Volume 1, Chapter 37: Truly a Monster-Ao me tornar a protagonista, o vilão maquiavélico se apaixonou por mim à primeira vista.(Tinta pausada não é livro.)

Qin Xianxian dared not lift her head the entire way. Only when she felt herself being set down on a soft divan and her hat pushed back did she cautiously look up. Her face was flushed, her eyes shimmering with tender emotion.

With the Heavenly Dragon Pool now available, Fang Zheng had finally found a place suitable for his cultivation. He could exert himself freely here; even if he shattered the water's surface, it would restore itself in the next instant.

After a brief rest, the three of them mounted their horses and rode forward. A man stood guard before the inn, its doors tightly shut. It was only after the three riders had gone a long distance that Zhu Da looked back to see the man finally being released.

Mi Bugai had entered the underworld, but looking around, he saw only mountains of corpses, seas of blood, or boiling cauldrons of hell. Everything was shrouded in a grey and oppressive gloom, making it impossible to discern any direction, let alone find the path to the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

However, it seemed that some foreigners sensitive to technology had caught onto the source of Donnie’s delight: the massive liquid crystal display hanging on the wall, which utilized an imaging technology no one could quite identify.

In particular, one envoy from Tibet, who was not as easily restrained as the Tang soldiers, immediately led a group of over twenty men to demand provisions from Yang Guozhong.

As the departure time for the flight to the imperial capital approached, Ye Chun finished a hasty breakfast and took Lu Jun and Pang Chong to the airport.

Baili Wuchen held her in his arms, then leaned down and left a light kiss upon her forehead.

Yet, crying out in pain came with a price. Even if the bone were set, if not handled properly, it would still hinder Yu Wei’s recovery and the regulation of her phantom power.

In fact, almost everyone shared the same thought, to the point that no one had any desire to step in and help.

Chen Xiu raised an eyebrow; he remained unimpressed inwardly, but his face beamed with delight as he took the lead in applauding.

Gu Lingze sat by the bedside, using the same method he had used for Jinzi and the others to help the Empress consort guide the spiritual energy within her body to dissipate.

Chen Xiu moved through the aisles, looking at the familiar medicines, packaging, and shelves, feeling a sense of unreality.

Not only did she belittle Orchid for her rural upbringing, but she turned around and called Jiang Jun a country bumpkin—implying that she herself was also from the countryside and did not deserve to wear such fine clothes?

Rumei Niang also walked over, laughing in her exasperation. "You silly girl! This was all your idea, and now that it’s come to fruition, look how happy you are. Your mother has never felt so proud and vindicated in her entire life." With that, she burst into hearty laughter herself.

At this moment, all the masters of the Demonic Path had arrived, and there was no longer any use in stationing guards. With the temple’s protective array activated, no one could infiltrate Tianyin Temple unless the Righteous Path were defeated; and if Tianyin Temple fell, keeping the masters here would be pointless anyway.

Walking into Taiyuan City, Chen Xiu sighed. To be honest, Shanxi had been very well managed by Yan Xishan. Regardless of how history might judge him, to the people of Shanxi, Yan Xishan was their benefactor.

Unexpectedly, Xie Qingwan was not surprised; instead, she smiled gently and called out, "Lingze."

As a businessman on the same street, Chen Xiu naturally did not want to cause trouble; at the very least, he wished to maintain his public image.

Furthermore, seeing that he seemed to get along well with his companions and was not to be trifled with, the man simply turned and left, choosing not to pursue the matter further.

Putting away the Demon Moon, Yuan Chen looked at Tang Xue, who had been waiting nearby for quite some time. Seeing her concern for his safety—to the point that she neglected the bleeding wound on her own face—he felt as if his heart had been fiercely tugged.

Having said this, Qingtian stared tentatively at Lin Luo. She had expected him to be angry or fly into a rage, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no reaction from him.