Chapter Eighty-Five: Let Him Be As Fierce As He May Be (3/10 — First-Subscription Request)

When he heard this, Ding Pang, who was working in his office, sprang up from his chair at once. Before leaving, Lele first called Grandfather Qin and the others. The old man was of course delighted to see her again; there was not much affection left in the family, and it was rare enough that Lele had never changed toward them.

"You forgot. I am leaving. Even if you have an army at your command, what can you do to me, Lan Aoyi? From this day on, you and I are like this shattered jade."

A clear voice rang out. The winged jade pendant shattered like Shangguan Lingyou's heart.

The salesclerks here were all top-notch peddlers, with first-rate eloquence and first-rate service. To stand firm among the Luo Group and the Ji Group and yet not fall was precisely the success of this shopping center.

Luo Jingshi's heart was indeed in utter turmoil. She did not know whether it was her intuition that told her there was still something between Fu Xinrui and Ji Shangnan, or whether it was because of the feelings between herself and Fu Xinrui. In her heart, there was only such unease and apprehension.

Luo Jingshi was certain that she had controlled her temper very well. Otherwise, she really would have flown into a rage.

After running far enough to be beyond counting, Sun Wukong looked back and saw that Yang Jian had not chased after him. He relaxed, then felt a little smug, and laughed, "That Three-Eyed fellow may be mighty enough, but he still doesn't have old Sun's skill at running away." With that, he laughed without restraint.

Crack! The palm strike landed solidly. Wugou smiled faintly, secretly thinking that Chen Qiang's strength was no more than this. He believed that with this strike, Chen Qiang would be seriously injured even if he did not die. Yet an unexpected thing happened: a burst of multicolored light rose from Chen Qiang's back, and Wugou felt a tremendous force surge through his hand from Chen Qiang's back and slam into his own body.

At this moment, the others with great supernatural powers had also seen who had arrived. Seeing that the newcomer's cultivation was only at the peak of the Great Immortal realm, they sneered in disdain, thinking inwardly, "Could it be that the Seven Sects have no one left? They even sent out a disciple at the peak of the Great Immortal realm." As they thought this, their faces grew colder still.

And it was precisely through this experience of condensing his martial pill that Jiang Chen's name came to take on a different flavor.

With Chi Zijian's character, if the road of acting had not truly been blocked, how could he have been willing to give it up?

Ling Junze did not come to save Wei Qingwan, and in the end Wei Qingwan still had her palm struck by the teacher's ruler.

She raised her head, staring at the ceiling, not knowing how to keep herself from being so happy that tears would fall. In the end, she could only cover her eyes and nod hard.

Because she saw a large swelling on the child's forehead, likely caused by being struck by her stone.

"You dared to summon me here, so why wouldn't I dare come?" Qin Jinyu rode alongside Wei Qingchen.

Xiao Boqian could still claim ignorance when he looked back, yet disaster relief required going from prefecture to prefecture, from county to county, and he had not slept for seven days and seven nights.

After returning from the palace last night, she had thrown a terrible tantrum in her room. Not only did she smash many things, she also punished all the maids in the room and made them kneel outside the door the entire night.

Quite a few had come to watch the excitement, a grand commotion indeed. But Lu Weisong was dead? His head had been bleeding all along; what did it have to do with Lu He?

"I have no evidence for my speculation." Xi Che did not deny his thoughts, only said it as it was.

His resolute face could no longer hold itself together because of his own son's words, and the weakness hidden within it finally showed through.

That figure moved familiarly through the outer courtyard's Five-Character Gate, walked beneath the bodhi tree, reached the Bodhi Garden, came to the Dustless View, and entered the Purple Bamboo Grove. He saw the lake beyond the bamboo grove.

All the bones in his body seemed to have snapped apart; his blood ran backward through him. To still be standing without falling was already a miracle.

Jiang Yi's ears had already caught every word spoken there clearly, and when the other side actually called in the security company's bodyguards, he could only sigh helplessly.

This object was neither quite jade nor quite wood. It was a translucent blood-red, deep and heavy in hue, with strands of spiritual energy faintly winding and coiling around it, giving it an air both antique and alive.

First, he did not want to go to the hospital right now, nor did he want more people to know he was injured. The events of tonight were still shrouded in mystery; those foreign men who were like terrorists—who had sent them? If the other side knew he had not died, would they continue to act?

The two chatted a while longer before Bai Fan left, because the next day Zhang Tian would accompany Wan Jiangliu to meet the Human Emperor, and Bai Fan did not want to disturb Zhang Tian's cultivation.

With a thunderous boom, the mountain rock split cleanly in two at the sound, as though it had been scorched.

The blood pythons swelled with the wind, instantly thickening to the breadth of a bowl. The two blood pythons writhed and bit savagely. Strangely, their bodies were covered with warped human faces, as if countless living blood-soaked men were crying out in endless agony, while a stench of blood made one want to retch.

"Very well," Jiang Huairen said without hesitation, thinking to himself: the spirit stones are mine, and so are you. When Coyote heard Jiang Huairen agree, he felt much more at ease.

That terrifying blade force poured down, even causing the void around it to tremble uncontrollably at that instant. The vast space seemed to be torn open alive in a single stroke. Even the cracks in space burst forth with great bolts of golden lightning.

The meeting room was not large, just enough to seat the Pope and the twelve cardinal archbishops, but its ceiling rose to twelve meters. Magical wall lamps cast a somewhat dim light, and even the murals on the dome depicting the deeds of the God of Courage were faint and indistinct.

"It's here. Boss, let's go check it together." The subordinate hurriedly rose to his feet and was about to leave.

At the very edge of the village, there remained, most unusually, a broad and intact orchard. Behind the orchard stood a mountain, and beyond that mountain lay another village. Along the mountainside, some ten villas were scattered here and there.

An astute commander, a modest crown prince, matched with a capable deputy commander like himself.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at his father, Yang Yichuan, before him. He could not fully trust what he said.