Volume 1, Chapter 40: How Could It Be You?!

Gu Yan glanced at his son but remained silent.

Gu Xiaxun: ...

Receiving no response from his father, he chose to shift his target.

"Cha Cha, why do you keep staring at Su Moxuan?" If one listened closely, there was a hint of bitterness in his tone.

It seemed that it was better not to fall in love. Look at him—his mind was still sharp, his thoughts were still so rational, and even he himself was as normal as could be.

I never imagined that the person coming this time would be Shura, the leader of the Ghost Shadows! As for how powerful he was, I didn't know, but after a moment's thought, I realized that anyone capable of leading the Ghost Shadows must possess strength that could only be described as terrifying.

Xia Tong did not press for more, and the two stayed in New York for several more days. One day, Ye Tingjue suddenly announced he was returning to Night Capital, claiming he had a surprise for her.

Xia Tong felt a jolt, her strength suddenly surging back. She pushed him away forcefully and, still naked, ran into the bathroom.

Influenced by the secret arts of the Leaf Tree, even though he was within the Light Array, he, as the array spirit, could not manifest light-based powers. This could only be described as a tragedy.

Wisps of white phantom light collided with the Taoist essence of the Ice Domain Demon God. With several booming sounds, sparks scattered across the Demon God's body.

Ling Wanzhi gazed at the platinum watch shimmering under the lights, feeling deeply moved; the design was so distinctive that one could remember it at a single glance.

For instance, the basic cultivation technique of the Netherworld Sect involved directing spiritual energy first into the Shaoshang acupoint, then reversing it along the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, and finally channeling it into the spiritual root. This would convert the spiritual energy into yin energy, and once the spiritual root was nourished, it would naturally possess yin-sha properties.

A flicker of light crossed the weak, vacant eyes of the demonic beast reflected in his silver pupils. This piqued his interest, and he narrowed his gaze, wanting to observe more closely.

Lan Hu raised his broadsword to block, but Po Bing vanished like a phantom. A moment later, Po Bing appeared behind Lan Hu like a ghost. With no time to turn around, Lan Hu desperately lunged toward Murong Ningyue instead.

This program was Wang Yan's lifeblood, and she desperately hoped that Zhang Ruofeng could come up with another miraculous move to pull the ratings back up.

"What made you think of learning to make pastries?" When Su Meng called him yesterday saying she wanted to learn how to make a simple, pretty pastry, he had been quite surprised.

Watching the difficult problem tossed my way, I stared at the problem itself, which was smiling at me naively, completely oblivious. If he wouldn't go in, could I really throw him in? I suddenly remembered the volleyball struck with death energy, and the corners of my mouth curled up slightly.

"It’s rare for the shopkeeper to brew such fine tea; won't you invite me in to sit and have a cup?" Ji Beichen raised the corners of his lips. Even though a few fine lines were visible at the edges of his eyes, they did not detract from his appearance in the slightest as he spoke in a clear, resonant voice.

However, the gazes of Huo’s parents made Lin Mu feel somewhat unnatural, so he decided he could not stay.

"No need. Pack a portion of these dishes; we are going into the palace." Shen Qingwu nodded after listening to Nanny Liu list the dishes, smiling as she gave the instruction.

He then looked at the phone that had fallen into the sewer. With an expressionless face, he slowly squatted down. Right there in front of Su Meng, he used those well-defined, handsome hands to lift the sewer grate and retrieve the phone.

"This Machoke bears the shadow of Brawly. What is his relationship with Brawly, the Gym Leader of the Dewford Gym?" At the same time, the scores were revealed, and the first perfect score that stunned the entire audience appeared.

Two fierce-looking men, leading a dozen middle-aged brutes, marched aggressively into the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, with no one daring to stop them.

In the past, one would look at headlines and trending topics. In an era where Weibo and instant news had not yet emerged or dominated the mainstream, that was naturally how one judged an event.