Volume 1, Chapter 22: Preparing for a Rainy Day

"Are you saying... black clothes embroidered with red clouds?" Uchiha Matsuri’s heart tightened upon hearing the words of the Huang family’s third son.

The film crew's makeup artist stepped forward to touch up the makeup for Jiang Se, who was bound. Once the armorer finished checking the firearms and the gel explosives were prepared, the sound of gunfire rang out. Jiang Se collapsed on cue, sinking slowly to the ground.

The number of people signed up for the live stream continued to grow, and the count of comments had already surpassed one million; the 27th had finally arrived.

However, even until the noodles had gone cold, the Moon God did not appear. Xu Xianyue could find neither the Moon God nor Mu Qing. Yet, recalling that the Moon God had been away from the estate during his birthday for the past two years, she felt relieved.

Strange, could this be one of the lover's skills? Or had some special situation occurred? Could it be disadvantageous for Yan Qinqing?

Lin Baiyu was dumped in a mass grave. Once those people left, she rose to her feet. Without rushing to cultivate, she applied a protective talisman to herself and followed them back to the prison, seeking a way to enter the cell where the Tang family was being held.

"I’ll have the driver take you all to school in a bit. No nonsense this time, or I won’t be so polite." Yanfu Ningyue’s voice turned cold, and the three children were startled, as if they had been transported back to their time in Switzerland.

"You two, stop right there!" The two who were still bickering spoke in perfect unison; their synchronization could not have been better.

Coincidentally, Uchiha Matsuri had some history with the Mist ninja Hozuki Mangetsu, who was currently executing a night raid.

This room happened to be a utility closet, a place where workers stored cleaning supplies. The items that had fallen were simply new brooms.

Jiang Yiling stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. The inadvertent display of cuteness caused Le Yang’s heart to skip a few beats.

Watching Cheng Feng walk away, Ning Xia expanded his chest. Having run into this turmoil right upon arrival, he was quite satisfied.

Cai Xu rushed to the end of the human bridge in one breath and took two more steps forward. With his meager strength, blood poured from his seven orifices, and his bones rattled loudly.

Cheng Shi checked the time; it was already noon. Having run back and forth all morning, he was famished. He turned and headed out to eat.

Today was Sunday. Since it was the first Sunday of the month, the weekend event had rotated back to the Twelve Sects Challenge.

The 98k remained unmoved; instead, their own Lion Camel was taken down in one strike by the Law skill of the Laiyang Steel Pipe.

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Zhu felt a flicker of uncertainty. After all, in the antique trade, even the keenest eyes could occasionally be deceived.

Originally, the players in Bianliang City had hoped that Qian Lian's Wild Leopard would display the same formidable power as the 98k pet owned by Qianqiu.

In contrast, the one in the orphanage was more worthy of attention. Lynn believed that no matter what sins were worth judging and erasing in Gotham, the orphanage shouldn't be one of them; even if there were, they would likely be the adults.

Before Fatty Liu could catch his breath, Shopkeeper Li arrived at his home with all the other shopkeepers in tow.

Of course, to become an inner-sect disciple of the Xianxia Sect, one needed not only sect contributions but also a certain level of cultivation.

Perhaps because he opened his mouth too wide, the old man not only bit into the french fry but also bit the hand Xinyi was using to hold it.

She had already consulted a lawyer, who said this was acceptable. After all, they were a couple separating due to irreconcilable differences, and the law had no right to judge such matters.

If only one warship had suffered such an accident, it would have been easier to explain and would not have aroused suspicion.

Her eye corners tilted slightly upward, and her cherry-red lips pulled into a playful arc. Under the embellishment of the night lights, she looked like a seasoned patron lingering in the nightlife.

Qi Xiu stepped forward, but before he could stop Yu Can, he saw Yu Can transform into his golden eagle beast form in a fit of rage, his sharp talons striking out repeatedly.

Lynn and Constantine gorged themselves, wiping the bottom of the pot clean with mantou buns until every last scrap was swallowed.

"Legend has it that Senior Zhenyuanzi wears a purple-gold crown and a carefree crane cloak. He wears shoes upon his feet and a silk sash tied around his waist."

"Your fame and fortune depend on this! Act immediately. If there is any leak, execute them without mercy!" Cao Cao’s words were measured and resonant, leaving no room for doubt, his aura of authority fully displayed.

"Wouldn't it have been better to just do this earlier? Why all the fuss? Sit down and eat." Jiang Ming said, picking up a bowl for himself, filling it with porridge, and drinking it in large gulps—not showing the slightest fear of the heat.

Ren Wenqiu smiled slightly and said, "You are a dead man!" As he finished, he flicked his wrist and swung his blade. Amidst a low hum, the heavy broadsword in Ren Wenqiu’s hand dissolved into dozens of blurry shadows. In the blink of an eye, the entire area within a yard of Yue Tianqiu was enveloped in this "curtain of blades," leaving him truly nowhere to dodge or escape.

A beautiful woman is a source of disaster. Often, it is not the beauty who harms someone, but simply that once one becomes entangled, trouble follows in succession. After all, one cannot expect to take all the advantages without paying any price, right?

Feng Lingxi merely glanced at them briefly before withdrawing her gaze. Compared to the grandeur of the stone cave, she was more concerned with the two young men before her.

Qin Luoqi did not answer immediately, and Gu Yanzhi, like a patient hunter waiting for his prey to enter the net, did not urge her.

After speaking, she felt deeply ashamed, for this was naked exploitation, and it risked dragging Jiang Ming into a whirlpool that had nothing to do with him.

However, Huapigou and Chai Hang on the other side were full of disappointment. If the handsome car had plunged off the cliff, they would have certainly cheered, but their expressions only darkened further as they watched what followed.

Moreover, judging by the fact that they hadn't heard the voices of Maireesu and the others since the battle began, it was highly probable that the two of them were already dead.

Mortals live the lives of mortals, enjoying decades of luxury and splendor only to face the inevitable cycle of aging, sickness, and death. Cultivators, however, lead lives that are far more perilous and complex.

"Lei Cheng, you ask me what you can do for this place, so now I ask you: can you even survive here?" Shentu Haolong looked at Lei Cheng and asked, lifting him up by his collar.

Feeling too embarrassed to ask the shop assistant, Fu Jingsi could only grab every pack that looked decent. The final result was him heading to the counter to pay while carrying a basket full of sanitary pads.

It was clear that if Huo Yi could get me back to the bedroom, he would naturally have sent Huang Lanxiang home as well.

"Brother Long, they went through such highs and lows last night; aren't you going to offer an explanation?" With no other choice, Mo Jue had to find another way.

The hull section of the *Zhenyuan* was struck directly. Even though the mothership had been specially refined and possessed astonishing defensive capabilities, a massive hole was torn open at that very moment.