Volume 1, Chapter 37: A Change in Perspective Regarding Jiang Yutang

Jiang Yutang was stunned for a moment. Her husband was likely keeping Yun Qianqian company...

As this thought crossed her mind, two figures suddenly entered her view. Beneath the weeping willows by the lake not far away, Xie Yi was walking alongside Yun Qianqian, looking like a pair of celestial lovers.

Jiang Yutang’s gaze turned mocking as she replied to Shen Wan, "He is dead."

That is enough... I do not want to go on like this anymore. I will not let anyone else important to me disappear from my side.

I am currently using a skill of my own creation called the "Wind Eye Illusion." It is a hallucinatory technique that consumes no magical power, but it demands an exceptionally high level of mental fortitude. If one’s mental strength cannot suppress the opponent while using it, one will suffer a backlash and sustain mental trauma.

Originally, the fire caused by the three brothers’ mischief was not large, but it happened to coincide with a white tiger escaping its cage. After it rampaged through the mountain stronghold, the bandits were too busy fleeing for their lives to put out the fire. The flames grew, and now the entire stronghold was ablaze.

I looked at the resolute expression on Mo Lin’s face, leaned down, and whispered something into her ear. Seeing her nod, she vanished from where she stood.

"Can you be certain?" A round-faced, big-eared man with a shaved head asked calmly, turning to the long-browed elder beside him who held two formation disks.

"Big brother, why are you still by the seaside so late? Is something weighing on your mind?" Xiao Shan lit a cigarette and stood beside Xiao Yuan. Xiao Yuan looked at the loneliness in Xiao Shan that seemed far beyond his years, and for a moment, he felt as if he did not recognize his own brother. Xiao Yuan shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

Yu Silan said nothing, held in Chen Shu’s embrace. Chen Shu remained silent as well; she no longer had the heart to quarrel with Wen Hengxin. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her throat still ached.

With that one glance, Xiao Tingting felt her legs go weak and nearly fainted. It was only because He Ji held her tightly that she was prevented from falling off the bridge.

The evening breeze blew, lifting a few strands of white hair. Lian Polu nodded slightly and raised a hand. A spirit jade coffin suddenly appeared beside him. He gently placed Zhao Wu’s cold corpse into it, and the coffin vanished instantly. "Let’s go!" A bone-chilling killing intent flashed through Lian Polu’s eyes, and with a flash of light, he disappeared from the spot.

However, his expression turned serious, and he took out an envelope, speaking in a solemn tone.

But others saw that he could rival Lorelei in momentum, and Guye’s composure had earned everyone’s recognition, especially those in the Champion’s box.

As one of the best fullbacks in the general district, how could He Zhihai be toyed with repeatedly by Experimental Middle School? Just as the two strikers from Experimental Middle School were passing the ball with glee, He Zhihai suddenly appeared and intercepted it.

The fans’ reaction instantly pulled Zhang Jun into the charm of football. It had to be said that this black-and-white elf on the pitch was truly mesmerizing, making one unable to help but go wild and shed tears for it.

"Is this your first time participating? Then you need to register for a Pokémon Contest card. Please provide an item that can verify your identity!" The attendant smiled, her attitude unchanging.

"There is no third option?" Mo Tianyue said indifferently. Since the other party was being so bullying, he had no choice at all.

No one could see clearly. The only discovery was that Qin Jiangfeng was now holding his racket in his left hand—and it was a shakehand grip.

Legal responsibility within the system is not like the verbal warnings in the entertainment industry seen on television, which are merely meant to intimidate.

The one emotion among the seven passions and six desires that he could not discard—anger—was expressed here without reservation. A blonde, handsome man in an Armani suit sat in a section of the audience. This foreigner, who looked about the same age as Qin Jiangfeng, had been watching only him since the match began. At this moment, he shook his head slightly.