Volume One, Chapter 40: He Is Not Like His Brother

After witnessing the posture of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon’s Long Jiu, Zhou Donglun began to harbor certain thoughts within his heart.

As the group marveled at the bustling and vibrant afterlife world, filled with devils, angels, and various beings from other dimensions casually wandering the streets, they remained completely unaware that every move they made was being observed by a pair of eyes perched atop the towering skyscraper at the city’s center.

Noticing that the Golden Crocodile Douluo had no intention of letting up, Bibi Dong’s gaze turned cold and sharp. Her jade hand gripped her scepter tightly, fully prepared to rescue Su Xing from the brink of collapse at a moment’s notice.

Thanks to his generous largesse, his reputation and prestige were rapidly rising. Those who had once harbored grievances against him now began to sing his praises.

Nothing moved him more deeply than being acknowledged by those who consumed the food he prepared, for he was a chef above all.

The fortune teller was a Taoist practitioner, and upon seeing the exquisite hairstyle ornament of the man opposite him, Li Lan, who did not even bring his palms together in reverence—clearly a sign of some knowledge—he refrained from loudly hawking his services for money.

After exchanging glances, they hurriedly introduced themselves: “Comrade Xue, hello, my name is Lu Youxi.” “Comrade Xue, hello, I am Yu Lin.” Beyond this, they found themselves at a loss for words. Men, after all, tend to rely more on strength than eloquence; their poor speech could hardly be blamed.

“Why be surprised? It’s perfectly normal, this is very Al-like,” Li Yaoyang spread his hands calmly, his serene demeanor only deepening Lonnie’s gloom.

Xue Rou turned to gaze at the cold, unyielding walls of the room. She did not recognize the material, but it was evidently extremely hard—surely the true place where the man intended to begin his interrogation.

The walls of Wuhun City were constructed on the scale of the capital’s main city. Its towering eighty-meter-high granite walls appeared majestic from the outside in, boasting a formidable thickness of an intimidating thirty meters.

The Xiezhi, having only recently fallen asleep, was clearly unwilling to awaken just yet, but even in slumber, it continued to absorb the aura of infamy.

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She could hardly imagine a transcendent and noble deity like Liang Jingbai lowering himself to use such a crude wooden bucket as a toilet. Perhaps, subconsciously, she believed that a person like Liang Jingbai simply did not need to use the restroom.

Within a few words, he revealed his true nature. Huang Qingruo found herself more accustomed to his cold and ruthless self.

Only a very few managed to break even, those who had bet on Emperor Ye Qing surviving more than five minutes and ultimately living through the ordeal.

“I should have insisted on coming to pick you up,” Qisi said upon learning their car had broken down.

Today, Ji Rou’er returned from the palace and recounted the events in full to her two close sisters, her heart deeply pained by what she shared.

After the performance, Kong Jia followed the dancers in a long line backstage. Disappearing behind the curtain, she was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the wings by Rong Chang, who had been hiding there.

Jiang Shuzhe brought over two chairs and placed them by the open window. They sat together, enjoying the gentle breeze while gazing at the green trees outside and the sky, where clouds drifted leisurely, both silently lost in their thoughts.

If she stirred up trouble now, Huichuntang would certainly seek to resolve matters quietly to avoid complications.

It seemed like only a few breaths had passed, or perhaps an hour or two, but no one bothered to keep track of time anymore.

“I know your parents’ past well. Your mother’s death… forget it! The past is gone. What matters now is that you live happily. Don’t delve into your mother’s affairs anymore; it won’t do you any good.” Shaking his head, Yan turned to leave.

The path to the left was her power. Out of confusion, the kaleidoscope of love gave rise to the arts of the Born and Unborn Realms.

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Yang Yu’s mind had now cleared. This was no place to linger. His home was gone, his parents no longer alive. Why did the soldiers harbor such hatred towards the fishermen here? Not only killing but burning their homes?

Moreover, through a series of maneuvers, it surprisingly became a war-exempt nation. So, when he saw this ninja from the Shadowed Torrent, a fleeting thought of “weak” crossed Yan’s mind.

Han Qiuling had originally thought so too, but Sun Bu Tong’s next words nearly choked her.

To be precise, these forgotten memories had not vanished entirely; they had lain dormant in her mind all along.

The gods, upon seeing the primordial purple energy enter Hong Yun’s body, were eager to seize it immediately. Yet, recalling that this place was the Zi Xiao Palace, they temporarily suppressed their fierce greed.

However, just then, a hand rested on her shoulder. Kusina turned around, and that smiling face appeared before her eyes.

Especially after Zhou Xingyun and others reclaimed the Qu Xing Mountain and Flying Dragon Cliff war zones, the Northern King’s acclaim within the Central Plains was unparalleled; any Central Plains person with even a shred of national pride would praise the Northern King to the skies.

Immediately after, the Dark Knight swung his greatsword, preparing to hurl Isabella away. But Isabella moved with a flash, delivering a heavy kick to her opponent’s chest, then flipped backward and retreated.