Volume 1, Chapter 50: He Protected Her, Playing His Piece Without Regret

"Thank you for your encouragement, Junior Brother. We will go to the Divine Everlasting Academy together then." Yang Zihao smiled and patted Yao Muchen's shoulder, his warm, large eyes brimming with deep affection.

"It's almost noon. I have to accompany my wife to see her father-in-law, and I don't have time to tag along with you. Step aside." Ye Bai showed them no courtesy whatsoever; he had never held a high opinion of the people from the National Security Bureau.

Along with the appearance of this object, there was also something about a person's height, consisting of countless cylindrical tubes arranged in three stacks. Its appearance looked somewhat similar to the object seen just now, yet it was made of a different material.

Four Dragons sat on the chair behind Old Gu with a helpless expression. Although Old Gu was relatively polite to him and did not subject him to physical torture, there were still two submachine guns pointed at his back, leaving Four Dragons with no dare to act rashly.

"This cannot be tested. If you try, you will die." Ye Bai shook his head. He knew that with the strength of Bing Yi and the others, curse markings formed by the dual forces of cold and heat, once unleashed against them with ill intent, would definitely be enough to tear their entire upper bodies to shreds in an instant.

"Yadong, what do you think of her being named Annie?" Nana stared straight at Yadong, a trace of nameless emotion flashing in her eyes.

The housekeeper and two elderly servants walked up carrying two chests. Upon opening them, the interiors were filled entirely with a dazzling expanse of silver taels.

Teng Ichiro suddenly dashed past him in a flash, while Yao Muchen reached out, grabbed the rushing Yang Zihao and Jiang Fushen, and instantly retreated thirty meters backward.

"Is this Sun-Sun Elixir really that difficult to refine?" Yao Muchen asked via voice transmission, feeling somewhat puzzled. Although he had sensed during the refining process that this pill had a lower success rate than others, he hadn't felt it was particularly difficult to make.

Liren coldly watched everything happening atop the city wall from a distance. When he saw the desperate resistance put up by the imperial guards and the city garrison forces, he suddenly could not comprehend it. Why was it that in history, a single Mongol could drive these troops—who could fight so valiantly against their own people—into scattering and fleeing like chased ducks?

In the afternoon, Two-Sleeve Manor received guests. The visitors were from the Prince Xuan's Mansion, and the newcomer was an elderly man.

Cang Hai did not necessarily have to maintain such an intimate senior-junior brother relationship with Guan Lin; he was not some bootlicker who needed to curry favor with anyone.

Ling Xuan looked up at the three hanging characters "Hua Yin Hall", gazed at them for a long time, then let out a soft sigh with a slightly emotional look on his features before slowly walking inside.

Zhao Wumei was about to bring up a matter when she suddenly noticed the bizarre change in Xia Fan's trousers, causing her eyes to widen instantly.

Had he not experienced it firsthand, Xia Fan would never have believed that such a myth truly existed in this world. Amidst the bustling metropolis, the daily hustle and bustle always revolved around nothing more than the most basic necessities of food, clothing, housing, and travel.

Liu Sanqian's consciousness gradually drifted away. Just as she was about to slip into total unconsciousness, a warm sensation touched her lips.

Ling Xuan glanced at Ling Wu. Their gazes met, and Ling Xuan nodded gently, knowing what Ling Wu meant.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought for another dozen breaths. By this time, neither You Ye nor Han Ranyao dared to be careless; instead, they fought their opponent with absolute focus and concentration.

Zhang Wei immediately felt a creeping chill in his heart as he was watched in this manner. Given the current situation, Zhang Wei truly had no way to counter it! At this moment, not only was the hostility of those surrounding him surging to the extreme, but that reclusive martial artist Liu Bairen also commanded overwhelming momentum. For Zhang Wei, this could be considered a desperate dead end.

Qingjun, you cannot comprehend that kind of heartbreak. The feeling of being abandoned by him for the sake of some more important matters. It tears your heart apart—first, you hate him and resent him, hating him to the very bones, until finally, all resentment fades away... leaving only the wish that he might turn back.

As long as you wear this ring, I will be by your side, and no one will ever dare to bully you.

Just as the gloating expression on Zhuang Yan's face had yet to fade, the pill cauldron in his hand let out a "bang" sound, followed by a burst of blue smoke, instantly freezing his expression in place.

"Why stay in the Middle Six Realms and disrupt the order and balance here?" Frowning deeply, Hu Ao cast aside his fear of Chiyou and questioned him.

At this moment, Lu Yuan had already walked into the range of the Heavenly Sword, and then he turned around and looked at everyone.

The fringes of the Immortal Realm. Here, the spiritual energy was sparse, and heavenly treasures were utterly nonexistent. Consequently, there was no sign of human habitation, and no one had set foot here for tens of thousands of years.

A cold expression settled on Hu Ao's face as he said indifferently, "I am merely someone whose duty is to protect this universe. Enough idle talk, Rongrong, make your move!" With that, his figure vanished as he launched an attack toward the Jade Emperor.

"Her father is Japan's Minister of Finance. Relying on her family's wealth, power, and good looks, she runs amok everywhere. All the famous guys in school seem to have some sort of fling with her. She never got along with us normally, and the moment you arrived, she just became even more insufferable." Kelly explained to Ray on the side.

Fang Chen shook his head. This batch of black-skinned watermelons was simply something he had grown unintentionally that day. Annoyed that the ground was completely empty and being wasted, he had bought some black-skinned watermelon seeds and scattered them randomly on the ground. Over the past few months, nourished by the spiritual energy in the orchard, they had all grown wildly beyond control, each weighing a full fifty-odd catties.