54 Sweetness Belongs to the Main World (Minor Revision)

I did not dare to raise my head to look at him, terrified of his face, yet my gaze was inevitably drawn over and over again to his retreating figure. In the hazy light, I saw this man dressed in cyan-green attire, his hair exhibiting an eerie shade of green as well—a color I had never witnessed before, resembling the hue of spreading venom.

Even though Hu Yue's ability was merely semi-rule-based, the kind that could be deciphered.

As a Feng Shui master, what I despised most of all were souls that lingered aimlessly in the mortal realm as lonely wandering ghosts.

Li Wuya pondered slightly, sensing carefully, yet detected no fluctuations of spiritual energy from either of them.

Just as the Daoist teaching goes: Uncarved jade cannot become an implement; an untutored man cannot become a sage. If one desires to attain the grace of a lotus, one must begin with the state of the mind in order to comprehend its realm.

Zhu Liyan spoke up abruptly, holding his own unique understanding of the word. To him, for the most part, whether something was just or not was of little importance.

Yet, across the boundless scorched earth, there was no sign whatsoever of Changle and the Four Perils, nor could the Seven-Treasure Glazed Tree be seen anywhere.

In the eyes of those chess players who could overturn the clouds with a flip of the hand and rain with a turn, and who could effortlessly sever a person's head from thousands of miles away.

Even though Qin Yang was the successor of the Sea God, and she might one day sacrifice herself to initiate the Sea God's Ninth Trial for him, she still harbored a trace of resentment toward Qin Yang.

At this moment, a loud rumble echoed from Lin Xiajin's stomach, reminding her that they had been walking all morning.

"My friend, the rain has stopped, the wind has cleared, and you think you're tough again, don't you? Want to go another round? Fuck your mother." I looked at Su Ze as he sat down and cursed straight out.

"If anything happens to Tuanzi, you can go back and wait to eat my cooking!" Jiuer roared fiercely.

A downpour of this sort was locally known as a "running storm," implying that the rain fell suddenly, heavily, and for a short duration.

What Lang Hongxiang needed to recover was not merely his demonic essence and external physical injuries; the use of the Returning Sword far exceeded his imagination, leaving his internal organs severely damaged, at least for the present.

Upon receiving the report, Liren immediately gathered all his men, bringing even those who had arrived in recent days out of admiration, and made a forced march straight to the location where Li Yong and the others were still keeping watch.

"Hehe, I love you too, so very, so very much!" Having received his confession, Jiuer felt a little shy, hiding in his embrace and giggling secretly.

"The meal is ready, everyone come to the dining room to eat and chat," Aunt Liu said upon entering the living room, greeting them all.

Afterward, though unfamiliar to others, the two of them were inseparable in public yet acted like total strangers within the village, both terrified of their families misinterpreting their relationship as a romance.

"Shut your mouth right now! What kind of talk is death on such a festive New Year?" Hongyu scolded her husband as well.

"Really? That's wonderful, I want to eat steak, roasted chicken wings, hot pot mutton..." She reeled off a long list of food items, her face brimming with excitement.

The cafeteria typically began preparing ingredients—washing and chopping—around four o'clock in the afternoon before starting to cook.

With all those past obsessions stripped away one by one, she was finally able to clearly see things she had never laid eyes upon throughout her entire previous life.

It was truly a magnificent spectacle; just imagining Yu Youran's face beaten black and blue by the Tang family made her feel a sympathetic ache in her own cheeks.

"Bang~" Simultaneously, from another spot where Feng Yin was engaging Xiao Miao and the others, a burst of ghostly fog erupted violently and vanished without a trace.

Ding Tingting glanced at him and thought to herself: It's just a BMW, worlds away from Zhou Tian's massive Bentley.

The two remained silent for a long while before someone arrived from outside—it turned out that the old matriarch's dowry estate had sent over some watermelons, and she had specially dispatched a share to every household.

"Changshui, take my Xingyue Guard and get them settled first! All of you go, and get some proper rest!" Xitong gazed at the guards behind him and said.

"Precisely. At your age, children are already in kindergarten," Hua Henian looked at him in utter puzzlement and said.

Master Chen was injured to this extent, yet this old woman could only think of whether it would delay Madam Wang's meal. This vividly demonstrated Master Chen's status within the seventh household and the degree to which Madam Wang had been demonized in the minds of the servants of the seventh household.

Facing adversity, Black Thirteen instead grew calm; at worst, it was death. At least, since Dona had no intention of using her power in their presence, the remaining options left to them were pitifully few.

'Swish!' With a crisp sound, the fabric over his left shoulder was pierced by the tip of a blade, and a gush of bright red blood spewed forth.

Simultaneously, golden light erupted from the elderly man in white, and a four-to-five-meter-tall golden giant manifested from behind him.

Yet the deaf old lady merely swept her gaze across the courtyard at this moment, pondering, naturally, upon a way to break her current predicament.

Yunqi was Zhu Yuanzhang's personal eunuch, conveying the sovereign's decrees; though a palace attendant, no one dared to take him lightly.

Presently, the land prices in Xiantao Village were three taels of silver per mu for dry land and five taels for paddy fields—funds more than sufficient to purchase several mu of fertile land and live a secure life.

Tears gathered in her eyes, and though she tried her utmost to make no sound, she still wept bitterly.

"My place, this, this..." A gentleman can be deceived by what is proper! Teacher Qian was effectively cornered by He Yuzhu's rhetoric.

Director Zheng's hand suddenly flashed with light, his palm moving in a blur as he slapped his own face and sent Yang E flying with a single strike.

This competition for the post of security chief was an excellent opportunity; having one's name raised among the higher echelons of the Fishermen's Guild, how could one possibly let it slip away?

Before class ended, Lian Dabao, whose face was so swollen that he could barely speak, complained to Lian Xuezhong that Lian Shanzhuang was shirking his duties and letting the students get beaten under the guise of so-called combat training.

When Jin Su returned to the Ye residence, the sky was gradually growing bright, while the Demon Lord was already reclining on a soft couch. Though Jin Su had been chilled by a wisp of cool wind, the smell of wine had not yet dissipated; now, with flushed cheeks, she climbed straight onto the bed.