Chapter 132: She Is Extremely Sharp! (Part 1)

Yun Shuang was slightly startled and instinctively started to rise, but the man beside her moved even faster. He reached out to press her down, then looked toward the two attendants in the room and said in a low, stern voice, "Go and ask what is happening."

One of the attendants acknowledged the order and turned to leave the room.

Yun Yi and Yun Yin were also startled and retreated to their side, looking uneasy.

Soon, the attendant returned. His face was an eerie shade of pale, and his lips appeared to be trembling.

"So, you are the one who sent me back to this point in time?" Tao Le asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

After Yang Guoyun had violently smashed his keyboard, mouse, desk lamp, and chair to vent his frustration, Jiang Fan's words brought him a momentary sense of calm.

The item cost no more than a dozen yuan, yet it was being sold for ten thousand—a profit margin of several hundred times. This was something Jiang Fan had not anticipated.

As Fang Wanying reached this point in his account, he recalled everything that had happened over the past year. His heart felt heavy, and he paused for a moment.

The Great Ape King reached toward his waist and wiped it; a plastic beverage bottle from human society, its label torn off, appeared in his hand.

For these people who had been away from their homes and enduring hardships for twenty years, what drove them to march south and slaughter their enemies was not a desire for plunder, but a deep-seated grudge and hatred toward the Great Jing.

Xu Ying could not hold her liquor either, yet she refused to admit defeat, persistently urging the others to continue. Before long, she could no longer bear it and stumbled toward the kitchen.

Chen Tian wanted to dodge, but he could not muster the necessary inner energy. He knew that even his high-grade treasure-armor would never withstand this sword strike.

Song Yinhua looked at the steaming pool, her face full of excitement as she grabbed Bai Wanrou's hand, intent on diving in.

Miao Huai suppressed a laugh, replaced the three sticks of incense for him with white sandalwood ones costing eighteen yuan each, and then turned to add lamp oil and light the oil lamp.

Zhuang Wangu did not enter this layer of the Buddhist realm, not out of fear of the Great Freedom Heaven, but because he sensed that Zhao Gongming was currently within this realm, engaged in a battle of magical powers against the Burning Lamp Buddha. Zhuang Wangu had entered the Twenty-Four Heavens merely to observe, not to be drawn into the fray, and he believed Zhao Gongming would not want him involved either.

Layers upon layers of space shattered and faded; a storm of time and space erupted, filling millions of miles, making the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers tremble.

Think about it carefully: how could Li Xiaoyao possibly have any connection to the Li family of White Jade City? It was nothing short of a tall tale.

Having said this, he thrust the dagger out, plunging it directly into the center of Dongfang Biyu’s back. Fresh, crimson blood flowed slowly, staining the ground a deep red.

The system sprite smiled at Ning Cheng and gave a deliberate wink. Goodness, the expression was enough to make a person’s bones melt.

Xie Tianhua was fundamentally unwilling to develop his career in the capital because he had already become well-acquainted with Shenzhen, had figured out the ropes, and felt very confident about making big money there.

Xi Sa could not afford to fail. He was the pride of the North Sa tribe, and everyone in the tribe was willing to stake everything on their trust in him. This was the first step he had taken to bring hope to his people, and he was willing to sacrifice his life to create the possibility of success.

Hua Yu sneered inwardly as he watched. Even at death's door, the man was still fretting over silver. Today, the silver would be mine, your life would be mine, and furthermore, your wife would be mine.

The reporter from the Xinhua News Agency looked at Ning Feng and asked a foolish question. He had been completely baffled by Ning Feng’s retort and, for a moment, simply began to follow the line of questioning Ning Feng had set.

Under the setting sun, two figures sprinted across the scorching sand and stone. Each wore armor of a different shape, and various orbs of magical light flew past them. Behind them, a figure clad in golden battle armor flew through the air in hot pursuit.

Before I could finish speaking, I heard the gavel bang-bang-banging again, and I glared at the frog with dissatisfaction.

Gin shamelessly claimed the romantic ideas that Itsuka Kotori had painstakingly devised as his own, and as it turned out, the scene Kotori had arranged was quite effective; Tohka loved it immensely.