Volume 1, Chapter 38: I Know Very Little About the Heir

"This is an emerald ring, and a top-grade one at that. Da Mei, is your boyfriend a huge tycoon?" Just then, the captain walked over, looking completely stunned.

It felt as though his cheek had been sliced open by a blade; he groaned in pain, yet still let out a low growl and stepped forward.

"..." Li Minghe recalled Huo Shaoting’s icy expression from just a moment ago, and as he speculated about their potentially complex love triangle, he couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Having never been treated this way before, the two naturally wore expressions of utter fury, as if they wanted to devour Gu Cheng.

"Don't flatter yourself." Lin Jiahan rolled her eyes at him and walked along the aisle to the counter.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. A divine doctor is a divine doctor; how could I possibly address you by your given name?" Lin Muchen’s father hurriedly explained.

Later, Nangong Jingzhu learned that it was the police who had found her lying by the side of the road and brought her back.

"Have you been listening to Sister Lan these past few days?" Liu Baiyun held her younger sister affectionately, a rare smile appearing on her face.

The self-detonation of a spiritual artifact is comparable to a strike from a True God, and the power of the spear’s explosion clearly exceeded that of a True God, or even a Domain Realm master.

"But I..." He pulled her into his arms, holding her tighter. Feeling the pain, Ni Bing raised her hands to embrace him back.

Back then, we had barely any money left after buying a house and getting married. My mother-in-law borrowed thirty thousand from relatives and admitted him to the hospital immediately. After a series of tests, they performed a surgical resection, removing two-thirds of my father-in-law's stomach. When the doctor came out holding a bowl containing the bloody tumor, my mother-in-law fainted.

Seeing Nangong Qing’s difficult position, Long Ning guessed that he wouldn't stand up for her, and she felt a gnawing resentment in her heart.

His magnificent robes were torn in several places, and his face was covered in grime! But at this moment, he didn't care about any of that.

To the leaders of the surrounding forces, he was the one who wielded the stick and the one who offered the carrot; Moore had become Chifeng’s external spokesperson.

Looking into the distance, one could see dozens of lights forming a V-formation, flickering as they trailed behind the meteor, as if trying to capture the runaway star.

Suddenly, I found the second night to be exceptionally long. Although I couldn't see the night light outside, time told us what was day and what was night. I couldn't sleep at night because I was thinking about what to do on the final day, and whether I could come up with a better plan.

"Auntie even told me last time that I should visit your home more often," Xiao Suoran said, looking at Li Jingyu tentatively.

Prometheus: The god of forethought, brother of Atlas, son of Iapetus. Known as "The Forethinker." Creator and protector of humanity. Because he angered Zeus, he was chained to Mount Caucasus, where an eagle would eat his liver every day, only for it to grow back, repeating the cycle endlessly. He was later rescued by Heracles.

It seemed like a casual movement, but suddenly a blinding cold light flashed in the air, followed by the vibrating sound of the air being sliced open.

During this period, another important task was to organize the people of the Northern Yan clans, select them, and begin the work of farming and alchemy.

It was a pity that the "two birds with one stone" plan, which the Green-Haired Lion had pondered for so long, was like winking at a blind man when faced with the Jiangliu that the monkey had transformed into. This monkey, Wukong, had no idea where the King's Pearl was.

If the teleportation array is dismantled or one end of it is destroyed, the other end can no longer be used! Its function is nullified.

The Biluo Six-Yang Pill is a sixth-grade elixir. It requires many expensive medicinal herbs and is not often needed. Therefore, unless there is a special purpose, most sects only stock a few and will not waste vast amounts of sixth-grade land to grow Six-Yang Grass and Biluo Grass.

Xu Yiming’s eyes widened, and he was momentarily stunned; he never expected this girl to be so bold.

"Young Master, would you like a drink of water? I have your waterskin here!" Zhou Cang said, handing a waterskin to Huang Yan with both hands.

"I’m going to go see if Xinyi and that Mi girl are finished with their work... You all tidy up; it’s time for dinner..." Huang Yan, lacking his usual playful demeanor, gave the instructions in a flat tone before turning to leave.

She still didn't want to get married, but if she truly had to marry someone, then it might as well be Shen Chang'an. At the very least, she knew he liked her very much, and she liked him too.

However, the person people talked about most wasn't Li Qiong of the Li family of Chentang Pass, who topped the rankings, nor the Fire Spirit Qu Qingyan—the only woman among so many men—nor any other disciple of a great family, but rather—Sun Wukong.

"Don't be silly, it was just a very successful performance." Zhao Luolu spoke, watching the performance on stage with intense focus, utterly exhilarated, her eyes shining. She felt as if the people in the stage play had come to life.

After a roar from Mr. Gu, it tucked its tail and scurried under the bed, never daring to come out again.

When Su Chen and the others walked in, quite a crowd had already gathered. The martial arts convention held every few years was a grand event, so many people had traveled from all over to catch a glimpse of the geniuses from every sect.

"Scorching Flame" was a new trait that automatically evolved after the Myriad Transformation Gloves devoured a fragment of the Heart of Flames, and it had several main effects.

As for the incident at the border town, it was my mistake, which is why... I let you face such danger.

Three words slowly flew from Liu Wanyan's mouth, sounding like thunder. The vital energy in his hands had converged into a transparent sphere, and a terrifying power was brewing within it.

"Enough. Tell me, where is the person?" Yan Ming exuded a cold aura, the black in his eyes seeming capable of sucking a person in.

"It's you." The man stared at Gu Ling, as if remembering something. He spoke, his voice incredibly pleasant, like the sound of a melodic cello. Gu Ling felt the voice was somewhat familiar; it seemed she had heard it somewhere before, but she couldn't place it for the moment.