Forms of Address

Inside the house, Le Ruyi had naturally heard Wu Han’s shrieking moments ago. Now that the noise had ceased, she knew Wu Han must have taken Dumpling to treat its injured paw. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Nearby Channel] Meng Qinglong: “Are we fighting or not? Brothers, let’s go!” As he spoke, he swung his broadsword at Lone Ascender.

At this point, she smiled wryly. “To be honest, I realized long ago that there was a rift in their relationship, but I kept avoiding it subconsciously.”

Lin Tianlong broke out in a sweat. What did “eating the best and drinking the best” mean—was that phrase common here too? Regardless, Qi Guanyan seemed like a good person, straightforward and forthright—a man worth befriending.

Su Ning and Zhang Tong, besides doing menial work in the kitchen, also had to serve food to the other disciples.

He had landed a few punches right in the boy’s eyes, leaving the child’s sockets red, purple, and black—a perfect panda look. On top of that, Xiahou knocked out two of his front teeth, prompting the boy’s mother to bring him directly to the Xiahou household for an explanation.

He hadn’t managed to bring back even a single bullet. How could he face anyone? Besides, the general was only bluffing; as if weapons would really arrive in a few days.

“So the prince is going to look for Yue’er on behalf of the emperor? When did this happen? And where is the empress? How come I’ve heard nothing of this?” At the mention of Liu Yue, Liu Xia’s expression immediately softened.

“I’ve always said I’m not a bad person, but someone here just can’t stand me!” Lan Yanfeng shrugged, feigning an innocent look.

But in that final scene, as Lin Feng coughed up blood and collapsed, his dantian had already fully healed. Now Lin Tianlong was looking at him with a smile.

Seeing this, Ye Di and the others didn’t hesitate for a moment—they quickly unleashed a barrage of attacks, and in the blink of an eye, the blind monk in the Flying Knife’s hands was instantly killed inside the Elder Dragon’s lair.

Rentian came before Marshal Lei just as dawn was breaking and the sun was lifting its head above the horizon. Marshal Lei, fully roused by Rentian and his men, decided to finish questioning Rentian and then set sail for the imperial capital.

Chen Yuan, twin blades in hand, charged forward like a human meat grinder, cutting down everything in his path.

On the coalition side, their anti-aircraft machine guns and cannons had ranges of two kilometers or more.

“You’re here.” As Chu Feng entered the room, the sound of the zither stopped. A familiar voice followed.

“Sikong Lanruo—what a wonderful name.” Rentian pondered over Sikong Lanruo’s words. He’d never heard of the Wandering Immortals sect before; it was the first time anyone had mentioned the name of a sect from this world.

Indeed, the Fire Qilin Sword was unlike any other divine blade. While other swords possessed sword spirits and essences, those powers varied.

In truth, he hadn’t forgotten—he just never had the chance to retrieve it. Now that the boss had brought up those buried goods, there was no need to hide it anymore.

They were close to the sea; a map was unnecessary. Once they set sail, following the pull of faith would lead them straight to the temple.

The Indians had found a storage device containing nationwide identity data. By checking everyone named Chandra Shekhar, they could identify the person in question, even if it took some time.

Liu Fan laughed, “Mother, do you remember Hongchang?” At his words, Diao Chan bowed respectfully to Madam Huang.

Moreover, Guo Nianfei always considered others when acting. Like now—her words eased the pressure on the Qin family, but Zhao Kun and the others knew Qin Mo would go all out for this, and the Qin family would handle it flawlessly.

There was no doubt—the straightforward and hearty warriors of the Berserker Elves would never like the deceitful kind, so Lei Yi admitted it openly.

The auras of the five had just ascended, surging like a river in flood—fierce, yet to the trained eye, still transparent and easy to read. But as time passed, their auras grew deep and inscrutable as a tranquil pond, masking their depths and making it impossible to judge their true strength.

“Hm, what’s this?” Qin Jingyu looked at the familiar object in the cloth bundle and unconsciously sat up straight.

“Hmph, why? At first, I only wanted to strengthen your body. But now, since you won’t obey orders, you’ll run!” Mei Mei snapped.

After a few breaths, she withdrew her finger, and with the warmth gone, Guluo felt a strange sense of loss.

Watching the sudden betrayal, Guo Nianfei simply wrapped her arm around Ling Xue’er, settled on the sofa, and prepared to watch the drama unfold. The group finished fighting and gathered in front of her.

The ninja from the Land of Water’s chakra shield was surprisingly strong, managing to withstand Dongfang Yunyang’s punch at first.

Now, inside Ji Mina’s body, dwelled the soul of a homebody man who had traveled from another world. Skirts were, without question, the thing he detested most.

“If this is an illusion, why do I feel nothing at all? How strange…” He was murmuring softly when a sigh drifted from somewhere unknown.

Still, Qingwen’s jump rope always looked the most beautiful—she was lovely to begin with, and every time she jumped, she smiled, becoming all the more radiant.

Jia Cong chuckled at Zhao Hao’s words, but turned away, raising his hand to stop the furious Song Hua. “Zhao Hao, if you want to fight, go ahead.”

Du Meng’s move utterly amazed the foreigners—they had never seen anything like it.

After all, aside from being sharp-tongued, busty, and a foodie, did lolis have any other qualities?

Returning from the Lu family, the coldness on their face made the students of Class Six realize that trouble was brewing. Though only fragments of gossip had leaked out, everyone more or less understood what had happened and what lessons there were to learn.