Volume 1, Chapter 121: Struck by a Flowerpot

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Stopping there, Gu Zhen closed his eyes with a slight headache. The barefoot need not fear those with shoes—he had truly experienced this saying to its fullest these past few days! The Gu family in Haicheng was a venerable lineage with nearly a century of heritage, known for their modest and courteous family values and savvy business acumen. Yet who would have expected to encounter someone like Yu Fei...

"Senior Brother Gu, rest assured, once we are married, I will be a good wife to you and never bring you shame," Yu Fei whispered, wrapping her arms around Gu Zhen’s waist, pressing herself against him, savoring the warmth and his masculine scent, her eyes gleaming with pride. She had finally achieved a leap in social status, now just one step away from the coveted position she had long dreamed of—the move she had planned from the start...

"That's right. Rodman is a legend in the mercenary world, undefeated for nearly two decades across the globe. This is his first failure, and the consequences are nothing but smoke and mirrors!" The Flame Shadow held Aya’s hand as he spoke.

Ye Tian nodded silently. To ensure Wang Laifu would recognize the baseball cap, he deliberately asked Liu Kun to select footage from when the baseball cap had just appeared—before Wang Laifu had spoken to him.

Song Ziyang gripped her hips firmly, his hands pressing deeply due to his strength. Reluctantly, he lifted his head, swallowing hard.

Huang Yan had no intention of drinking immediately; he was deep in thought, his gaze fixed on the front gate.

Muramasa despised Ye Tian’s expression the most—it made him feel insulted and furious enough to attack on the spot.

Huoshan returned from settling the bill, his bulging cloth bundle now gone. However, Wang Tian humiliatingly noticed a purple, water-bag-like object hanging from Huoshan’s waist.

Staring at the keypad numbered zero to nine on the door, Ye Tian didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a metal stool and smashed it against the electronic lock. There was no time for subtlety or trying to crack the code slowly; he resorted to brute force.

While Ye Tian listened to Moyang’s story, a corpulent middle-aged man anxiously awaited something at Villa 888 in the western suburbs.

Earlier, the ghostly agents Zhu Ganglie had captured were frightened away by Jin Chanzi. Now, with two stretchers missing porters, Jin Chanzi used a summoning chant to call upon two Buddhist strongmen, who lifted Wukong’s stretcher.

"Friend, today’s incident was our fault. We admit defeat, only asking that you don’t go too far and leave us a way out," Jiang Kuiping said calmly.

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With each collision between the two, earth-shattering sounds erupted like thunder and earthquakes, causing the very ground to tremble.

After Su Youyou fell asleep, Chi Sijue gazed at her sleeping face for a long while before quietly leaving the room.

Despite everything, protocol had to be followed. Qiuyi Zhi also said, "Lift your head," though his tone was inexplicably weak.

The bar was fully seated; the staff began locking the doors. The auction would not end until completion—not even a fire could open the doors.

The pastor rambled on at length; Zhao Cheng’s English was poor, so only through a translator could he understand the speech.

To them, the butler’s commanding slap was like a tiger descending a mountain—majestic and imposing.

The Japanese planes had flown away, but the air raid warning remained, indicating more were likely incoming. Sure enough, distant explosions sounded again.

Zhao Liang waved his sleeve, light descending from the sky. Fuyuan shone brightly in the distance. Strong, pure energy diffused. Lin Zidaz felt every cell in his body greedily fantasizing and burning with zeal. He wanted to devour all the energy, leaving not a drop.

But Xiu Yu Xiao’s laughter became more devilish, her body trembling, disturbing Zhou Qinru’s sleep.

"Enough! General Cheng Pengcheng, aren’t you going on duty? If not, get lost and do whatever you want!" Dugu Xinci continued to chase him away.

Ye Feng’s curiosity was piqued. It seemed these few had invited others, but he dared not inquire further. Once Fei Li and Xue Meizi agreed, the four mounted their artifacts and sped off into the distance.

Li Yan stayed behind to care for Su Yun, who was just over three months pregnant. Any strong emotion could still be dangerous.

Upon seeing the spiritual talisman bestowed by the Wine Sword Immortal, several late Nascent Soul cultivators, including Fish Profound Venerable and Elder Xiaoyao, all showed envy.

A sudden thunderclap shattered the silence. Everyone heard nothing else but the slender figure soaring toward the spiritual sovereign.

Shouts rang out nearby. Li Ye suddenly looked up, meeting a pair of anxious eyes.

Xie Tian’s solitary body refinement owed much of its monstrous success to the evil body, at least half the credit.

Because in eleven battles, the rulers on the Rakshasa side numbered barely twenty, negligible compared to the seven hundred rulers on the other side.

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Li Yan kicked up a leg, immediately sending him flying! Shen Mobai steadied himself and lunged again, smashing Li Yan’s head repeatedly! Li Yan crouched quickly, throwing him to the ground and kicking out.

"Your Majesty, look at Aunt Xi’er’s hand," Qin’er suddenly noticed Xi’er’s fingernails were blackened. This was no illness—it was clearly poison.

This kind of trash who could only survive by others' strength had become a prodigy in Luo Haikou’s eyes?

"What are you thinking about?!" Li Jinting asked, casually taking the water cup from Gu Yanyan’s hands.

After all this time, Ling Wei had been extremely cold toward him—sparse in words, neither warm nor cold, just neutral.

"Come on, come on, Lin Feng, brother, we’ve prepared a banquet to celebrate your victory." As host of Xiaoyao Valley, Xiaoyaozi grabbed Lin Feng’s hand and led him toward a grand hall.

Kampar was still dazed; the Russian soldiers looked blank. Where was the promised hospitality? At least a tent? And the promised tea? No tea, at worst a bowl of hot water?

After a long while, Min Zuoxin seemed restless inside the car. He stood below, cigarette in lip, looking up. His neck ached from staring so long. He shook his neck and fixed his gaze on a pipe descending from the hall above.

Sure enough, when Kuang Zhong heard this, his eyes suddenly snapped open, staring intently at him. Shen Song met his gaze unflinchingly, eyes full of meaning.

Li Yun’s fists emitted a hazy blood glow. Each punch intensified the crimson light until his fists resembled twin blood suns.

"Haha! Can you hit me?" Li Yun was like a giant bird transforming from a Kun fish to a Peng bird—this sky was his domain. His body became a series of blurry shadows, filling the entire sky in moments, as if the whole sky were Li Yun himself.

Heaven and earth collapsed, turning to ash; the void shattered into nothingness; all beings perished. The Southern Domain had become a wasteland.

"No need." Mo Li said coldly, wielding the meteor star longsword. Since arriving at Galio Academy, Brother Li Mu had taken great care of him, but a match was a match—no personal feelings should interfere. If a contest is to be held, it must be fair and just.