Volume 1, Chapter 25: Is Ji Shu Ji Chuanze’s Girlfriend?

Yue Garden. Private lounge.

Lu Jinchuan had been called over by Ke Jin after dinner at the Lu residence. By the time he arrived, Ke Jin was already sprawled across the sofa, drunk, surrounded by a crowd. As soon as they saw Lu Jinchuan, the group immediately cleared a space in the center for him.

"What's the situation?"

One of them replied, "Ke-ji got dumped by a girl today and is drowning his sorrows!" He pointed at the bottle of Rémy Martin Louis XIII on the table. "They’ve already gone through the second round."

Lu Jinchuan waved his hand, and the group dispersed to the other side of the lounge. He sat on a nearby sofa, staring silently at the intoxicated Ke Jin for a long time before taking out his phone to make a call. Ke Jin’s half-closed eyes, upon seeing Lu Jinchuan preparing to call...

Zhang Yun hesitated for a moment, biting her lip with a worried expression, and continued to speak.

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However, anyone who had dealt with him knew that he was a person with a kind face but a ruthless heart. Otherwise, he would never have engaged in the decapitation-worthy business of smuggling salt.

There were quite a few onlookers in the lobby; someone even filmed the scene and uploaded it to the internet. Fu Qinghan didn't seem in a hurry to tear off the scumbag's hypocritical mask; she really wanted to see how he would justify his lies.

Just as the newcomer was feeling jubilant, He Lang smilingly approached him from behind. Drawing a dagger from his sleeve, he covered the man's mouth and viciously stabbed him several times in the back.

Thus, she took some food and slipped out of the tribe, following behind the group led by Mo Li and Leng Siyan.

Dong Hanhe’s expression softened slightly at these words. The plan she had received was to put herself in danger to lure Ye Yun into a trap.

Fragments of the original owner's memories suddenly flooded her mind, revealing scenes that had long since faded into the distance.

This was the Eight Trigrams Air Palm from the Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist technique, a rare long-range offensive method of the Hyuga clan that could release condensed chakra spheres from the acupoints of the palms to cause damage from a distance.

Zhuge Shanhai and the other five looked at Jian Chen with some surprise; they had not expected him to come here.

At that moment, Yan Ningya suddenly moved. Her right hand lifted, a flash of white light streaked by, and a uniquely shaped long sword appeared in her grasp.

He naturally felt that the Duanmu Zhige of yesterday couldn't have truly retrieved the Dragon-Sealing Array for him, yet now, the Dragon-Sealing Array and its key points were all laid out before him.

Lin Ge appointed Laus as the garrison commander of the underworld. Lin Ge would hand over the entire army to him for command, though he intended to take all the Lich army with him.

The skeleton soldiers had already arrived, and the Liches, who had been lagging behind, were moving to the front, having finished restoring their mana.

Every time he immersed his mind into this to calculate, he was essentially deducing changes. This time, however, he intended to use this object to evade that Daoist technique.

Yet, whether in terms of ritual or legal principle, they were essentially unrelated. Zhou Qianlin had always endured him, and in her heart, she felt a certain guilt toward Li Cha. As for what that guilt was, only she herself knew.

Hearing this, Mu Ke hurriedly took the clothes handed over by Liu Ming, fearing that the other party might resort to force; after all, the man possessed bizarre means that could kill her in an instant.

The contraction of the universe must have spanned an unimaginably long period, far beyond what humans could perceive.

But in the next moment, the collapsing space underwent a bizarre change. The first thing this change manifested in was Lan Jue himself. He struck out nine palms in quick succession, forcibly stabilizing his own body. Immediately after, he pointed a finger.

Black Phoenix gazed in awe at the nearly transparent gauze dress under the sunlight; the threads were incredibly fine, truly as thin as cicada wings and as light as mist, with vibrant colors and gorgeous patterns.

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Looking closely, the golden dragon cocoon produced a strange, unique life rhythm every so often, like breathing—flickering with light and shadow.

"Dao Saint Commander?" Jiang Feng looked at Jun Er with a strange expression, unable to help but complain internally: how narcissistic must one be to give a magical artifact such a name?

Zhu Runze noticed my confusion and said with a smile, "I only stayed in Dongyi for a few days before sneaking back. The one there now is a fake."

"Throw your work ID over here." Yang Feng flicked the knife in his hand, saying something that shocked everyone.

If anyone had been watching them, they would have noticed that as they walked, their figures became increasingly faint, until they were eventually swallowed by the vast white clouds.

The two inevitably talked about their future plans. Qian Yinglou said, "I have no more attachments in this world, and I don't know what to do with the days to come."

A waterfall cascaded down from the side of a ten-thousand-foot mountain peak like a white dragon hanging upside down, emitting a thunderous roar, with mist swirling and waves like snow.

Although Mo Wei-min was somewhat timid, when he mentioned his company, his tone still betrayed a sense of pride.

With every spore that exploded, his body became a shade redder, the veins on his four limbs bulging as Man Zhong inadvertently used every ounce of his strength.

"It’s not easy to come here, and you aren't even staying a few days longer." Ren Haitao felt reluctant to see Yang Feng leave.

As Wang Shouren expected, Du Shaohua took Li Dong's golden decree to see Zhang Qin. Zhang Qin guessed at a glance that the great general waiting to leave the pass must be the current Emperor.

The nine true dragons engraved on the shaft of the Panlong Golden Spear seemed ready to fly out. The nine golden dragon shadows materialized, letting out a heaven-shaking roar that tore apart Ying Zheng's attack and charged toward the absolute defensive light screen of the Heirloom Seal of the Realm.

This night was destined to be restless yet tender and lingering; there were tears, there was sweat, and what other water? Everyone understands.

Following Trunks' combat strategy of "building high walls and hoarding grain," the Blue Feather Army transformed from a combat team into construction workers. Most of the soldiers put down their guns and picked up shovels and shoulder poles, joining the army building the port.

The bandit cavalry maintained their formation, slowly charging toward Bagen’s main camp.

Qu Ling, Ye Feng, and the others who followed closely behind felt a refreshing vapor hit their faces, as if they had suddenly been plunged into a cool spring, their pores opening up in an indescribably comfortable sensation.

"Four Directions, Four Realms: Death Aspect, Senluo Aspect, Abi Aspect, Nine Nether Aspect, the Four Aspects Crush!" The cold, domineering voice of the Senluo Death Ancestor echoed throughout the universe.