Volume 1, Chapter 60: Fu Yanzhou, You Are Truly Despicable!

The hospital room was filled with a suffocating, dead silence.
Fu Yanzhou looked at the woman lying on the hospital bed.
That face was weak, emaciated, and devoid of almost any trace of color.
Yet those eyes were as cold as frost.
Fu Yanzhou frowned.
He hadn't expected Lin Zhiwan to be so foolish!
There was a way to achieve the best of both worlds, yet she insisted on bringing total disgrace to them both and leaving them locked in a mutual destruction.
The continuous sound of objects cutting rapidly through the grass kept Warren in a state of extreme tension, and he immediately detected the anomaly.
"Speaking of which, this big tree is about to be cut down anyway. There won't be much point in you working here anymore. How about I have my son introduce you to an easier job? He still has some pull." The old man said this with utmost seriousness, not joking at all.
As an imperial duke, he had made too many enemies. Furthermore, among the four great dukes, he was the only one with an heir. Before Anzhe grew up completely, being a father was his weakness.
Xuanli was somewhat baffled, but still followed Li Yun's instructions and kept an eye on these three pilgrims.

As he spoke, he once again took a stride forward and turned to leave. Beside him, Zi tilted her head slightly, took one last glance at the myriad scenes below, and then set off to follow him.
"I'm telling you all, get lost!" Mo lowered his head, his pitch-black eyes fixed upon him, the unadulterated coldness radiating from his gaze making no attempt at concealment.
The Key Stone classifies the death of biological individuals into two types: physical death, where health points drop to zero, and soul destruction, where mental points drop to zero. The former was like Hataru; due to his resilient soul, and at a tremendous cost accompanied by Velen's all-out resurrection ritual, it was possible to achieve the seemingly absurd feat of rebirth.
That being said, Naru truly lived up to its reputation as a Holy Light battery—far more useful than any faith. Having finally finished speaking, Lanlos felt a wave of relief, and his fond caressing of the longsword grew increasingly obsessive.
Huang Meiyi nodded repeatedly. It didn't matter; after all, Jing Xiuyan had already been sold to her husband once by him, so selling her a second time made no difference.
Invisible, Jian Xingdao slowly flew upward, his gaze passing over the courtyard wall to take in the scene within.
She saw Yin Ruojun once again transform into an iceberg-faced figure, sitting silently on the sofa like a monarch who held the power over life and death.
[Warning! Spaceship attitude unbalanced! Risk of disintegration.] The moment the drill ship touched the edge of the gravitational field, the central system sent out a report.
In Cheng's memory, none of the skeleton soldiers that had yet to evolve to their ultimate stage possessed such formidable power.
The young man turned his head, redirecting his dagger. His new target was Mo Xi.
Passing by Su Mei, he even gave her backside a slap, finding it indeed full of springy resilience.

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough... Yesterday, I got knocked out by Da Huang, so I missed your call." Mo Xi awkwardly replied.
Forget it, forget it. Why waste time thinking so much? Better to give those chicken feet a good beating first. Mo Xi had previously used thirty percent of his strength, but now he increased it to fifty percent.
With the sinking of the first warship whose Emissary magical energy shield had been activated, came the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, right up to the very last one.
However, upon learning that Momochi Zabuza had failed his mission and sustained severe injuries, he had rushed over in a fury.
At the tail of the fighter jet, scorching flames spewed forth, and with a swift dash, it slowly lifted off the ground and soared into the sky.
When Shen Jincheng made his move, she had quietly drugged him with a pre-prepared potion of disorientation, staging the false appearance of a sexual assault.
Having settled the matter thus, Xiaoyaoye left the sword-casting hall and returned to his quarters. Although the Reversal Pill he had taken earlier made his body feel somewhat better than it had after trading blows with Shangguan Wei, a dull ache still lingered. Once inside, he closed the door and began to sit in cross-legged meditation to regulate his breath.