Volume One, Chapter 30: Xiaoyu’s Heartache

Ge Xiyun suddenly realized what was happening and exclaimed anxiously, “This is bad—they’re planning to climb above us and attack from above.” The man-eating flower beasts were already larger than them, and if they managed to get on top and launch an attack from above, even if they didn’t use much force, charging down would be more than they could handle.

Yu Feng swallowed nervously, feeling a bit apprehensive. After all, Cao Ge was a man whose moods shifted like the wind; serving a prince was always like serving a tiger—a constant truth that never changed.

After pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, he finally gave Tang Wan a reply she could never have expected, his voice steady but resolute.

Chen Siqing had never imagined that a casual remark of his would spiral into such a melodramatic scenario in Gu Xinrui’s mind—if he ever found out, he would likely be furious.

So he decided to deal with Gu Xinrui first. But to his surprise, what Gu Xinrui told him was completely different from what he knew.

Could it be that there were other wild beasts in Mount Fo Li? Beyond that, they couldn’t think of anything else.

“Could someone be living in there?” Sha Duotian mused, implying that if it was uninhabited, all the treasures inside would belong to him.

Lance couldn’t help but curve his lips as he looked at the boy. Regardless of the occasion, he lifted the phone from the boy’s hand and pressed him directly against the apricot tree by the roadside.

But the problem was far from simple. With the coastline in Dubai fully resuming business, it brought a host of issues—one after another, each deeply intertwined with the next.

Only Fang Chengjia had not, as in her previous life, married a princess or held high office. Instead, she remained alone.

Facing her former boss, Ji Tiantian naturally agreed to everything he said. Back then, Li Yunan had taken good care of her.

Everyone else at the conference table breathed a sigh of relief. With the war over, Misty Village could finally recover and heal.

Tang Qingguo naturally knew what she was upset about. He felt helpless, yet before his beloved wife, he could only continue to keep things from her for her sake.

He knew in his heart that, to Qin Simei, Ruge was certainly more than just a sister.

After seeing that trending search, she immediately understood that Ji Tiantian’s surge in popularity was undoubtedly orchestrated by the Duke. For her to have been fooled this time—well, she could only chalk it up as a lesson learned.

Princess Qing’an was ruined. Even if the blisters and burns on her face and body eventually scarred over, it would be impossible for her to regain her former appearance. For the rest of her life, she would have to wear the terrifying mask of a monster.

Hera had no idea what Le Feng heard over the phone, but when he hung up, he turned solemn, swinging his legs off the bed.

As soon as Rope Tree woke, everything would be negotiable, and Tsunade began to recover her composure. After all, she was the best medical ninja in the entire Hidden Leaf Village.

The ridicule in the bullet comments was one thing—after all, they’d never meet—but even his teammate behind him was laughing.

He had once coveted the divine body on Mumu as well, and as long as he asked, Mumu would never refuse.

Chi Yao’s head throbbed unbearably. She crouched down with great effort, and as she shouted, a surge of images and scenes flickered through her mind like lightning, rapidly cycling in and out.

The shopkeeper was also knowledgeable about these goods. Pure Spirit Soil was only needed for crafting high-precision formation plates. For less precise ones, it wasn’t necessary. A fifth-grade high-precision immortal formation plate was typically used only by those capable of arranging sixth-grade immortal formations.

Master Baoshu, excited, stripped off the monk’s robe he hadn’t washed for over a decade, bit his finger, and prepared to copy down the martial arts manual.

Qin Qiong tossed the flying chariot into the air, and it instantly expanded with the wind, transforming into a large vehicle capable of carrying ten people. Qin Qiong boarded the chariot, taking the man in black with him, and set off in pursuit of Pei Zonghao.

Li Chenyu, holding his long spear, watched the vortex of thunder above with a playful look. He wondered how much stronger that thunder dragon had become. Would he still be able to defeat it as easily as before? If so, it would be quite disappointing.

After searching the mountains, Zhang Zifan had found many treasures and had become a true Taoist of Many Treasures.

Meng Juntong shook her head vigorously, signaling her disbelief. She still refused to let go. She had woven countless dreams and entered countless others; the signs of awakening from a dream were all too familiar to her. Now, with the very foundation of the dream world fracturing, the signs of imminent awakening could not have been more obvious.

“Here are the dishes you ordered, sirs.” At that moment, the shopkeeper brought a plate of sweet and sour fish to Pei Zonghao’s table, carefully setting it down before wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.

Though Mrs. Ge scolded, she was aware that few villagers had much luck gathering herbs this season. She was only putting on a show to vent her temper.

If only one could see through clothing—wouldn’t that mean you could also see how many bullets they had in their pockets?

The next day, Youle went out happily to play, but came back utterly dejected.

Zombies were swept up one after another and pulverized, flesh splattering in all directions—a gruesome scene.

Huang Tao walked down the street, tugging uncomfortably at his baseball cap, as a lazy, carefree laugh sounded at his side.

But he hadn’t gone far before, wracked with pain and exhaustion, he fell once more—this time, even more miserably, straight onto a large rock. Blood gushed from his head, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood, nearly fainting again.