Volume One, Chapter 46: A Serene Beauty Revisited

We gazed deeply into each other's eyes. He said nothing, and neither did I. My gaze conveyed a final farewell, while his revealed a profound hatred for life and a helpless despair. As a man, a proud man, the agony of having one's wife stolen felt as though his very bones were being ground to dust, carving a massive, gaping wound upon his heart.

Shen Qingshui could tell that he was displeased once more, yet having no inkling of the reason, she simply remained silent.

Remembering that she still had matters to attend to, Gong Qianzhu hardened her heart and brought the edge of her hand down sharply against Nisha's neck. With a stifled groan of pain, Nisha slumped into unconsciousness. Gong Qianzhu supported him to the daybed, covered him properly with a blanket, and then summoned the Jiuli Palace Lantern into her hand, turning to step into the inner chamber.

After tidying up briefly, Qiu Ming went out to grab a bite to eat. He was not particularly a foodie, but the food from the animated world genuinely did not suit his palate; every time he returned, even a simple plate of fried noodles tasted exceptionally fragrant to him.

In truth, he could have rented the apartment out, but he was hardly short on money at the moment, and he simply could not be bothered to lease his room to strangers. He preferred to leave it vacant for the sake of peace and quiet.

Hearing the elder's words, the old man opened his eyes. A flash of sharp brilliance crossed his gaze, for he sensed something extraordinary about Tianci. This was not something brought about by cultivation, but rather an intuitive sense of the man's uncommon destiny.

I stepped into the elevator and saw Jiang Ciyun chase after me. As the elevator reached the ground floor, I walked out, and just as I reached the hospital entrance, my hand was grabbed by a powerful force.

"Ahem, how would I know..." Awakened by Wu Xiaomeng, Lin Feng was equally bewildered. This sort of thing seemed to have happened a few times already; it truly was quite a coincidence.

Meanwhile, having listened to Colson's words, Melinda could not help but picture the image of a carefree, roguish playboy in her mind. She pursed her lips, shook her head helplessly, and with a few long strides, walked over to Colson, heading together toward that towering white structure.

I was instantly left speechless. His reasoning was flawless, completely sound and acceptable. Furthermore, since he was sincere in offering a gift, how could I possibly find a reason to refuse? Yet the more I turned it over in my mind, the more I felt something was amiss. This Xingfeng was simply too unfathomable.

A few days later, the two of them followed a convoy deep into the mountains and went into hiding. After the apocalypse, gold held little utility, whereas star crystals served as the primary currency; hence, no one bothered to target gold. The sole guard here was merely a Tier 8 powerhouse, entirely incapable of detecting the pair.

Having said that, Qin Tianze turned away, as though he could not bear to watch Liu Ming choose such an immensely perilous path.

The others paid no heed to the two of them. All eyes, including Luo Changfeng's, gazed fixedly into the distance at the figure standing directly before the forest of pagodas, blocking their path.

It was not entirely sufficient, but secondly, he believed that Ye Xiu must have had his reasons for phrasing it that way. He could wait for a future opportunity when he was alone with Ye Xiu to ask him about it.

At that moment, the blazing sun hung high in the sky. The men pushing the boulders were drenched in sweat, yet they continued to shove with all their might. However, the stones were far too heavy, shifting merely by a fraction each time. The Purple Emperor lay leisurely, just preparing to lie down and sleep.

The Volvo XC90 slowly drove away from Tiger Bay Villa, leaving behind only the dejected lean man and the burly man. The two of them stared blankly at each other, shrugged helplessly, and turned to walk away.

Luo Changfeng likewise kept his eyes fixed upon Jun Zeyu, desperately wishing to know how the other had managed to discern his preceding utterance of "amidst cups and goblets."

As he sprinted forward, Xu Yang's divine sense stirred. He channeled the Azure Wood Spirit Physique Technique while simultaneously stimulating the immortal wood spirit gateway within the three-colored vortex inside his body.

The fat man slapped the steering wheel angrily, slammed his foot hard on the accelerator, and the vehicle's speed surged abruptly.

Indeed, once I entered the boundary of the protective barrier, Huang Gewen clearly felt a sense of dread and dared not approach. Joy surged within me; haha, it seemed my strategy had been correct after all.

Being teased so relentlessly by everyone, I felt a sudden surge of shamed anxiety and could not help lifting my gaze to glare at Baoyuan. It was all his fault for casually bringing up the topic of drinking! Honest? Honest your head, when have I ever been dishonest?

Naturally, achieving this goal required an immense amount of chakra—at the very least, Naruto's body would have to reach adulthood.

"Brother, we're teammates again. In the upcoming matches, you know the drill." O'Neal extended a hand, looking at Sun Zhuo with a smile.

Zhu Ming waved his hand, and a blade formed from psychic energy sliced through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle.

This time, with so many green-furred zombies, turning them all to ashes would surely leave behind several more patches of spatial void.

At that moment, the bright moon that had been hanging in the sky suddenly slipped behind a cluster of clouds, and the street beneath the night sky grew intensely dim, illuminated only by faint, distant flickers of light.

If it were a one-on-one showdown between Sun Zhuo and Kobe, not a single person within the Lakers organization would believe Sun Zhuo could defeat Kobe. Yet, if it came down purely to a three-point shooting contest—especially with Sun Zhuo possessing a magnificent shooting touch tonight while Kobe experienced the exact opposite—Sun Zhuo still stood a very high probability of surpassing Kobe.

Recalling how, after the Heat claimed the championship the previous year, O'Neal had freestyled a rap in a nightclub to boast that he had won a championship without Kobe, mocking the notion that Kobe could never win one without him, Kobe wished he could fly to Orlando right this instant to play against Sun Zhuo in the finals.

Judging by Sun Fengzhao's experience, if one could simply fly across, wouldn't designing and building this bridge have been entirely superfluous?