Volume One, Chapter 8: Don't You Have a Door at Home?

The man’s clothes, worn by Qu Pan, hung down to his upper thighs, effectively concealing the crucial areas.

Qu Pan finished dressing, carefully observing the situation outside the vehicle, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Suddenly, someone rushed to the front of the car. Chu Hanliang slammed on the brakes and recognized the person blocking the way as Liu Bo, the steward of the Young Marshal’s residence.

“Young Marshal, it’s bad—young master is missing,” Liu Bo stumbled to the car door, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed.

“After Deputy Officer Zhang sent young master back to the residence, he left. Young master was complaining of hunger and wanted to eat my small fish cakes, so I went to the kitchen to prepare them. It was less than half an hour, but when I came back, he was gone...” Liu Bo, who cared for Chu Xiaoman as if he were his own grandson, was distraught.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring you all along on this mission!” Gently cupping the bracelet inside, it was made of an unknown material—light rather than heavy.

Zhang Tiansheng’s consciousness could instantly merge with a half-vitality zombie’s body, which was absolutely sufficient. This situation gave Zhang the potential to control a half-vitality zombie.

At that time, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, he could slip something into the food, drug Lin Xianzi, and if our senior siblings were to suffer, wouldn’t we all be in trouble?

“General Zilian, you flatter me; it is merely the lord’s favor!” Zhao Yun replied, his tone free from any awkwardness stemming from once being enemies and now friends.

I hadn’t realized what was happening when suddenly an old monkey covered in white fur staggered over, holding a crown-shaped hat.

“Commander Lou, news from outside the city has arrived. They have encountered the royal family’s direct troops and it may take some time to quell the situation. Should we pause and wait for further news?” a young man whispered into Lou Jingshan’s ear.

After saying this, Su Chen gritted his teeth and charged forward. The Su family’s strong fighters were all restrained; only by confronting Qingling could he hope to escape.

“Unexpected fathers! This phenomenon is not exclusive to humans!” Zhang Tiansheng sighed lightly and resumed harvesting insect eggs, which were as rich in protein as chicken eggs—something he would never pass up.

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Mournful music echoed as the entire village’s ninjas gathered before the heroes’ tombstone to bid their former comrades, companions, and lovers a final farewell.

With proper management and careful acquisition of two well-received TV dramas or films, revitalizing one’s career is hardly a difficult task.

“This is getting more and more mystical... Brother Xu, if we tell you all this now, what should we do if other teams ask us the same questions?” Zhou Mengdan inquired.

Because releasing spiritual awareness could be sensed by others, he cautiously used his mysterious energy to detect two uninvited guests in the adjacent room.

Imagine cultivators living in the immortal world, who after walking a short distance begin to feel stifled and immediately sit down to cultivate, absorbing spiritual energy from the air. Wouldn’t that be a joke?

The horn’s blare was loud and majestic, quickly spreading across the battlefield. The barbarian cavalry charged valiantly, but to the Central Plains army, it sounded like the death knell.

Yet, as soon as this cavalry clashed with the barbarian horsemen, their destructive power became evident. These cavalrymen seemed impervious to pain—no matter how many slashes the barbarians dealt, they showed no expression, and with a single strike, they cut down their foes.

In truth, few within the special forces fully comprehended the situation, as few could fathom how vast the special forces had grown after a recent expansion, or the depth of their hidden trump cards.

“Knock, knock, knock.” While Feng Ximo wallowed in self-pity, a gentle knock sounded at the door.

When I opened my eyes again with difficulty, my vision was filled with snowflakes, obscuring everything completely.

As Mei Mi-Lyn spoke, her tear-filled eyes were resolute, startling Tang Yun.

Furthermore, as a member of the Federation, and with the Federation suffering a crushing defeat in the Holy War, Tang Yun subconsciously wanted to restore honor to the Federation and its military. Thus, his words naturally grew sharp as they slipped out.

Wang Yuhan spoke sincerely; she truly intended to pay Jin Yuanbao the consultation fee. Although those charlatans had been useless, she still paid what was due.

The three chieftains said, “The night before last, I observed the changing stars multiple times. Afterwards, I had people take turns watching the sky while messengers relayed information to our field warriors. Yesterday, our people confirmed seeing a celestial star descend, and the field warriors reported that you were taken away by people from the west.”

“First, have someone prepare the vehicles; bring all available men here—there’s work to be done,” Lin Canghai said as he strode outside.

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The Heaven and Earth Society’s affairs were always handled by Zhou Shun and others; few knew that Lin Rui was the mastermind behind it all.

Unlike other human cells, brain cells cannot replicate. After adulthood, they begin a continuous decline, which explains why memory worsens with age.

I examined myself thoroughly to find out what was wrong, but after hundreds of checks, everything appeared normal.

Besides, there was Yun Jingtian of the Wind and Cloud Sect! Mastering the dual great Dao of Wind and Cloud, he perfectly inherited the legacy of the Wind and Cloud Saint. As a direct descendant, he was naturally far more formidable than his peers.

Ye Xuan produced a sphere resembling a crystal ball, imbued with a pure and sacred aura.

“Previously discovered fossils were only fragments of imperial crocodiles. Only after piecing them together did people realize such creatures had once roamed the world.”

Jianhen recounted how, after leaving the southern island, he and other senior and junior brothers parted ways, each returning to their respective homes.

Inside the room, three stood, surrounded by soft pendant lights casting an intimate glow. The scent of sandalwood heightened the enchanting atmosphere.

She never wished to harm anyone, but seeing Liang Wanwan in such pain made her deeply distressed.

The name Mo Chen had become renowned, and many disciples of the Amethyst Abyss developed a strong interest in him.

Impossible! At the thought of this, she immediately dismissed it. If anyone knew she was here, they would have appeared by now, yet no one had come during all that time.