Volume 1, Chapter 33: Impossible to Forgive, Let Alone Pity

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Over the past few days, she had feigned composure, going to work and interacting with others as if nothing were wrong. Yet, the moment she was alone, her heart felt as though it were being swallowed by a black hole, leaving her completely adrift.

"Jian Ling, I am waiting in the endless void for your people from the Demon God Temple. If you do not come, the Demon God Temple shall be relegated to history!" Ying Mingxuan declared, transforming into a streak of light as he vanished.

The flat peach was a treasure of immense value; a ripened one was something even immortals could rarely hope to encounter. Yet, Wang Fei had consumed one in a single breath. Being a mere mortal, he naturally could not withstand the overwhelming power contained within such a prize.

Seeing that Yan Chong’s resolve had begun to fracture and collapse under her persuasion, Mimi decided to strike while the iron was hot, pressing her advantage with an even more potent dose of manipulation.

With a sharp "crack," a slap landed heavily across Yu Xian’s face, leaving a clear imprint of five fingers. The air suddenly turned stagnant, the silence so profound that the drop of a needle could be heard.

Upon hearing this, Wang Fei immediately grasped Zhu Tianpeng’s intentions and refused without a moment’s hesitation. Having gone to such lengths of trickery and cajoling to obtain the treasure, how could he possibly return it so easily?

In the hospital, she fed him sweet bread and warm milk, her heart aching as she looked at the scars on his face, asking him if he was in pain.

"Uh... cough, cough..." Li Hong was teased so relentlessly he felt as if he had swallowed a basket of buns, nearly choking to death. The other members of the Li family also wore expressions of deep embarrassment; remembering their previous insults toward Wang Fei, they wished they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

With a saccharine voice and moving as swiftly as a gust of wind, Sophie rushed out of the classroom and stood in Wang Fei’s way.

Perhaps the blue sun was merely a strange natural phenomenon, and the legend of the Dragon God’s blood staining the sun was nothing more than an ancient myth.

"If I am to leave, what price must I pay?" a few days later, when Chen Kai came to visit Ye Li once more, she asked him.

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"You two go ahead and argue; I have a headache. I’m going inside." Andy, unwilling to be caught in the crossfire as cannon fodder, covered his head and slipped away.

Tie Rou leaned quietly into his embrace. She was becoming increasingly accustomed to this chest; thank you, Wen Ruixiu.

Baili Wuyang suddenly realized that Kanan had been captured by Chi Hua, and he understood the recklessness of the full-scale assault. But it was impossible to call off the charge of thousands of men, and besides, the soldiers of the Bright Army would not have listened to Baili Wuyang anyway.

Tiger and the others, along with the police officers, all charged forward. After two such rounds of bombing, the terrorists had completely lost their ability to resist; they were either severely wounded or dead, with almost none remaining unscathed.

Ye Li was terrified of separation, yet her very name contained the character for "parting." As she grew up, she often thought that perhaps her fate had been predestined; she was not named Ye Ju (Gathering), but rather Ye Li (Parting).

Thus, the two retreated toward the outer edges of the Five-Poison Miasma Forest. Sadly, no matter where they fled, those poisonous insects clung to them like an inescapable tail, continuing to hunt and surround them with frantic intensity.

A storm was brewing. This tense, oppressive atmosphere drifted through the air in Chang'an, and the news of Li You’s rebellion soon spread throughout the world.

He could see his sincerity in his eyes. In that moment, Xia Luo was deeply moved; he could feel that Qian Zhiyuan genuinely wanted to help him.

And it was not just this one bag; he had already requisitioned a batch from the gunpowder workshop, intending to take them back to the military academy.

Although Peng Yue was the best candidate for this mission of persuasion, both in terms of status and martial prowess, Ziying was concerned that if anything went wrong during the trip and they lost Peng Yue—one of the three great generals of the early Han—it would be a truly devastating blow.

"Perhaps it’s worth more than that, but no matter how valuable it is, since he lost it to me, he shouldn’t even think about holding onto it again." Liu Mang would not be polite to that lecherous, lolicon old white man; the oil fields of Samora and the cruise ship would sooner or later belong to him, Liu Mang.

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Liu Mang really didn't know how to bring it up; after all, he and Lin Ziyue were only pretending to be a married couple, and so far, there had been no substantial progress between them.

Xiao Qi had not cursed like this for a long time. In a moment of agitation, a string of profanities spilled out of his mouth.

When he arrived in South Korea over a hundred years ago, there was no such thing as "South" or "North." The entire peninsula was relatively whole, and there were several families here worth noting, such as the Kim family of Pyongyang, the Li family of Busan, and... the An family of Seoul.

Of course, he was not the type to be impulsive, especially with Hai Ling present; he could only satisfy his eyes.

As they talked, Du Feng finally realized that the Shadow Heir was worried about his people being wiped out. He had learned that the Poison Emperor was merely an avatar of an immortal from the upper realm, and thus, he would certainly carry news of the Shadow Clan back. If the immortal from the upper realm were angered and truly punished the Shadow Clan with heavenly lightning, they would be in grave trouble.

After Du Feng entered, he saw President Zuo about to speak, but the man beat him to it. He truly knew the purpose of Du Feng's visit. As a master of the Imperial Realm and the Ice King of the Far North Continent, traveling such a long distance to the headquarters of the Formation Masters Alliance could only be to learn the National Protection Array.

Sun Daqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision went black, and then his consciousness blurred; he knew nothing more.

Under the infusion of true energy from over a dozen black-robed managers, the barrier thickened, revealing a membrane-like layer within which a door-like object appeared. It slowly opened, and threads of bright, golden light seeped out from within.