Volume 1, Chapter 142: A Chance Encounter at the Restaurant

“I like them all,” Chu Ming replied without hesitation.

“Pick one, then. Whichever one you choose, Big Brother, I’ll wear it for you today,” Mu Feifei said.

“Purple,” Chu Ming answered casually.

Before long, Mu Feifei sent him a video of herself swaying before a fitting-room mirror in a purple dress.

After watching it, Chu Ming did not reply. Instead, he silently lit a cigarette.

With the Initializer switched to silent mode, the phased-array radar no longer displayed any information about the enemy. Both sides began relying on their visual systems for reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance.

“With those words from you, that is enough. We will never forget the names Tuoba Fu and Tuoba Chou, no matter where in the world we may be!” Ye Feng patted Tuoba Chou on the shoulder and smiled.

To break through to the fourth level of the Divine Realm in the entire universe—to become an existence comparable to an angel—was practically impossible. This also meant that Pomonles had comprehended at least one domain of insight.

“What do you mean?” Sister Hua had already drunk quite a lot, and her face flushed crimson. She snatched up the wineglass on the table and splashed it toward Kong Hui.

Once air enters the stomach, it rises above the heavier liquid and can easily force open the cardia, escaping while carrying some milk with it. This is what causes milk to spill back up.

“You fool. If you still intend to sell your life to Frieza, I’ll kill you right now,” Vegeta said viciously as he turned to face him. A terrifying sphere of energy had already gathered in his hand.

Although his business was no longer flourishing as it had in the past, the life he led still remained far beyond the reach of ordinary families. After all, he was a descendant of the imperial family.

Mo Wan privately admired his senior sister’s judgment. With a single glance, she had found the best place to hide in that chaotic area. He himself would have found it exceedingly difficult.

He passed the secret arts on to his disciples—Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, and Pang Juan—turning them into renowned strategists and ministers of their age.

Ah, since everyone says the recent arc is dragging and readership has fallen a little, I’ll speed up the writing of this section.

“You’re right. We have eyes watching you, so don’t think you can fool us with nonsense. Tell me honestly—what exactly is going to happen at the conference center? What plans do you have for tonight?” Xiao Chen pressed.

Seeing that Xiao Yi had taken the bait, Thomas continued his performance. Furrowing his brow, he spoke with an air of deep regret.

Jiang’s father was not as warm as Jiang’s mother and was a rather solemn man. Fortunately, there was no hint in his expression that he looked down on Li Wei. He gave off an austere yet equal-minded impression.

Half a day later, Li An rode out of the desert on the back of the Black Bull King and returned once more to the mountain forests.

At the time, he had been mischievous and refused to heed his teacher’s instructions. After getting into a fight with someone at the school, he was expelled by the private tutor.

She was a member of the dragon clan, and the vital energy she wielded was the dragon clan’s ice—the ice of extremity, the ice of kingship. Frost of such a nature was already bone-chilling and nearly impossible to break. By then, Ke Sha had also exhausted much of his strength, so he naturally could not free himself from its icy restraints.

The other party’s behavior clearly carried the guilty air of a thief caught in the act. This confirmed his analysis and effectively established his suspicion that they intended to seize the inn from him.

Selinda was, after all, a swordswoman. When she accepted the sword, delight overflowed from her face.

The newcomer was a boy. His skin was fair, and his sharply defined face was handsome in a somewhat delicate way. Yet between his sword-like brows lay an alluring air of resolute determination. He was tall and slender, sturdy without being particularly muscular. His loose white robe lent him an effortless, graceful elegance.

Within the ancient palace, Chen Tian’s eyes grew increasingly grave as he spoke. By then, a vibrant murderous intent flickered in his gaze. Hearing Chen Tian’s words, Xie Tian felt a weight lift from his heart. It seemed that Xiao Shan and the others had overcome yet another trial and were drawing ever closer to him. Li Huo, however, showed not the slightest surprise. His eyes remained as still as an undisturbed sea as he looked toward Chen Tian and Xie Tian.