Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Young and Beautiful Master of the Mystic Arts

If it were the Heavy Armored Knights, they might have to sacrifice a few men to kill this dragon. However, if it were those perverts under Mederli, they could likely slay it without taking a single casualty; as long as they charged while shouting Asra’s name, they would kill even a legend for you.

Pulling the quilt over her head, she could still faintly hear Mother Ye’s voice. Ye Wei folded the quilt over; phew, finally it was gone. She could finally have a peaceful sleep.

This magic tower was, after all, a clever construction rather than something forged from obsidian; while it could assist in the defense of the entire sector, its own defensive capabilities were nothing to write home about.

I am so glad to have you with me on this journey. Sunlight slanted across the desk, filtering through the gaps in her hair and leaving mottled shadows, yet it failed to dispel the chill in the slightest.

Only then did Great-Grandmother withdraw her gaze. Standing at the source of the sound was a young man, his silhouette rendered exceptionally distinct by the light from the bathroom.

Alan Trim thought that since it was only for half a month, he would just consider it letting McGrady clear his head; if there were no results by then, they would sue the sports center.

Mo Bai had already had people arrange the room. Once they arrived at the villa, they weren't particularly busy—it was just some clothing, after all.

Xiao Yuyin watched her expression, her own face stiffening. She certainly knew many people thought this way; just looking at how both Ling Yanxiao and the princess had come to the Prince Jing’s residence, she guessed that there were not a few who held this belief. However, she truly did not think it was the truth.

Sure enough, it was yet another cultivation technique and string-martial art starting with the prefix "Abyssal Dragon," further confirming Li Yunmu's earlier suspicions.

Both of them were somewhat flustered, yet only Yang Chen acted as if nothing had happened, drinking and eating as if he were a mere bystander.

Ye Miao felt almost shy. Since the other party was so gentlemanly, she felt it would be improper to pester him further, so she feigned generosity and waved her hand, saying, "It is of no consequence." Little did she know, under the blue-clad man’s gaze, her cheeks had already turned crimson.

Yang Qian understood; without needing to think, he knew that the mountain hunter was Big Brother Damin, and the other pale-faced youth was his own brother, Yang Yang.

Four in a row—it turned a group of soldiers into children in a kindergarten who had done something wrong, each one bowing their heads in silence.

Those three water pillars seemed to have eyes of their own, rushing toward the three of them with a whistling sound, like sentient chains.

Because Yang Chen had used too much force, and the stone was immensely heavy, he had been caught off guard. It felt as if his consciousness were being stretched and torn, causing the backlash that made him spit out a mouthful of bloody bile.

"This is our first meeting; take this as a gift," Ye Yiran said, producing a long sword and handing it to Yun Yan. The quality of the blade was nearly comparable to a profound weapon; after all, he was a master weapon-smith, and he was quite generous with his gifts.

Mu Liang was completely stunned behind Ye Shaoxuan. He dared not look directly at her beauty, as the person before him gave him the feeling of someone transitioning from the mortal world to a fairyland.

Shen Jun blinked, feeling as if someone had been there. Seeing no one, she noticed a black basin on the iron stove. Hua Qing had never left, and this black basin must have been placed there by the person she had just sensed.

Heavens, one had to realize that she was currently clinging to the arm of an old man even older than her father, Qiu Daozi, calling him "husband" with every breath.

Including a particularly sought-after lighting technician who was currently rushing to finish the last few shots for a major drama production.

Taibai Jinxing: "Taishang Laojun, do you not have a treasure that can locate any item in the Heavenly Court? Take it out and check to see if the items lost by the immortals are truly with Sun Wukong; wouldn't that settle it?"

After Fahai and the ten days were driven out of Jinshan Temple, life was not easy, for they had to face a difficult problem: food and shelter.

Lin Hai’s body slammed heavily against the wall before falling to the ground, seeing stars.

The man’s eyes began to brim with lust. He reached out to tear at his own clothes, stripping himself bare in a few swift motions.

But now, Murong Yu had no choice but to use her dragon form, because if she did not, Zheng Chen would likely be in danger. Moreover, this impact was something she could never withstand in her human form.

"It seems it is time to find a way to obtain the Demon Sect's techniques. Once I have the techniques of the Buddha, Demon, and Dao schools, while my strength may not immediately increase, my foundation will surely be profound beyond measure," Chen Fan calculated silently in his heart.

She reached out and unfastened Sun Buqi’s belt, allowing their skin to make direct contact so that her touch would be more sensitive, while also allowing her to use both hands.

Her other large palm slowly moved downward, as if in retaliation, grabbing the strawberry beneath his thin pajamas and giving it a tug.

In truth, she hated Zhao Hanliang to the core, but because she had no opportunity to retaliate no matter how much she hated him, she had to put on a resentful expression and hide her hatred deep within.

Seeing Liang Shan act like a coward, Ji Min felt that all the words she had prepared were useless. Seeing the "lewd grin" on Liang Shan's face, she felt a surge of anger and scolded him in a shrill voice.

What was originally a rather awkward situation was diluted by the easygoing expression on his face, as if nothing had happened at all. Rong Qi felt too embarrassed to keep staring at his legs, but the glance she had just taken was enough to tell her everything: these legs were definitely not the ones she had seen at the General's Mansion.