Volume One, Chapter 46: Miss Shen, I’ve heard you have a remarkable talent for writing novels

Behind everyone loomed a vast horde of bizarre creatures, making their predicament deeply unsettling.

“Go ahead, ask what you want to know. If I know the answer, I certainly won’t keep it from you,” the old man said.

“Master, while we can’t help you deal with those two giants, taking care of these creatures is no problem. We’ve already captured all the ice-type beasts; you just need to devour them now,” Song Li explained with a cheerful smile, noticing Xiao Kuang’s puzzled expression.

He was extremely excited, his muscles trembling, as if his consciousness had grown stronger. It seemed that intense driving could also fortify one's mental strength.

Wails pierced the sky as assassins fell into pools of blood, dying in terror.

Here was another grand burial chamber, the ground littered with heaps of gems. In some corners, they were piled into small mountains, dazzling to the eye.

Before long, the ghostly army before Wu Shisan’s great ship had already advanced to within ten meters of General Kuang.

It was simply a belated coming of age. Although this team brought some worries, it made Gui’er feel genuinely happy.

Only now did the wounded old man collapse to the ground, screaming in pain as blood gushed from his shoulder.

He could not imagine how he would face the bleak days ahead without Su Xi. His life would be plunged into utter grayness.

With a low roar from the sedan, Li Hao stepped on the gas. As the car sped off, he resolved that the Ma Group must pay the price for this incident.

“Miss Xiang, can my child be saved?” Lin Hanxi asked anxiously as Long Wuxiang approached her.

Shaman suddenly went mad, trying to break free from Danny’s grip, but after four hundred years of torment, she was too weak to struggle. After a brief resistance, Danny subdued her with ease.

I want to return and tell Lirad that if he is unwilling, he can simply pretend I never spoke those words.

“Pei Junhao, do your words still count?” Tong Hanpeng called out loudly from upstairs.

Dong Muxiao ate as he drank lightly with Qing Wu, thinking to himself that such delicacies explained why Master Wuyazi was so fond of her. Being a gourmet himself, he was powerless to resist such temptation; for such food, no feat would be impossible.

He knew that Liang Manru would explain everything in the recording room, clarifying all misunderstandings for Mu Zhihan, so he could pursue Liang Manru with peace of mind.

Upon boarding the car, Li Hao was surprised to find Wu Yaxuan had joined as well. She claimed she wanted to connect with Wang Xiaomin, but it felt as if she was there for him. Even more surprising was that Wu Yaxuan sat directly beside him.

Now Ah Feng had put her life aside—not just her own, but also the Empress’s, Jiang Ming’s, and the others’. With a single command, Di Wu and Xiao Youfu could take the Fourth and Fifth Ladies away.

“You’re at it again!” Lin Hanxi, embarrassed and annoyed, pushed him away, glaring as she said bluntly, “Don’t call me ‘baby’ anymore!” He said it so smoothly, it irritated her.

Song Anci knelt at the old man’s feet, slapping herself repeatedly in hopes of softening his heart.

Blood spurted from their necks, and both quickly used their own methods to staunch the flow.

He wanted to warn that scoundrel—if things continued like this, would the underlings rebel? And if they did, could that scoundrel handle them?

Before Ji Lingzhou could finish speaking, the black-clad men in the back seized him again, covering his mouth.

Xiao Feng gazed at her with appreciation. A country girl with neither wealth nor power, yet she dared to challenge influential people—her courage was no less than any man’s.

Therefore, Long’s Distillery could not afford to lose; not only must they win, but they must win beautifully.

On hearing the words “running away from home,” Yang Mo’s gaze instantly turned cold as he looked at Chen Yu, a hint of danger in his eyes.

“You two are making things too heavy and distant. I just want to get some sleep. Being pregnant really changes everything,” Jie said with a yawn.

As everyone watched in astonishment, the piles of dust suddenly began to move, scattering in every direction.

By rights, college students practicing any form of combat should be quite amateurish.

She finally understood why Qin Luo was so invested in the mechanical cube—it was because of her sister, who had been declared missing.

Dark blood trickled from the corner of Iotina’s mouth, the stabbing pain recalling the events of that time.

Every time she thought of it, Mei Yu felt a pang of sorrow. She wished time would slow down, so she could love them longer and be cherished by them.

Li Jingjing thought so, and acted accordingly. Seeing both the wind wall and control-breaking skills ready, she activated them.

“I have urgent matters, maybe next time,” Qin Luo declined as he had already driven out of Qing City.

Meng Zhuang was not one to shy away from trouble. On the contrary, if someone sought to provoke him, he would make them regret it for the rest of their lives.

“We’re almost there.” Mu Shengfeng’s deep, magnetic voice echoed through the silent car, reverberating in Shen Shengyu’s mind.

The editor pulled the contents out of the envelope little by little; anyone with a discerning eye could see it was cash.

Adding the thirty from the three kingdoms, a dozen from the principalities and the Four Seas, plus those from the Bai Luo family, there were nearly one hundred and forty Miracle Masters.

Song Ruyu pouted, packed her things, washed up, straightened the creases in her clothes, and pinned two sachets to mask the medicinal scent before following the Chen family’s servant.