Extra: The Untearable Red Silk - Prologue

Su Yao leaned into Zhuo Yue’s embrace, slowly regaining her composure. In truth, she was a rational person; she knew that even if she drove Zhuo Yue to his death right now, it wouldn't make him abandon Tian Feifei immediately. It was better to plan for the long term and take things slowly, moving one step at a time. After all, she was the one who was pathetic, unable to leave this bastard no matter what.

Of course, the appearance of the Reincarnation Space, the ability to traverse worlds and time, and the sight of the three thousand guests of Zixiao, all filled Wang Kun with a sense of awe.

Lin Qiankun suddenly remembered that although the two of them were married, he had always lived in the side hall.

Both of these people lived very difficult lives, yet even after the tragedy that befell the Qin family, they continued to associate with them just as before. They even helped look after the three Qin siblings from time to time, and Auntie Qian treated the three children as if they were her own.

Seeing the Shen girl circling Shen Ming as if she were possessed, the onlookers whispered among themselves, wondering if the child had been frightened out of her wits.

He stepped directly between Lin Qiankun and the assassin, clearly signaling his intent to intervene in the matter.

King Han, Han Cheng, led thousands of Han troops in guerrilla warfare within Yingchuan Commandery. Even when the hundreds of thousands of troops under Han Xin and Zhang Han clashed within the commandery, turning the sky dark and blotting out the sun, he remained hidden, adopting an attitude of "you fight your battles, I’ll play my own game, indifferent to the world."

No wonder she felt the weight was off when she picked up the meat earlier; it turned out that Qin Yinghuai had sent a portion of it to the Jiang family.

Qin Yingyuan immediately ran into the room she shared with Mother Qin. Sitting on a chair, she looked at herself in the mirror. When she saw the two butterfly bows on her braided pigtails, she froze, then jumped off the chair in delight and ran toward Jiang Wanqing.

At the time, he had been shocked. "Liu Bang, you are too weak! If I had known you were just a flashy show-off with no substance, would I have needed to wait for Xiang Yu? I would have finished you off long ago." He regretted it to the point of agony.

Ye Mingyue was stunned, her face flushing. She naturally understood who the Night King was referring to, which was exactly what she had planned in her heart.

After washing up, Xie Tong pushed open his bedroom door and saw a set of clothes neatly laid out, with a note resting on top.

Collapsing heavily, every breath accompanied by agonizing pain, the soldiers did not regret launching this charge as their lives drew to a close. It was their only path; only by capturing Pang Xiao alive could they survive the pursuit of the 100th Regiment.

Even so, Zhao Han ultimately endured. Especially as his physique, spiritual energy, and soul adapted to the Earth-Heart Evil of Heavenly Yang, his speed of refinement increased rapidly.

Every time the real Qin Shou spoke a sentence, the Sword Immortal Qin Shou would clutch his chest and cry out in pain, as if the words spraying from the real Qin Shou’s mouth were not words, but blades.

"No human troops, no sea monster troops. Have they sent them all back to the deep sea? Heh! Interesting!" Hu Yue swept a glance over the enemy formation and couldn't help but laugh.

"Your Highness, I..." Just as Zhou Ruoshui saw who was sitting inside and prepared to bow, Lu Jue reached out and stopped her.

Thus, half of the twenty researchers from the Posuo family, who were originally studying the magic of the Montis Empire, immediately split off to begin researching cultivation techniques.

Linge gripped his Terror Blade tightly, and a dense murderous aura radiated from it. The players present felt as if they were in a frozen wasteland, surrounded by biting cold winds, and cold sweat broke out all over their backs.

Hearing Stone’s shout, Zhang Yong lowered his raised hammer, though he still felt unsatisfied. He kicked the Iron Monkey in the stomach; although he didn't use much force, his own weight was enough to cost the Iron Monkey half his life. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he curled into a ball, twitching uncontrollably.

The carriage that had carried Duan Shu earlier was now parked at the entrance of the village. The horse hung its head, grazing on the green grass, its reins hanging loosely around its neck. It was not tethered, yet it went nowhere, simply standing quietly at the entrance of Yunyin Village, eating the grass.

Fujiwara and the others turned to look, only to see the figures of those boys drawing closer in the dark woods.

In this mortal world, possessing such skills was enough to stand proud across the four seas, but Guo Dacheng knew very well that practice must not be interrupted for a single day, because he could not allow "himself" to leave him too far behind.

Han Lai stood quietly on the desolate street at dusk, in front of the "Shengji Sweet Shop." He waited for the sunlight to vanish bit by bit, waiting for the dusk to pass and the night to fall.

"What are you doing? Is he the only one allowed to run wild outside, while we aren't even allowed to play mahjong at home? It feels like being a thief every time we want to have a little fun," Hou Peipei roared angrily.

Ying Yi narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing him. She had learned of his culinary skills three years ago; that was a "delicacy" she would "remember for the rest of her life," and there was no second place.

Xue Tian had just returned to his office, his tea not yet finished, his seat not even warm.

The Yiqi Dao Alliance was renowned for governing the human race and all cultivators, while the border Daoist gates practiced in seclusion, standing on the front lines of humanity to resist the monsters and demons invading from abroad, thus possessing the greatest elite forces of the human race.

Sang Yu’s body trembled, her gaze dim. She watched quietly as Beidao’s figure disappeared into the sandstorm. His collarless clothes made him look like a hero at twilight, harboring loneliness and quietly guarding a corner of the world, seemingly unwilling to give up. In the end, she could not fathom her current emotions, looking at her wavering form with bitterness.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Hearing Han Lai suddenly ask about Gong Ming, Ling choked on the food she hadn't properly swallowed, breaking into a fit of violent coughing.