Volume One, Chapter 65: The Lover in My Dreams

When Ning Yusheng realized what she was thinking, it was already too late to stop herself. It was as if an anchor had been planted in her heart. Even though she deliberately put on a display of disliking Shen Chaowu, she couldn’t help but dwell on her thoughts. She couldn’t possibly like another woman. Even if Shen Chaowu was radiant and beautiful, she still couldn’t possibly fall for her.

The banquet was far from over when Ning Yusheng stormed out in a huff.

When Zhao Kang entered the room, he saw Tong Yuan meticulously wiping his personal weapon, his movements so precise that he seemed afraid to leave even a speck of dust behind.

In fact, it wasn’t hard to understand: if Chief Jiwayao had led the Da’mon tribe into such a situation, things could only have gotten worse, not better than they were now. Though there had been casualties and some livestock lost, at least the main force remained intact and morale had not collapsed.

“No need to regret it! I can spar with you right now! If you can’t even stand against me, then you have no right to talk about dueling my second brother!” Zhao Yun’s voice was resolute.

Meanwhile, the likes of Spider-Man’s skintight suit and Iron Man’s high-tech armor had already made their debut one after another.

Qi Yun was beginning to understand why so many cultivators would go to such lengths to search for ancient relics—like their own ancestor Gu Minzhi of the Pure Yang Sect and others. Clearly, while they might not grasp the full picture as Qi Yun did, they had begun to sense that something wasn’t quite right.

The theater’s four walls were equipped with fairly decent soundproofing, but once the noise surpassed a certain threshold, it could no longer serve its purpose. Sensing that the noise had become unusual, people began leaving the hall in succession, worried about the fate of their possessions or homes.

He hoped that after this BML event, the Heavenly Court base crafted by Qian Yu would become the most coveted sanctuary for the entire Bilibili community.

Facing the incoming divine arrow, Leng Junxie’s expression remained indifferent. Without slowing his pace, he waited until the arrow was nearly upon him before casually raising an arm and effortlessly deflecting the mighty projectile.

Qin Fei recognized Wang Chen’s voice immediately and hurried outside, where he saw Wang Chen calling out and peering into the courtyard.

Just now, he had instinctively tried to brush aside the hand pointing at his brow in irritation, yet, strangely, though his mind willed it, his body refused to move an inch.

In situations like this, he could only leave, waiting for the storm to pass before returning, so as to avoid misfortune.

“Of course, Lady Consort of the Alliance,” Tyrande replied calmly, though if one listened closely, the anger in her tone was unmistakable. After all, with a friendship spanning tens of thousands of years, anyone would find such a turn of events unbearable.

“Enough, let’s not talk about this anymore—it doesn’t suit the atmosphere here at all. You’ve mostly finished your tasks, haven’t you? Are you planning to officially reach out to the city tomorrow?” Zhu Siqi asked.

Garnett was already an outstanding passer, as evidenced by his assist numbers—he’d led all players at his position for years. This interior pass after receiving the ball perfectly showcased his talent in this area.

“Dissolving Power Powder!” The faces of Bai Wujian and the others changed dramatically. They hadn’t expected their opponent to possess such a drug—a sedative rumored to incapacitate even top experts, stripping one’s internal strength for three days, leaving the body weak and powerless.

A triumphant roar erupted from the thousand soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Legion as they swarmed into Hexi Fortress with Lei Ming and Meng Hu at their head.

“Not at all, not at all. Master Yu is already the leader of a sect—an honored position—and now, having become the head of the Skyrobe Alliance, your reputation is even more formidable. I, Tang Yanxiong, feel utterly unworthy, so how could I dare seek to rise in your company?” Tang Yanxiong replied coolly, not even bothering with the courtesy of a clasped-fist salute; the sarcasm in his words was so clear that even a deaf man could hear it.