Volume 1, Chapter 43: She and He Had Nothing More to Do with Each Other

That mass of milky-white mist was now rolling and churning like black ink.

Wisps of black vapor seeped out from within, resembling countless tentacles that densely spread in all directions.

"Great person... Great mother..." Tears filled Aier's eyes as well. Although she knew a great deal about Fiya's family situation, when she heard the contents of this letter for the first time, she could not help but shed tears.

"I don't want to lose. Not because I'm afraid of losing to Tong Yao, but because of that piece of land. It's very important to me. I want to..." Bo Yang paused, wearing an expression that suggested an unspeakable secret.

At that time, she felt a bit guilty, fearing that he might see through her. But since things had already reached this point, regardless of whether he noticed or not, she was determined to have this bottle of "medicine."

"Racing on speed?" Nie Cheng smiled slightly, his figure flickering as he caught up. When it came to speed, even the Buddha was no match for Nie Cheng; within just a few breaths, he had already overtaken him.

The tiger demon shifted his figure, came to the side of the leopard demon, and took the flying sword. His expression changed drastically, and he said, "There is the blood of my tiger clan on this. Who on earth killed my son?" The tiger demon's voice shook the heavens, echoing far and wide, lingering for a long time.

Jinxiu brought the water over. Rong Qi raised her head to look at Linyi, guessing his general meaning from his eyes, and then she reached out and placed the jade pendant into the water.

After being told this by him, those skeptical words could no longer be spoken. Rong Qi suddenly recalled a line of poetry: "Only through long-term understanding can mutual suspicion be avoided; only without suspicion can long-term understanding be sustained." It sounded simple, but putting it into practice was not easy. Perhaps over a long period of time, even enemies could come to understand one another, yet they could never truly be free of suspicion.

Yun Zhong said, "No problem. Whatever you want to eat, my treat." An Tianshi had once given him a bank card, and he had no idea how much money was inside, but it should be enough to treat someone to a meal.

"Colleagues!" Xia Yu said, while feeling curious about the "deep" friendship between Liu Xing and Guan Tingting.

"Hey, we've got a rear-end collision! A rear-end collision!" Liu Xing pointed at the car ahead and shouted loudly to Xia Yu.

As the laughter subsided, everyone from the Xiao clan suddenly understood. If he had not been the one behind it, how could Zhao Jin have known that those people engaged in battle possessed the cultivation level of Origin Kings? Unless he had personally dispatched them, how could he possibly have known that there were only a little over a dozen people?

However, if it were a celebrity or star she adored, let alone touching her hand, she would willingly sleep with them even upon their very first meeting, feeling all the while that she was the one getting the better end of the deal.

"Alas, what good friend? I'd say he's just henpecked." Wang Tao sighed, reluctantly withdrawing his gaze from Lin Yuhan, and walked back to his seat in silence, muttering to himself.

Niu Dazhuang and Jia Changjiang knew that the funds for Kaoshan Village's renovation this time came from a bank loan, which was why they asked this question.

Trapped within the formation, Xiao Yan slowly let out a breath, raised his gaze, and fixed it firmly on the monster that was emitting low growls in the arena. Wielding the heavy ruler, he shifted his footing, instantly executing the Heaven-Extinguishing Step. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared right before the monster, and he began a frenzied bombardment of its body with full force using the heavy ruler in his hand.

Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, she rushed behind Jiang Fan and blocked that bullet for him.

What he loathed the most was that this group of people were smoking, spitting, and littering on the ground here.

As for the reason why the glass on the ceiling of the venue had detached, the organizers also provided an explanation, claiming it was due to a lack of maintenance over the years and had fallen off on its own.

Furthermore, He Cangyan practiced both magic and martial arts; in terms of his physical body alone, he was already equivalent to a powerhouse at the half-step Immortal realm, with a blood qi as vast and boundless as the sea, exuding an oppressive presence that knew no end.