Volume One, Chapter 48: What Does It Mean?

The old man smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "I am the guardian of this place, responsible for watching over this secret passage. To be able to make it this far, you certainly have some genuine skills."

In the surrounding air, whispers from others suddenly arose:
"What is the background of this old man? He looks unremarkable, yet his aura is so formidable?"
"Indeed, looking at him, he doesn't seem like an enemy. Could there be some other hidden circumstances?"

The old man's gaze swept back and forth across the three of them, as if observing something. After a long while, he sighed and said, "I have waited here for a very long time, constantly searching for trustworthy individuals to entrust certain matters to."

A trace of... flashed in Liu Ruoxi's eyes.

If one day Wu Yuhan were to marry someone else, it would undoubtedly cause him more pain than killing him.

Even after witnessing the monster's resurrection process with my own eyes, my initial thought in my mind was never how to capture it and make it my own.

Just as Yecangyou was about to make a move, suddenly an old woman in green, around the same age as the old man, hurried over, whispered a few words into the old man's ear.

To Xu Long's surprise, however, Zhao Tiehu acted as though he completely failed to grasp the hidden meaning behind his words, and unceremoniously retorted anyway.

During the time Xiong Er went back to find Zhu Ling, I repeatedly emphasized several points to Zhan Tingbai, wanting her to remember them firmly.

Long Qingteng sneered, casually snatched a guard's saber, and slowly raised it. Under the illumination of the moonstone at the top of the martial arena, the blade flashed with a sharp, chilling light.

Perhaps we both misunderstood each other. I misjudged him for having malicious intentions and ulterior motives, while he thought I was merely punishing him for overstepping his status.

Zhang Yang knew that Meng Xin had already discovered he was here, but future matters could be discussed later; the priority was to resolve the issue right before his eyes.

The harsh, grating sound echoed through the tunnel. Refracted by the pale blue firelight, the opponent's thick and towering physique truly projected a powerful sense of oppression.

Mo Chengxuan shook his head. "Where would such a good thing come from? You reap what you sow through your own labor, or else you just wait to die. Do the Cao family members still think such a wonderful thing exists—handing you a house and giving you land to farm?"

By this time, the carriage gradually came to a halt. Having reached the mountain gate of Tongtai Temple, Fan Yuncheng and Wei Rui had no choice but to cut short their conversation and slowly walked into Tongtai Temple together.

"Crying so hard that she no longer looks like a human." Hearing these words, Manshengheng's heart shattered completely into formless pieces.

"Lady Yuan, this zither is so precious, how could I dare accept it? Furthermore, your brother is a renowned master player in the North, making him the most suitable person to keep and cherish this instrument." Wei Rui tactfully declined.

Following his movement, the ferocious beast that had just left the nutrient tank violently trembled. Immediately afterwards, a pair of beastly eyes suddenly flashed with two beams of red light, and its previously lethargic expression gradually turned extremely ferocious.

Suddenly, everyone saw Chen Ze sitting up inside the Mercedes-Benz. He shook his head and then began to ignite the engine.

"Boom..." A giant hole was blown into the reinforced concrete wall of the laboratory, scaring Hou Fei so badly he nearly jumped.

"Master, everything she just said, this disciple heard it all." He Zheng forced down the hatred surging within his heart. His tone betrayed no emotional fluctuation; it remained the same indifferent expression he wore on ordinary days.

The only task he assigned was to pick faults and find loopholes as much as possible, and then, targeting those loopholes, develop all sorts of cheat tools, offering a bonus of 500 for every one successfully developed.

It turned out that after the purple jade box was snatched away, Liang Chengyuan claimed he had tampered with it to track its location. Moreover, having long mastered the art of soul separation, he could leave Liang Chengchi's body. Therefore, he wanted to seize the opportunity to track it and retrieve the purple jade box.

"Pooling all the silver in the house together amounts to no more than fifty-eight liang. Expenses are high when traveling away from home, so bringing a bit more silver will make the journey easier," Chen Qing explained.

Xue shi looked back in disbelief. The husband who had spoken such tender words in her ear just yesterday had actually resorted to striking her on the very first day of their marriage. Grievance filled her eyes with tears, but seeing that Chengyou was genuinely enraged, she was frightened into trembling like a startled rabbit, not even daring to cry.

"Who goes there?" Someone spotted Xu Zhuo and the others and immediately shouted sternly. Mo Xuan and the other special operations soldier wanted to rush forward and eliminate the opponent to avoid causing too much commotion, ensuring those upstairs wouldn't be alerted. However, Xu Zhuo moved first, instantly blowing a hole through the man's head with a single shot.

She was completely absorbed in playing the zither and did not even glance at him. The scholar did not disturb her either; he simply sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the Taoist temple, listening to Yang Yu's music.

Han Chuxue was somewhat surprised. She truly had never considered this possibility, but now that he put it that way, perhaps it wasn't entirely groundless. She did not understand the struggles for power in the imperial court, but evidently, the young prince had undergone special training, so such an association on his part must have some basis.

She ate very little—just a tiny bit—then walked over to the stream to wash her hands. Afterward, hugging her knees, she sat beside Xiao Yu. Her hair fluttered in the breeze amidst the undulating sea of flowers and beneath the warm sunlight as she sang a leisurely-paced tune. Her voice was clear and possessed an ethereal quality that sounded remarkably pleasant.

A crisp cry rang out. Sun Jian's fiery temper flared, his eyes practically spitting fire as he instantly drew the sword at his waist and angrily pointed it at Dong Zhuo.

To give a vivid example, if a child at home is disobedient, a single warning like "Keep acting up and I'll throw you into the swamp" will undoubtedly make the child obediently shut their mouth, which goes to show how effective it is.

"It's not that I'm nagging, Fatty, but hold on for a moment. Save some of your energy—there will be plenty of times for you to shine!" Luo Wantian waved at Xiong Fatty, motioning for him to sit down.

Subsequently, Gu Yanran tossed the bowl aside and jumped straight into the lake with a tremendous splash.

This remark reminded her of the dispute between the two of them three days ago and her own bold words, leaving Mu Qingqing slightly embarrassed.

Today Chun'er was absent, today happened to be heavily fogged, today her confinement had been lifted, and today she was a free person.

Yuan Futu's expression darkened. Under these circumstances, meeting force with force would be tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg, yet with so many formidable enemies lurking around, escaping seemed utterly impossible.

Yunniang assigned these two shops to Wang Youcai to manage, only offering a few pointers in certain areas before becoming a completely hands-off boss.

Beneath his feet, the shattered stones trembled violently, leaping into the air before falling back down with a pattering sound that irritated one's mind.

Huo Shangning returned to the company and passed by Song Yanyan's office. Seeing the door closed, he assumed she was still busy inside and chose not to disturb her, heading straight back to his own office instead.

No matter what, he had to fight for a way out. He had survived life-and-death situations for so many years; the worst-case scenario was simply losing his life. Once he got past this hurdle, he swore he would take ruthless revenge on them.

Clearly, it was impossible for her to know where he had gone. Why did he have this lingering sensation of being seen through by her? For a brief, sudden moment, Bingpo felt as though beneath Gu Yanran's ugly visage, an entirely different appearance was concealed.