Chapter 40: Just That Little Bit Short-Estou levando a sério a caça de oportunidades, meu espaço está cheio de jade imperial(Por favor, deixe-me brilhar pelo menos uma vez.)

Glancing at the door she had just closed behind her, Zhao Chen lunged to his feet, swept her into his arms, and pinned her beneath him. Taken by surprise, Tang Yan couldn't even react, staring at him in a daze. With less than twenty centimeters between them, she finally blushed after a few moments and stammered, "Brother Zhao, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say I was bewitched by a beauty? You're right, I am bewitched by you—and I want to..." Zhao Chen stared at her with a cryptic smile, his gaze drifting downward to her prominent chest. Terrified, Tang Yan began to struggle violently. "No, no, no! Brother Zhao, don't be impulsive! I was only joking! Let me go, or Brother Hao and the others will be looking for us soon..."

Li Danruo watched Jiang Yanming finish his bath and settle into bed before she crossed through the side gate to report to Old Madam Cheng. Mother Wu dared not ask a single extra question; she simply lowered her head, agreed, and retreated two steps before turning to go about her duties.

After waking up, Dilong took one look at the sleeping Tanchun, then rose and left. Seeing the old butler in front of the manor, he told him that urgent business required his attention and he would be unable to keep Tanchun company at home, asking the butler to relay the message for him.

"How should I know?" she muttered, lowering her head to sniff the delicate fragrance of the calla lily, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

At that moment, the Emperor wanted to see his target practice results and clamored to check his target. Dilong, Li Hongzhang, and the others accompanied him to the firing range. The Emperor searched for quite a while before finding a single bullet hole; he merely shook his head without saying a word.

"Knowing Feng Ji's personality, he really might do something like that. Tsk tsk, and he calls it 'absolutely one of a kind.' Sigh, I almost want to hit him," Su Yuyang said jokingly.

In the dead of night, why were the two of them not in their own rooms sleeping but instead running around the courtyard? My mind immediately began to wander—could they be having a secret tryst?

"You are! You're just a rutting tomcat! A hopeless romantic!" After blurting this out, the girl retreated in a panic, gritted her teeth, and then immediately rushed out of the room, hurrying back toward Baobao.

I did not see Xing Tian in the Savage Manor. Although there were a few Heaven Demon Realm experts holding them back, as long as the battle between the Ghost-Masked Man and Long Xuan remained undecided, Long Xuan and his companions would not be easily defeated.

Qin Kun had witnessed Lin Yi’s ferocious performance on the arena stage and the terrifying scene he had just made dealing with the group from the Sacred Physician Sect.

Karmic Fire, originating from Buddhist traditions, is also known as the Fire of Mental Sin. It burns away thoughts and consumes desires. To this day, aside from a few ancient Buddhas, no one has been able to control this terrifying flame.

The old man was very patient, waiting silently for Anzi’s answer, his eyes—which lacked any trace of black—staring with a chilling intensity.

Although Shen Dongke didn't know exactly how things had turned out this way, he knew full well that the current state of Tang Renjie and Wang Feijie was merely the reaction to the medicinal effects taking hold. Furthermore, as Wang Chen pushed them away, he had also struck their pressure points to immobilize Shen Dongke, which meant that the only one of the three who had remained rational had now lost the ability to act.

I sat to the side, holding a wine gourd; it was Senior Dongfang's wine, a fruit wine brewed from some unknown fruit that tasted excellent and could even accelerate the circulation of one's spiritual energy! Chu Yaqi sat by my side the whole time, a look of blissful joy on her face.

There were two people responsible for recruiting new disciples for the Heaven Wasteland Faction this time: one was the man Wang Chen had knocked off the stage earlier, and the other was the clerk. He didn't seem angry that Wang Chen had sent his companion flying; on the contrary, he smiled at Wang Chen and even gave him a thumbs-up.

The spiritual energy held on for a few moments before dissipating entirely, consuming about one percent of Lu Yu's total consciousness energy. It was fortunate that Lu Yu's consciousness energy was steadily growing and that he had been practicing the method of space-bearing consciousness; otherwise, he truly could not have supported this method of investigation.

"You are no match for me. If I wanted to act, you would have already vanished from the realms of Yin and Yang. Relax, I have no ill intentions," the Ferryman said softly.

With just the five of them, they might be able to dominate the elite disciples and perhaps even hold their own among the core disciples, but attempting to control or destroy the entire Heavenly Wolf Sect was undoubtedly a fool's errand—they simply lacked the capability for now.

However, Ling Yun did not underestimate Dongfang Xiao in the slightest. If it wasn't necessary, he never hid his strength during a fight, often choosing the most direct and rapid way to deliver a lethal blow to his opponent.

The Elf race lived in the forest, so building a wooden house was no challenge for them. With Saya's help, they managed to construct one in less than ten minutes.

He Chuan, standing to the side, frowned deeply; no one who could speak to him in such a manner had ever appeared before.

"No, not exactly, but what I have to say does indeed concern the Kingdom's envoy," Cabana said with a grave expression. Seeing this, Dongfang Xiao stopped speaking and waited quietly for Cabana's explanation.

Suddenly, a water arrow shot toward her, drawing a flash of light through the pitch-black cave before vanishing. Qingling swung her long sword to block it; with a crisp metallic sound, she was forced back a step, her face flushing slightly.

"Boss, what should we do now? That guy has already gone in. Are we going in to catch him?" the man in the suit asked, looking at Bai Yunfei.

Ouyang Tian didn't hesitate and spoke his mind. In truth, he had a reason for choosing an even number, as the saying goes "misfortunes never come singly," making odd numbers unlucky, while even numbers are naturally auspicious.

After listening to their conversation, I looked at the floor plan posted near the elevator door and discovered a facility on the sixth floor: a roller skating rink.

"You little punk, I was driving a passenger bus before you were even born! Don't you try to act tough with me!" After cursing for a while, Uncle Liu closed the window as the traffic separated them, grumbling indignantly.

Lin Yan's appearance at this moment carried a meaning that everyone present understood clearly. It seemed his true target was the Sharp Claw Tribe, but the deeper implications were quite intriguing.

"Report to the King, he wants Xiong Qi." After Wei Liao finished speaking, his smile remained, though it looked somewhat strained; he was bracing himself for Zhao Zheng's fury.

Tu Lu walked toward him, brandishing his spirit blade. Everyone was so frightened that they cleared a path, especially the middle-aged man, who stood there in utter horror, afraid to move.