Volume 1, Chapter 65: This Daughter Is Unworthy of the Surname Xie

Shi Mei hurried over, fine beads of sweat still lingering on her temples. Panting slightly, she walked quickly up to Teacher Liu and apologized, "I am so sorry, Teacher Liu. There was a last-minute meeting today, so I'm late again and delayed your leaving."

Gone was the haughtiness she had displayed earlier in the morning when she was with Su Wanqing; even her tone carried a trace of cautious apology.

Teacher Liu waved her hand with a smile. "It's fine, it's fine. You young people are busy with work, I understand."

She turned sideways, pointed at Xie Kexin, and said with evident relief, "Today we owe it all to this little girl for keeping Xiao Hao company. The two children hit it off wonderfully."

Shi Mei looked in the direction Teacher Liu was pointing, her gaze just falling upon Xie Kexin...

Three bold characters appeared directly before my eyes, followed by a vision in which I saw a phantom-like human figure.

He could see very clearly that there was indeed nothing worn underneath, giving him a sensation of burning heat throughout his body.

From the depths of that canyon, an astonishingly imposing aura emanated from below, causing my heart to beat somewhat unnaturally.

"Ah, I forgot. Brother-in-law, have you taken a fancy to him?" Lin Chen'an suddenly recalled the warning Qin Hao had given him over the phone and immediately misunderstood.

"No problem." Dressed like a security guard, Gangzi smiled at me and then walked toward the entrance of the Dynasty Nightclub.

Speechless, Qin Hao patted Jiang Cheng on the back and channeled a wisp of vital energy into him, helping the fellow calm down a bit.

Of course Ye Da had noticed. Instead of exposing Fadeyev, he looked at Tang Qianlin, wanting to inform him of the matter, only to see Tang Qianlin give him a slight shake of his head.

This mass of black vapor was exceedingly bizarre; not only did it blind me, but it also restricted my breathing. Furthermore, the punch I threw failed to hit Tang Wuxin. It felt as if Tang Wuxin had also dissolved into this shroud of black mist, turning into nothingness.

Xu Chen did not believe that his past life would have taught the special forces team the beast-form fist without reason. Doing so merely to make them stronger must have had a hidden purpose.

Granny White Bone said nothing, reaching directly into her bosom to pull out an item for me—a piece of coarse black cloth. As she slowly unfolded it, an aged yellowish hide was revealed, covered with numerous characters and diagrams.

"You..." Tang Ning'an had driven the charming beauty to flush a bright crimson, yet she could do absolutely nothing against Tang Ning'an.

"Oh... Great God Asura..." Even Hua Yuning, who was usually detached, could not help feeling somewhat speechless when being tormented like this by the other party.

"What, are you looking to avenge yourself? To tell you the truth, my name is Meng Zixiao. This Heaven-Slaying Sword is also called the Zixiao Sword, and you'd better remember it well. Let alone you, even if the people from the Qingxuan Sect were to come, I would still kill you," Meng Zixiao said.

"One day, I will slaughter the Kaishan Sect in blood and use the heads of your sect members to comfort the spirits of the people of Lin County in heaven!" Lin Xiaoran said darkly.

This was the gap in strength—insurmountable and defying all strategies. No matter how thorough Lin Xiao's arrangements were, they ultimately proved useless.

Seeing her delicately turn her head away and ignore him, Lan Mufeng was about to fly into a rage, but the moment his eyes met her tranquil expression, his anger instantly vanished without a trace.

Narrowly escaping through the gap, Yuanling did not linger, heading straight toward the brightly glowing area ahead.

imperceptibly, the pleasure boat had traveled one-third of the way along the lake shore, pulling in at the second pier. About half of the passengers on board were exchanged. Ten minutes later, the boat set off once more, heading toward the third pier.

This single question cleared up the congested thoughts of the other three, as if they had grasped something that flashed through their minds like a bolt of inspiration.

Yet, these clothes all looked far too opulent; wearing them made her feel rather unnatural.

At this point, Mu Yueli paused and glanced at the Grand Chancellor. The Grand Chancellor felt a start in his heart—could it be that the Second Young Master's errand for him had something to do with Xu Jiayuan?

Lin Feng was immensely excited. This move was imitated from Han Li; back in the day, that was precisely how Han Li had snatched the Golden Light Master's sword talisman in one fell swoop.

Cheng Feiyu, who had finally stopped coughing, brought over the second bowl. Seeing that his speed fell far behind that of Big Brother Yuan, he skipped adding pepper and vinegar and simply dug right in.

Disgusted by the water on the ground, Che Sanqian walked aside, pulled over a stool, and sat down to watch Wei Dayong, who looked like a wriggling worm.

Su Man raised her eyes, pulled back the edges of an equally lackluster smile, and then pushed open the door to the hospital room.

Mountain General froze for a moment before realizing that Lu Zuo's intention was to put his support skills through a final test.

"So what?" Li Changfeng frowned. He had a feeling that the other party's true intent lay elsewhere, yet he could not quite figure out why the person was beating around the bush here.

Ji Daqiang felt slightly unaccustomed to having his hand gripped by Madam Wei. While elders always liked holding others' hands while chatting, it was a pity his own hand had never touched a maiden's jade-like hand.

At the same time, Cang Meng felt an inexplicable connection form between himself and Guan Yuxuan.

Angelica frowned. Theoretically, with no hints provided, the odds were fifty-fifty. To put it bluntly, those fifty-fifty odds meant either death or survival—could it be that he was simply lucky?

Tan Jingjing, wearing two pigtails, raised both hands, causing sparkling white snowflakes to spread outward from her palms.

Bang... Once the glass case settled securely on the ground, the mechanical arm slowly retracted back into the ceiling above, leaving only an opening behind.

Mid-speech, Lishang flipped his right hand, and a flying boat appeared in his palm.

At that moment, Lin Chen was sitting quietly beneath a tree in the courtyard. Lifting his gaze, he saw Princess Jiayao and Kong Fang walking in.

"Seal this secret realm permanently. Go find your master; he should be able to pull it off," the middle-aged uncle said.

As things stood, the signs of CBS being put up for sale were happening even earlier, and they were already approaching potential buyers for acquisition.

Next, his gaze shifted toward the formidable expert of the Beacon Fire Palace, causing the latter's heart to involuntarily tremble, as if he had been locked onto by a raging flood dragon.

Furthermore, the Yin-Yang Sect had a formidable rival in this world—the Art Sect. Two tigers cannot share one mountain, and the Yin-Yang Sect was also afraid that the Art Sect would take advantage of its vulnerability to make a move against it.

The architecture within the palace was grand and majestic, yet it exuded an ancient flavor. Wisps of spiritual energy drifted past, several times richer than any blessed grotto-heaven.

"Heh." Without acknowledging Yun Feiyu, she let out a small laugh, turned around, flicked her slender ponytail, and walked away. Who was she? Her name was Xia Mengyou, and she was also my classmate. Yet she held a special, irreplaceable place in my heart that no one else could ever fill.