Volume 1, Chapter 37: Changning Is Isolated

"Don't try any tricks with me." Hearing Old Wang's words, which were clearly meant to stall, Yang Chaoran immediately threw another punch at him.

He knew that Qiao Xu was always composed; even when she learned of the trouble Zhuo Rui had encountered, she had remained calm and steady. Every time she lost control of her emotions or appeared disheveled, it was only because of the people she cared about most.

I brushed the medicinal powder off his body, took out fresh clothes for him to change into, and brought out the herbs I had gathered on the mountain today.

"Yes, according to the surveillance footage, he was indeed deliberately waiting at the entrance. He only rushed forward once he saw your parents coming out of the alley, which led to their deaths," the police officer explained to Su Lan in detail.

A sudden sense of alarm rose in my heart. Just as the beam of light was about to reach my hand, I quickly threw the peach wood sword away. I watched as the sword, now suspended in mid-air, was completely ensnared by the blue rays of light.

At this moment, the side that strikes later can easily choose to cut into the enemy's weakest point—the ribs—leaving the opponent little chance to react before suffering massive casualties.

A moment later, the dust and smoke began to clear, and a force of about a thousand men appeared before them. When they were about three miles away, it was clear that most of them were foot soldiers, though they were accompanied by many carriages. Seeing the boxes and crates loaded onto the carts, Liu Yuan laughed happily.

As he spoke, he leaned in closer. Just as Qiao Xu raised her hand to cover his mouth, Lu Moqing caught her wrist and planted a kiss on her lips.

If Shang Yang could stand by and watch the Li family collapse bit by bit, he never would have staged that scene at the appreciation dinner where he distanced himself from them.

For a man who had guarded the gate for over thirty years to suddenly produce a letter of recommendation written personally by a national leader was a terrifying prospect. Dino Sani's first reaction was that his father had been deceived.

"Bring him up and let's see him. I want to know who is so daring!" the sorcerer said with a sneer.

"If you do not agree, then I would rather die than give up the position of patriarch!" the Soul Heaven Emperor said coldly, looking at the grim-faced Soul Void Child.

Rong Shaochen recounted to Ji Zeyan everything he knew about the involvement of Leo and his mother.

Countless players also discovered the bats and couldn't help but scream. Their voices converged, completely waking the bats, and the sound of squeaking echoed through the cave, spreading instantly from one end to the other.

The entire hall fell silent in an instant, with only the ancient music playing on. I suddenly felt that no matter how these people packaged themselves on the outside, or even if their hearts had changed, there were still some things—deep-seated in their souls—that remained entirely unchanged. This was the pride that belonged to every Taoist disciple.

He sneered inwardly; as soon as they heard the suspect was Chinese, these two had started to get worked up.

We listened to Liu Yi's stories while we ate, and by the time he finished, we had finished our meal as well, our stomachs stuffed full.

"Sister-in-law, hello. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Li Yongjun, Chairman Li. Does he live here?" Su Junhua asked politely.

Even on the outer edges of this storm, the massive air pressure stirred up the surrounding yellow sand, forming a gargantuan sandstorm that blotted out the sky, as if it could swallow the world. If it were to sweep over them, even the mountains would likely be snapped in half.

A servant ran over and nervously opened the door, bypassing the grim-faced Mother Qin. Sure enough, the family of three was outside.

"However, there is a restriction in Mirror Lake—a fifth-level restriction. I cannot withstand it," Hua Lin said, looking troubled. The moment she touched that restriction, she would be sent flying; trying to force her way through would mean certain death.

Danzhi waved his hand in an ancient gesture of salute to Lakman, then turned his horse around. Lakman did not pursue, for he knew that Danzhi had not used his full strength. During their encounter, Danzhi had many chances to take his life, but he had chosen not to do so.

"It seems the Young Master of the Fire Clan is truly worthy of his name, not just an empty shell! The Fire Clan can be proud to have such a successor," others remarked with envy.

In time, Si Luan would shine brilliantly, blooming with her own radiance. When that day came, she would have enough capital to challenge the Medicine King, Jun Ruo.

"Murong Guang, Wanyan Loushi, take note: the corner tower has been breached. Expand the gap immediately!" Wanyan Aguda ordered.

Su Mu did not hold out for long before his consciousness began to blur. A bowl-shaped object rested atop his head, suppressing his sea of consciousness and sealing his power. Thus, at this moment, Su Mu was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, possessing no strength to resist.

Except for Fu Qing, Fu Boya and Jun Ruo secretly wondered: who on earth was this? So terrifying.

At night, the moonlight was thick, and a pale crescent hung in the pitch-black sky, hazy and dim. The stars were dense, and as a gentle breeze blew, a slender black shadow suddenly appeared on the roof of the Moon Prince's main hall.

Seeing Director Liu lying on the bed and staring blankly for a long time without reacting, Liang Fei couldn't guess what the man was up to. He frowned and asked.

Xie Wuji dodged the incoming claw, his right hand simultaneously slamming into the Black Tiger King's other claw with a solid thud.

"Can you speak like a normal person? Can't we just communicate properly?" Ma Chengfeng clearly didn't understand the nuances here.

Looking over at the Yuan camp, the remaining soldiers, having finally recovered, had surrounded Xie Wuji and his group, fighting desperately to encircle and annihilate them.

Watching Section Chief Ma lead He Jia away, Liang Fei turned his gaze to see Old He sitting there, face filled with misery and head hanging low, not saying a word.

It was unavoidable now. As the coffin neared the side of the boat, they had no choice but to use an iron hook to push it away.

"You damned bald thief, your mouth sure stinks. Let your Grandpa Zhou Dian play with you for a bit." Accompanied by a rough, boisterous shout, Zhou Dian’s slightly chubby figure sprang out like a cannonball, crashing straight toward the fierce-looking leader.

However, if everything he did could restore Ji Ruyu's memory, then if they met again in the future, everything would be easier to explain.