Volume One, Chapter 95: I Had a Sexual Dream!

The venue of the Wang Teng Tianjiao Assembly admitted no one from the Eastern Wastelands who lacked a renowned name or a strong background.

After the battle rite, Huxi’s expression looked deeply strange, and she and Huxi were on very close terms, even closer than Huxi had been with her own parents. When news of Huxi reached Tianhu, the Celestial Fox erupted in fury.

On both sides of the road, countless people had already gathered to welcome the much-expected new President as he was about to take office.

I don’t know whether everyone in this world is the same, but Liao Tianshuo had been urging everyone on for so long with a tense tone. Yet when Wang Fei returned, he happened to see them carrying the dishes onto the table.

These people were obviously here to kidnap someone; although their family was not as prominent as Jiang Zhichun’s, they were still capable of buying these things.

She rose and pulled back the curtains. Outside, the sun blazed, the sky was clear as crystal, and the whole world looked vividly lush after being soaked by a torrential rain.

Huangmo was so anxious she was about to cry. What was she to do? She could only keep speaking to Junli, begging him to stay calm, but the nightmare demons on the battlefield fed on one another, and besides, Junli carried original sin himself. That nightmare demon therefore raged through heaven and earth almost without restraint.

Kong Haozhi went to fetch another pot of tea leaves, and when he returned, he found that Wang Fei was no longer standing by the stone table.

A flash of insight struck Zhang Yunxian. Without using the Heavenly-Eye Divine Skill, could the other side sense it anyway?

"If this is all you came to talk about, then I’m leaving," Dao Tianjun said, draining a cup of wine in one gulp.

I had always thought the old man was merely babbling, yet over the years, when I looked back, everything in my life had somehow proven what he had said.

Ghosts are like air: ordinary people cannot see them or touch them, but if the air is sealed away, you can feel their presence.

Now Chen Lifen was pouring out every complaint about her marriage to Cheng Ye, inevitably leaving Cheng Ye both shocked and astonished.

As she listened, Cheng Ye went from astonishment to surprise and then to calm. She knew that in Chen Lifen’s state, there had to be an outlet, a place to release her repressed emotions, or she might do something extreme.

She moved the wine cup to his lips and watched him drink it in one go, her chin lifting with smug satisfaction.

Even though he and the magistrate had tortured their brains together, he had failed to uncover that much information. Jiang Lan, however, wore a face of absolute certainty; the gap between them was truly too obvious.

Besides perfume, for anything applied to one’s skin, appearance comes first, and fragrance comes second.

Taoran was clearly on intimate terms with the owners of those restaurants. Each owner was warm and welcoming, personally guiding the three of them around.

Before Ronghua could even speak, Ronghan was pushed aside, and his expression instantly turned faintly helpless.

Liu Wei was truly exhausted today; once she entered the inn gate, she yawned and walked straight to the second floor.

As time went on, the immortal-art martial power in Dugu Jian surged, giving faint signs of breaking through the Three Stars of the Imperial Emperor.

Yue Qingyao and her companions had also reached this side by then. At first, they had planned to chat over there.

Zhao Baoyu smiled, then drew out a drop of Tianhe water, separated a tiny portion, flicked it with his fingertip, and turned it into a thin mist that sank into Yiyi’s face.

In truth, their heavy investment in Great Green Mountain was not because they genuinely wanted to develop it; it was to wrest control of the neighborhood headman’s seat, so that they could later control Great Green Mountain and seize the most enticing prize in all of Huaxia today.

Shen Hao listened to Situ Shaoyi beg for mercy, unmoved. After enduring so many calamities, especially after so many cherished people were murdered, all pity and sympathy for his enemies had been wiped out of him.

One second… two seconds… three seconds… Shen Hao bled from all seven apertures. All his effort was useless, and he could not mount a final resistance. When this brute was near despair, he sensed a reaction in his divine blood.

After a day of trouble, Qing’er was tired too. The carriage had not yet returned to the siheyuan when she fell asleep in it.

"Enough. What does it matter what time it is—why call him back?" came Xu Xiuying’s voice.

"What kind of intelligence could be worth the lives of two exorcists?" Li Qi asked, calm and unhurried.

At that moment, Jiang Wei saw an arrow-shaped object suddenly fly at him from a nearby tree.

Seated in the hospital corridor as if resigned to fate, Qiao Song clutched her clothes tightly around her. Whenever she glimpsed the emergency-room lights, a wave of suffocating panic rose in her, as if a hand were gripping her heart.

In contrast, Wang Haoming thought that this blue-and-white bowl, even if not made in the Kangxi Imperial Kiln, must still be an old object.

Jiang Wei remained silent and made no move, allowing himself to be surrounded by those city-defending ghost soldiers.

Su Yinzheng was not a child of the Su family. He was Bai Qian and someone else’s child, and he had stolen Su Mubu’s identity.

The moment the sound came out—at the same instant a fox tail swept and sealed the summoning gate of the evil wolf—the gate to the alternate dimension closed instantly, and the room sank into dead silence.

There was a tearing sound, and Charlemagne’s chest was ripped open into ragged strips marked with a huge written character for “sword,” but the foreigner Charlemagne did not understand it, nor could he sense the strength and lightness carried in that stroke.

"Returning Commander, in the southwest, Gui’an was breached by rebels yesterday, and in the northwest, Longji has also been occupied by rebels," Zhang Zhaogong replied, not daring to look directly at Gu Yanzhao’s eyes.

Given the old teacher-student bond he once shared with Zhuque, Zhuque would never disregard his wife, who was Zhuque’s own master’s wife.

But after scanning the hall of this floor, he found everyone seated to capacity. The frenzy inside the Crescent Moon Tavern made the extent of its bustling scene obvious at once.

Before long, the group of four passed through the Mountain-Guarding Great Array and entered the broadleaf forest below the villa.

Red tongues of flame raged wildly through the desolate street as a bullet shot from a soot-black muzzle.

We no longer dared to split up and go in teams, so we moved together, checking place after place. Lao Dan and Sister Bingxiang were in charge of guarding; if anything happened, they would act at once.

"I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care to know. But, please, out of face for Liu Dehua, release that girl and I’ll let you go free." Wang Ying’s tone was very polite, yet an icy edge of murder lurked within it.

No one opened the door. That was no challenge to Chen Haoran. He placed his large hand on the lock, and an invisible force surged into it. The lock snapped open at once.

That provoked a hornet’s nest. Tang Xuer, the one whose lips had been stolen for a kiss, parted her tiny teeth and bit Pan Haodong’s lips, then suddenly bit down hard.

The place we are in now is precisely that abandoned Mongolian village, the one no one lives in now.