Volume 1 Chapter 29 Your Brother Is Doing Just Fine

Footsteps approached from the direction he had come. A surge of tension gripped his heart, and he panicked, unsure of where to hide.

He did not say a word, but instead started the car and drove back along the path Rong Qian had taken.

Qi Shen seemed to ask a question that was completely irrelevant, yet Yao Zhiyuan suddenly stiffened.

Su Lu pressed her face against the window. Everything outside was obscured, and they had no idea what surrounded them.

She was too heartless; there was nothing to be said. When she believed she still possessed the Nangong Pearl, she stopped pleading with him, removed the pearl, and proceeded to treat his wounds directly.

The Blood Jade was quite spiritually sensitive, but it was saturated with resentment, offering no benefit to the wearer. This, of course, applied to the living, but the Demon Hair Maiden required the jade soaked in her blood.

"Do I need to report my whereabouts to an outsider like you? How absurd," Yi Kong retorted angrily from within the cave.

"Brother, just treat it as simple curiosity. Just tell me where Lord Mountain Ghost is! I wasn’t planning on asking for your help anyway."

"Still under investigation. Duan Siqi’s injury might be related to the faction you mentioned," Shen Tingchuan said, bowing his head in thought.

In truth, having lived here for so long, Rong Qian was still unaccustomed to the darkness. Yet, compared to Mo Zun, who held her hand and walked with a steady, unhurried gait, it was as if he had no visual impairment at all.

Previously, that group of men had gathered in the chieftain's hut, likely to discuss this very matter with him.

For the ancient Egyptians, who placed immense importance on one's true name, the lack of a name meant one was not a formal deity.

"How about you become my Empress?" This time, Feng Qianzhan did not intend to test him further; he simply hoped for someone who would not betray him and would always have his best interests at heart, and Gong Moli was undoubtedly the best choice.

Yang Feier paced back and forth, looking left and right, before sitting on the edge of the round bed. "My dear sister, what is this little bit of exhaustion? Haven't we suffered enough already? I’m afraid..." She stopped mid-sentence.

The first red-skinned humanoid cursed, unleashing the power of death that permeated its entire being to cleanse the anomaly from its leg, while simultaneously vanishing without a trace.

Father and brother had vanished; He Man was nowhere to be found. I did not know the time; perhaps it was yet another lifetime.

Life returned to the way it had been: the same smiles, the same eccentric guests, and working until late every night. Only such busyness kept Feier from dwelling on everything that had come before.

After Moussa Sow received the ball, Hazard did not cut inside again but instead made another straight run. Moussa Sow turned and passed the ball to Cabaye, who was sprinting toward the penalty area.

Yi Shuihan nodded. Although he was unsure how they had learned his itinerary, by the looks of it, they were indeed his fans.

Jin Shunying watched silently as the soldiers escorted He Man away. Yan Jun offered a final instruction: "Keep a close watch on Concubine Xie," before chasing after them downstairs.

"I said even if he has mastered the Black Magic Arts, it is useless. He cannot save your Young Master Mo," Ye Yanqing emphasized.

Yet, she did not doubt for a moment that if anyone were to attack this old man, the assailant would face a terrifying onslaught—the power these mutants could unleash at full strength was truly horrifying.

Suddenly, another hand reached out, grabbed Yu Wen’s hand, and twisted it in the opposite direction. Yu Wen felt a sharp pain; if he didn't let go, his bones would snap. He struggled to pull his hand back and took a step, only to unexpectedly encounter the person he had been searching for.

Around Shi Yu, countless I-metals erupted from the ground, all aimed at her. These shards were razor-sharp; had they struck, Shi Yu would have been turned into a sieve. She had no choice but to leap into the air.

However, as she fell, she saw that the few people behind her had also collapsed... The opponent... was absurdly strong.

"Let’s go see Qingyu together. We will tell him together." Xue Ran tried to lift her up to return, but she had only moved slightly when she began to cough violently, eventually spitting up a mouthful of black blood.

He looked at the withered crow as if mourning a fallen companion. His once clear eyes now appeared dim, as if sorrow had stripped away all hope.

Du Erkang, Pan Sanwei, and Zhen Qiantianwandai visited the old man before coming to chat with Qin Xiao.

Seeing this, the old man immediately rushed over with two other Earth Martial Realm level nine masters, surrounding Wei Qinglong. The three of them ganged up on him. After a few exchanges, Wei Qinglong suffered a crushing defeat and was severely wounded. Although he held a precious sword, his three opponents were all masters with cultivation levels equal to his own.

She had been a headmistress for over a decade and had seen many leaders, most of whom were full of airs, but this was the first time she had seen a youth with such astonishing nobility.

When Qi Qing came to see Tao Nanshu again, she was reading the legendary stories about "Crown Prince Qi Qing" that her subordinates had gathered.

Chu Langge looked back at him suspiciously. At first, she didn't know why he questioned her, but when she saw his gleaming eyes, how could she not understand?

Standing on high ground, with a clear and distant view, Wang Xiangyuan saw a young man with a slight limp, surrounded by the bridal procession, approach the side of the grand sedan chair, lift the curtain, and reach a hand inside.

Ye Shengting was wearing only a thin shirt and trousers. Emerging from the elevator and seeing her, he stood perfectly still.

I thought to myself, if it isn't you, then who is it? You gave me the hairpin, you led me to the river yesterday, and today you want to harm me again.

Chu Langge had originally been somewhat concerned about the affairs at the Jingci Nunnery, but after thinking it over rationally, she lost interest. What she wanted to know most now was where Song Qinghe was hiding.

I watched from the side, legs trembling. Su Zhi’s obsession with pharmacology was as fanatical as that of the old man in my family.

Bai Xue, the free-spirited and unrestrained, could only sit back down in his chair with a sigh upon hearing the word "fate."