Volume One Chapter 7 Two Days of Chaos Should Be Enough, Right?

“Then could someone inside please help me check Lu Yan’s ranking as well?” Lu Yan called out loudly.

Wu Qiaoyan’s bright eyes scanned the crowd, recognizing many faces, including familiar ones from Weiyao and the Sunlight Kingdom.

The three companions and the beast expected a quiet journey, but halfway through, at a jagged rocky outcrop, a strange wind swept by, causing the beast’s fur to bristle instantly as it stopped warily.

Jin Sanjun sat proudly on the sofa, a smug smile on his face; his agent beside him was equally pleased. After leaving the Flower Language event, Jin Sanjun’s group had come straight to Wang Xiao’s side.

The early-stage Transformation Divine practitioner, caught off guard by Wu Bu’s sudden attack, was forced to unleash true energy in defense. Yet, with a single punch, Wu Bu easily staggered the opponent backward, blood and qi surging wildly.

She never wanted to return to her former life with the Zhang family. If her foster father hadn’t been a gambler who squandered nearly all their wealth, she wouldn’t have learned theater or taken up such a lowly profession.

Bai Qin paused, watching the scene unfold. A strange, inexplicable feeling crept over her again. What was the cause of this unease?

Her own father was nothing more than a hypocrite with a sanctimonious facade. Was he truly a man of principles?

Upon hearing the words of the Taoist Sanque, the crowd could not help but show a trace of reverence. What arrogance it took to act so boldly! Allowing a prodigious talent of demonic caliber to grow unchecked showed the madness of his pursuit for divine realm power.

“And what else?” Others, despite their shock and suspicion, hurriedly inquired.

At that moment, Young Master Mu forced himself to lift his head and slammed it forcefully against the ground several times, trying to stay conscious.

The moonlight spoke calmly—half truth, half falsehood—but indeed, due to the unique cultivation methods of immortals, their bodily functions differed greatly from ordinary people.

She was never an idealist. Even during the interview, she said she applied for the auditing position out of interest, but in truth, she never regarded the job as anything sacred; to her, it was merely work.

Actually, he had some feelings for Sister Xianglian, but his family would never approve. Wang Xianglian was beautiful, well-built, and hardworking, yet she was believed to be cursed, bringing misfortune to her husbands—a taboo in their village.

In the CS match, the outcome of the first round was crucial for both sides, as it directly influenced the subsequent advantage. The winner would hold overwhelming firepower dominance in the next two rounds.

“Don’t move; I will protect you,” Wu Ming pulled Xiao Chuchu behind him, a glint flashing in his eyes as a silver needle appeared in his hand.

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“I told her you’re restless and can’t sleep at home,” Gao Haotian said calmly as he drove.

“Boom!” The gigantic hammer struck Lin Fan with raw force, causing him to retreat rapidly. His Wind God Shield combined with the Earth Armor Technique shattered instantly.

Hidden in the shadows, Young Master Mu watched with surprise but did not intervene. Instead, he vanished swiftly, seeking traces of Yue Nantian.

In front of her, Gu Qingyan was setting a bone, grimacing in pain as if on the verge of madness, biting down hard on a wooden stick, sweat pouring from her forehead.

I took out my phone and dialed Li Baozhu, only to find no signal here—no chance to make a call.

I lifted the splendidly dressed corpse, placed it next to a tree, posed it, and nailed it upright.

He couldn’t be certain, but the young man before him bore a striking resemblance, likely because he was so familiar with the former empress.

His phone rang; glancing at the caller ID, he answered and turned toward the bedroom.

I showed no mercy, pressing my body firmly against hers, stopping just short of tearing her pants as I had threatened earlier—well, you can imagine the rest.

This man, she had always thought, was gentle and refined, somewhat aloof and detached.

No one noticed the faint expression of loss and sorrow that flickered across Gu Yiran’s face. She lowered her head and quietly walked toward the door.

The secret art of the starship was revealed; her meaning was clear—nothing to discuss, please leave.

Yin Shang was a war god. He personally led his forces to conquer the land, unifying the realm—a living legend.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the water plants loosened their grip, and the body of shopkeeper Gongliang began to fall.

Chen Zihan thanked loudly and quickly pointed to the cameraman behind him, signaling to the groom.

Then, disengaging the molten chakra concealment mode, Hoshishita immediately cast the five-element seal and four-limb immobilization on the Red Sand Scorpion.

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The matchstick was thrown onto the paper figure, which instantly burst into flames. In moments, it was reduced to ash and smoke.

Then, Fu Jinxing checked his phone and saw messages and missed calls from Gu Zhiwei. He hurriedly replied.

Hoshishita unleashed the Heavenly Star God again. Uchiha Obito immediately hurled his chakra blade, piercing through the Heavenly Star God.

Everyone attending this program had their own talents, at least proficient in more than one instrument. Today, Le Rao’s stage was a performance on the guzheng.

That was a circular mark, distinct from the diamond-shaped seal on her forehead—like a round point of light.

Gao Ming didn’t want to implicate Song Hanyue, so he pulled out his phone and found the photo.

Upon opening her eyes and rising, Fan Qingling lowered her head, her cheeks flushed deep red to the ears.

With a slight push from the Lizard Overlord, the bead moved before Ziyang. On it was inscribed “Holy Lizard God Emperor Pearl.”

Her fingers danced over the strings like flowing clouds and water, the music growing more urgent and deadly. On the lake’s surface, two water columns transformed into dragons, claws bared, attacking Zhu Yuanlong.

It was already late at night. Gao Shun felt weary but forced himself to stay awake, commanding the 500 men behind him to make as much noise as possible.

Gao Ge understood this well, and Liu Yue even better. After camping outside the city for two or three days, the scouts reported that the Cai army was stationed about ten miles away, continuing to open supply lines. It seemed they only awaited their withdrawal before turning to attack Yinling.

“Brother, you don’t seem like a Westerner. Are you an Eastern martial artist?” Alex asked.

Xiaobai woke in the middle of the night, rubbed his eyes, and upon realizing he was in his own big bed, relaxed and snuggled into his embrace. Xufeng stirred and opened his eyes: Awake?

Zhu Yuanlong dodged aside as the string light split his wine bottle in two. Catching the spilled wine in his cup, he sighed, “Such a beautiful moment should not be sullied by violence. To destroy such a delicate ambiance...” Raising his cup, he took a gentle sip, savoring the fleeting pleasure of the moment.