrounding youths remained silent, while the many experts around the square watched with flickering eyes, listening quietly.

It was strange, though; there was no wind, so why had the door closed for no apparent reason?

Lan Li didn't say a word. She ran into the room, took a shower, and hid under the covers. She didn't listen to Lin Ruohua, feeling unable to calm her turbulent emotions for a long time, until she eventually drifted into a restless sleep.

This was definitely a powerful figure, and this river was likely a space controlled by them, while the God of Dreams was likely their manifestation.

Furthermore, there was an inhumane rule: every successor to the Snow God Palace had to take a blood oath before ascending to the throne. If they could not find a successor with the Body of the Snow God, they could not resign, or they would face divine retribution.

While they were filled with doubt and fear, rolling black fog appeared on the flagship of the Langba Tibetan King, next to the Great Chieftain Dunzhu. The fog quickly engulfed the King’s ship and the surrounding escort fleet.

No wonder she said she was tired last night and wanted to rest early; she had been planning this all along. Thinking that she had dared to leave without a word, and even left such a cryptic message, he truly felt the urge to strangle her.

Cheng Yujian rarely curled his lips into a smile, but the expression vanished from his eyes as quickly as it had appeared.

"What? I’m weak? Where am I weak? I am the strongest Shadow-Walker of the Shadow Clan! If I hadn't been injured, I wouldn't have ended up like this, okay!" the black fog protested indignantly.

"Baixin, is Clan Chief Mu still there?" At this moment, Su Ruoxi’s voice entered Mo Baixin’s sea of consciousness.

"Delicious! It really is a wild Chinese sturgeon. It’s so fresh—the best fish I’ve ever eaten in my life!" Jing He praised it endlessly.

"Thanks to you, the ratings for Channel Nine have risen quite a bit, and the main station is paying more attention to our channel now."

Gu Haiyue did not sleep, but instead sat on a large rock to cultivate, while the Great Immortal instructed him from the side.