Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Nine: May I Have a Taste?

Shen Chaowu was truly drunk. Her snow-white skin was tinged with a rosy blush, her neck and cheeks flushed pink, and Fu Ming felt as if ants were crawling in his heart.

She was very beautiful.

Fu Ming had known it since the first time he met her.

Shen Chaowu’s beauty was rare and striking, piercing straight to the heart. Fu Ming himself was quite handsome, never one to worship appearances, but even he was stunned by her loveliness.

When the college entrance exam finally arrived, Li Zheng, like most parents, personally escorted his child to the examination hall.

Pia made no effort to hide the envy on her face, sighing softly, “Thirty years ago I practiced Zen Buddhism, trying to reach the state of unity between heaven and man, but I failed.”

The Chou Beach was covered in tall, dense grass, hiding many white and red-ranked monsters. For martial artists, it was not particularly dangerous, but ordinary villagers risked their lives there.

Lina’s eyes, still clouded with desire, gave a gentle nod and a reassuring smile. Only then did Rong Chengyao head toward the bathroom.

At that moment, she too felt a little lost, unsure whether Yan Xinxin was truly no longer angry or just being sarcastic.

Gongsun Zan, upon hearing that Han Dang had arrived, immediately reddened with fury and wanted to raise an army against him, but was dissuaded by Guan Jing and Gongsun Xu.

“If you want to learn to develop electromagnetic force, you must first understand what electromagnetic force is!” Wanderer called out while writing on the blackboard.

Blood continuously seeped from Zheng Jian’s body. If not for the combined effects of his energy, the Dark Fruit, and super healing abilities, Zheng Jian would have already died from his wounds.

Fang Feng considered himself lucky; he hadn’t been beheaded by the soldier and used for merit, but instead was blessed by the rain scattered throughout the city by the Datong Star Lord.

“Qingmo, you look so beautiful tonight,” Ji Qingyuan said as she spun Liang Qingmo around, the wide skirt swirling gracefully.

Still, out of humanitarian principle, Ye Chen arranged for someone to deal with the assassin’s corpse.

Why was his son so clueless? Ling Ruofei praised Ye Chen, fine, but why was his own son joining in the commotion?

It was as if grand bells and drums resounded, shaking the soul, and as though endless Dao rhythms flowed through the world.

This time, he helped out as well. After all, both had worked all night, and Ye Chen felt embarrassed to ask Shui Qingzhu to cook.

“How terrifying, what kind of Parker is that?” Emilia stared at Cai Yuehao’s hideous appearance, his roar terribly grating.

Qin Junye looked at the message Catherine had sent him, which contained only a name and a phone number. Jiang Zhengkun—Qin Junye silently repeated the name, recognizing it as someone from the Jiang family.

Therefore, if Qiu Yun wanted to know something, he would have to rely more on his own efforts within the dimension.

Those who lost could correct their errors in cultivation, while those who won could consolidate their knowledge and discover their own shortcomings.

If the public relations business of “First Emperor Group” were taken by “White Owl,” “Red Spot” would probably go mad, for “First Emperor Group” was its most important client.

Ye Chen had known this for a long time, but he wasn’t afraid. He joked that anyone seeking death could come at him as they pleased.

This was highly unusual, so Hu Yue immediately instructed the soldiers to use the illusion-identification spell to check whether they had fallen under an illusion.

“Who are you!?” Hu Yue demanded loudly, stepping forward as he quietly instructed the robots to set all these creatures as enemies, staring at the massive monster.

Everyone paused in surprise. Prestige was crucial; if you wanted others to join you—especially for the duchy’s support and recognition—you had to demonstrate your power.

The camp was built of wood. If those fireballs burned it down, it would be disastrous.

He made a split-second decision, deliberately exposing a flaw to Kuan Qi. When Kuan Qi’s gravity hammer swung at him, he narrowly dodged and, without hesitation, cast the earth spell, Sinking Quicksand, to trap him.