Volume 1, Chapter 36: She Refused to Be Merely a Plaything

"Why are you so unhappy, my lady?"
Yun Yuying walked in from outside and, seeing the despondent Lin Qingwan, hurried forward to check the woman's pulse.
"You are skilled in medicine as well?"
Su Feng was accelerating with his head down. This was the first phase of acceleration; athletes typically only lift their heads after reaching a certain speed, usually around the thirty-meter mark. Only in this way could they fully accelerate and reach their peak velocity in the shortest possible time.
Paimon looked at the restless, boundless army of black light stretching across the entire coastline behind them and asked Xia Tianming.
Description: Blood of Ultimate Yang. A virile rooster that should have been destined for a lifetime of bachelorhood, only to be bought by someone and bled dry.
Jiang Zhige had long known of Mo Ziyan's intentions. He had always pretended to be oblivious, but he never expected Mo Ziyan to be so bold as to present him, her master, with peonies on the Qixi Festival.
The princess's pupils constricted sharply. A moment later, she seemed to calm down, though the turmoil in her heart could well be imagined. She signaled for Cassio to put away his sword, waiting for Muse's next words.
The modified warrior being pulled remained silent, yet showed no mercy; with a light flick of his right arm, he sent the son of the planet Comos's governor flying five or six meters away.
Kicking off her shoes haphazardly, she turned around to lie flat on her back, closed her eyes, and truly drifted off to sleep just like that.
Facing the countless familiar tentacles surging toward him, he summoned thousands of tendrils with the same technique to meet the attack!
If he did nothing, these guards might report the matter to their master. After all, the human heart is unpredictable; he could not guess how that master might eventually treat him.
Jun Sakurai clapped his hands, feeling that made a lot of sense, and turned to leave just as the door opened.
Of course, with Sun Fengzhao's current level of cultivation, he could not perceive it, but he knew that for an important place like the Purple Cloud Palace, there must be a massive illusion array on the perimeter. Such an array was typically designed to shroud the entire mountain peak, preventing mortals capable of climbing it from peeking into their place of immortal cultivation.
"Other biochemical ghosts will definitely appear soon. Hawkeye, help us find a defensive position that is easy to defend and hard to attack!" Steel Tooth led Tank and Fox to retreat, refraining from killing the zombies that had just emerged.
Even if she, with her three-star Profound God super strength, were to charge in herself, Xiegatu could not guarantee that she wouldn't be blown to bits like a firework.
Although she often spoke of "returning the goods," "breaking up," or "slipping away," those were mostly just words spoken by Ming Xi in a fit of pique.
"A pseudo-indestructible dharma body?" Sun Fengzhao pointed at the nauseating, final segment of the burrowing dragon's corpse, hearing yet another new term.
At this moment, Xin Wuqing, who had not yet raised her paddle, began to stir. She leaned in and softly asked the Second Elder.
Gu Youran smiled slightly, knowing that if she did not eat, they would be uneasy as well. She picked up a bright red fruit and took a bite.
Su Mubai slowly released the pedal under his right foot. The mech, which had been creeping forward, began to stop, then turned, its center of gravity shifting as if it were about to tip over and fall.
Han Xining looked at the jewelry before him, his heart stirred. He reached out, picked up one piece to examine it, and then shook his head in dissatisfaction. Immediately, his gaze fell upon another piece of jewelry to the side; he picked it up, weighed it, inspected it for a moment, and then shook his head again, placing it back where it had been.
"Hey! Is no one coming down to care for the 'important patient' you keep going on about?" Ming Xi directly employed her profound energy transmission, her voice carrying an unmistakable note of command.