Volume 1, Chapter 36: Descent into Demonic Possession

"How could things of the past be within your control or mine? What is happening now is not what you desired, either. You have done nothing wrong."

In reality, however, even with no time limit, the vast majority of people in the world would not be able to finish a full marathon. Even the first ten-kilometer stage would be enough to eliminate far too many.

Seeing that Ali Ma did not seem to be joking, the assistant’s lips twitched, but he ultimately swallowed his words.

Therefore, if we bring in able-bodied laborers who have not undergone professional training, they might not even be able to ensure their own safety, let alone guarantee the safety of the road.

"The reputation of True Monarch Qianji as a master artifact refiner is known to all; surely he can afford these few million spirit stones!" Wang Quan, unable to fathom Qiao’er’s intentions, could not help but ask.

Mai Shiraishi’s expression shifted, and she retorted loudly. The faint blush on her face instantly turned deathly pale, and her body tensed up involuntarily.

The sky was clear, with a few white clouds drifting across the blue expanse. Magpies chirped incessantly in the poplar trees by the roadside, and the four characters of "Yi Hong Oil Mill," written in yellow on a red background, shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

Therefore, if we are unable to reach someone, we do not immediately deduct points; instead, we proactively investigate. Once it is confirmed that the issue is a faulty walkie-talkie rather than human error, no points will be deducted.

A small number of soul pets, through various forms of training, the accumulation of significant experience, or encounters with certain fortuitous events, have a chance to awaken their own innate heritage talents.

The two did not press on with their heads down, as that would be too exhausting. Instead, they followed one another as if taking a leisurely stroll through the mountains in the afternoon, chatting in a relaxed tone to pass the time.

Confessing your love to the Demon King this week, and already planning to confess to the Main God of the Solar Star next week?

Luo Yinglong and Zhang Jie sat there with their eyes closed, resting. For Luo Yinglong, he asked himself if he truly had any vulnerabilities in his heart; truth be told, possessing the heaven-defying ability of cultivation, he had no fear of Freddy’s attacks.

Entering the Fierce Tiger Fighting Arena allows one to witness life-and-death combat, which is particularly bloody and thrilling. One must pay a gold coin to watch the matches here, and one can also place bets on the fighters, winning several times the wager if the prediction is correct.

"The Princess Consort does indeed suffer from phlegm-fluid retention, though it does not appear to be caused by cold-damp stagnation," Shen Ruohua said, frowning after checking the pulse. "It looks more like damp-heat stagnation, but I cannot be certain. It would be best to invite the Imperial Physician to take a look." She wore an expression of deep hesitation and uncertainty.

When he opened his eyes, it was already pitch black outside the window, with only the lights from the homes of other residents in the apartment block flickering like stars.

Thinking of Park Bo-gum’s troublesome manager and assistant, a flash of disgust crossed Kim Min-seok’s eyes. He nodded, leaned forward slightly, and rested a hand on the table, listening intently.

A few years ago, she never would have dared to imagine that she and her son would ever see a day like this. Back then, they were still languishing in the Jingyang Palace, which was no better than a cold palace, living in constant fear and trembling.

"Have you eaten?" Lan asked, struggling to keep his mouth from curling upward and maintaining a stern expression as he listened to the Mandarin spoken by Jeanne.

The carriage began to move slowly again. Zhou Qiyou rode his horse at a distance, staying close to the carriage and chatting with Liang Wan’er, who had lifted the curtain and was looking out with sparkling eyes. He answered her questions about the customs and traditions of Bashu with gentleness, though his gaze occasionally flickered toward the interior of the carriage, where Shen Ruohua remained unseen.

A voice suddenly rang out abruptly in the consciousness of Su Nan and Zheng Zha, much like the voice of the "Main God."