Volume 1, Chapter 26: A young girl like you has such delicate skin; shall we find somewhere else to talk?

The school gate was bustling with people, caught in the peak of the dismissal rush. The air was stifling, filled with the grating, irritating drone of cicadas.

Jiang Chengzhi’s desperate, shameless display of clinging to Jiang Yu’s legs and kneeling had drawn a large crowd of onlookers. He was sobbing hysterically, his face a mess of snot and tears. The students around them were filled with sympathy. Moreover, given that students had often seen military vehicles picking Jiang Yu up after school every day, many baseless rumors about her had already begun to circulate.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" Huo Siye’s temper flared, and he raised his foot, ready to kick that wretched figure.

"Brother Siye."

Jiang Yu reached out, gently pressing down on his arm. In that moment, she was reminded of her past life. Her third brother, Jiang Baoguo, had once gotten into similar trouble. Back then, she...

Why not use this incident today to question the wrongdoings of others? After all, regardless of the situation, Yin Xingle was always adept at twisting the truth.

Because they were all aware of the fearsomeness of the Six Monsters of Dongshan and their reputation for extreme brutality, they knew that Geng Hao’s interference would likely provoke the Six Monsters into turning their wrath upon the entire caravan and slaughtering everyone.

An Wuya nodded slightly. When trouble first struck the Tongyou Sect, they had discussed whether they should bring Jiang Zhiqin here to keep her under protection.

Upon hearing my words, Lao Shan instinctively looked toward the several figures in gray robes standing beside him. As long as they did not engage in massacres of lower-tier humans, the powerhouses of the Great Xuan Dynasty and the immortal sects on the mountains would naturally not interfere.

Xu Tianchuan was overjoyed. He quickly acted like a "submissive grandson," bowing deeply to clearly signal that this was exactly what he wanted.

The seven substitutes for Manchester United were Dean Henderson, Smalling, Ashley Young, Fellaini, Bruno Fernandes, Rashford, and Lingard.

Clearly, she had not expected that for the past half-month, she would never have a moment where she lacked an appetite.

Hearing this, Dong Moran turned her gaze toward Jiang Jianhao, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Finally, the rebellion broke out. The seventy-fifth Pope of the Church of Light suddenly launched an attack against the Winged Race of the Sky Island. The Winged Race, caught completely unprepared and having enjoyed the offerings of humanity for hundreds of years, had never imagined a human rebellion and thus had no defenses in place.

He opened the Omnipresent Codex within his mental space, hoping to find records regarding his innate technique, but he found nothing; the codex did not contain a single word about it.

During this period, Nan Zhiqi had also sought out Qin Luo. She did not develop much affection for him; instead, she kept steering the conversation toward Song Yuxin, offering many generous terms for Song Yuxin's entry into the entertainment industry.

Xiao Yan arrived at the mountain behind his home. Looking at the starry sky, he felt utterly despondent. Had the heavens brought him here just to make him a loser? He could never find the reason for his cultivation regression; no matter how he trained, his realm remained stuck at the third stage of Dou Qi.

Just then, Conan suddenly pointed at a man dressed like a samurai, sitting against the wall.

When it raised its head and saw the strange insect circling above it, it suddenly made a move that left me dumbfounded.

Seeing Yan Ya leaning against Qing Ge’s embrace from afar, the two exchanged a glance. Chunfen, protective of her mistress and contrary to her delicate and weak appearance, quickly gathered her internal energy and flew toward Yan Ya.

"Brother Chuan, I’m really fine! I feel excellent. I had a good sleep—the second time in all these years that I’ve slept so soundly. I didn’t even dream; I slept straight through until just now!" Jia Shuang’s face flushed slightly, appearing somewhat shy.

The boss then quoted a price. Chen Tian felt it was reasonable, as it was a famous painting, but he truly didn't have the funds for it at the moment.

The three-headed bird was also incensed. It let out a shrill cry, spread its massive wings, and dove straight toward Gao Feihu.

Their strategy was simple: the three powerhouses at the peak of the Yuan Realm would handle the King of Murder, the six late-stage Yuan Realm experts would deal with Xu Chen, and as for Zhou Min and the others, there were naturally people assigned to handle them.

It was a pity, but for the sake of his homeland and the world behind him, he had to fight the Sovereign of the Floating Pagoda. Even if it meant fighting to the death, shedding his blood and sacrificing his life—this was his faith.