58 Psychoanalysis

Liu Yi narrowed his eyes, gripping his sword in his right hand and delivering a vertical slash that directly parted the lake water, shooting straight up into the sky. Being in the water put him at too much of a disadvantage; the monster's cultivation was already approaching the Supremacy level, far surpassing his own. If he lost the advantage of terrain as well, he definitely would not be its match.

Their voices carried a sense of vicissitudes, some were clear and bright, others deep and resonant, along with Yue Yi’s standard baritone.

As long as he remained alive, he could rely on his talent in internet technology to slowly build his future, and there was no saying he wouldn't carve out a world of his own one day.

Jue Moqui shifted his footsteps, originally intending to ask her about something, but seeing her in such a rare good mood, he decided against it.

Xiao Kuang smiled, a genuine smile. Yun Moyu was simply too innocent, foolishly letting herself be completely wrapped around his finger.

Chen Ting and the others watched as City Lord Li You knelt on the ground, respectfully reporting the whole truth of the matter to the city lord.

After a short while, Yan Wei walked in carrying a bowl of medicine. Seeing Lin Chi dozing off beside the table, she did not disturb him. She went over to the bed, propped up Mi Shu, and wanted to feed her the medicine, only to find that her cheeks were ice cold. Yan Wei's heart tightened, and she touched Mi Shu's palm, finding it still burning hot. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

If he could also reach the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, his infinite energy would allow him to truly attain the omni-transformative realm of the Dao Ancestor. The current Seventy-two Transformations had no fundamental difference in what they transformed into; what was lacking was merely the evolution driven by sufficient energy.

Although Kuixing had no doubts about Long Teng's strength, he had never imagined that Long Teng could enable him to become a formidable Totem Master expert. After all, acquiring beast blood required confronting Level 4 ferocious beasts, or even higher-level ones, just to obtain that single drop of blood from within their bodies.

Returning to his room, he took out the little pagoda again, turning it over and over to examine it for a moment, then took out a superior-grade spirit stone and began channeling his True Qi into it.

"Grandfather has something to say to you." Wen Xue stomped her foot, and just as she wanted to follow inside, Eldest Master Wen yanked her right back out.

No matter the circumstances, whatever Tian Lu uttered was always what brought the greatest peace of mind.

Ramos passed the ball to Ribery. As Ribery received it, Chivu already closed him down from behind, fiercely pressing him toward the sideline. Ribery was also extremely exhausted; he neither could nor wanted to contest with Chivu once more, so he nudged the ball directly to the supporting Yaya Toure.

Wherever his eyes swept, there were only mountains. Standing atop the towering peak and looking down, he saw overlapping ridges and bizarre rock formations everywhere. After watching for a moment, he curled his lips. The Thirty-Three Heavens—such a grand name, yet it looked to be nothing much. By comparison, the Old Madman's garden was actually much prettier.

Huang Xuan was not very clear on the detailed rules of the elimination matches. As a standard prodigal son, he had never paid attention to such regulations. If it was necessary for him to know, someone would naturally come to explain it specifically, but unfortunately, Niao was not a good "companion."

"Judging from the deployment of that Demon Insect Empire, they have long harbored wild ambitions, even if we hadn't acted that way this time."

Yet it had to be said that both the ancient-style man and her brother—the groom now called Ah Wang—were top-tier beauties. The one in Prince Yu's estate was super-tier. There was no helping it; too many enchantresses could not be born into the world.

Before one's elders, one had to be meticulous, and naturally, no one was willing to sit through the company until the banquet officially began. Hearing this, the flock of chattering young maids and ladies in the room all filed out.

Li Peng had just been frightened out of his wits by the flashing blade before his eyes and the pain on his face, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Prodded by Li Cheng's pat, his legs finally gave out under his weight, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Clearly, she was also a vocational college student; why was he so unfamiliar with this name in his past life? Being this smart, it shouldn't be so.

Just now, Ye Hong had been terribly anxious when she saw the two of them meet, so why was there no reaction at all now?

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that Qing Ru seemed to have lost weight. Was her body still not fully recovered?

She even believed that the lawyer's letter was deliberately sent by Qin Jiang, purely to anger her into contacting him.

Coupled with the fact that Li Yupeng worked in the hematology department, she could almost be certain that it was Li Yupeng who had fabricated the leukemia report for Fang Nianyao.

If he remembered correctly, there were quite a few bodyguards inside the Shen family's estate, meaning that even if Shen Sisi wanted to go out, she would be accompanied by numerous bodyguards.

In fact, they were psychologically prepared for the Black Dragon to charge fees—who wasn't smart? This was a majestic night market! Having spent a massive amount of money to build it, and spending even more to construct two bridges, it was impossible not to recoup the costs. Yet who didn't harbor a wishful mindset? Moreover, they figured that even if fees were charged, it would start with the subsequently established stalls.

Ever since learning about Song Yuan and Qin Bei, Xiao Qingru had paid special attention to the situation on the Song family's side.

Jiang Yan was also eager to see what would actually happen once he gathered this three-piece Undertaker set.

Tianzhong was like pulling seedlings to help them grow, while Master Duobao took steady and solid steps; the gap between the two was more than just a little bit.

"What did you say?" Xu Qichang's gaze was like lightning as he stared fixedly at A Jiu's face, the hands at his sides suddenly tightening into fists.

Watching the yamen runner's hurried departing figure, Mother Cao muttered under her breath, looking extremely dissatisfied, though she felt immensely smug inside. Look at that, Ninth Prince's name really carried weight. Who on earth was the black-hearted wretch who claimed a villain had fled into her brothel? It must have been that shameless creature from across the street, burning with envy over her thriving business.

Before Tang Ziyan could speak, the student union president had already nodded. Tang Ziyan felt somewhat helpless as he raised a hand to rub his earlobe. If he hadn't experienced everything today firsthand, he definitely would have thought these events were pre-arranged by the student union president. But now, it seemed he really couldn't just leave matters as they were.

"So then, did he reply?" Having narrowly escaped death and leaning against soft brocade cushions, Su Ningle casually asked with a good mood.

With great difficulty, she managed to seat Bai Chenxi securely on the edge of the bathtub, then looked at him while panting for breath.

Although she didn't understand how impressive this gown was, she could tell from their tones and expressions that it was extraordinary.

That young man from the Chang family looked thoroughly honest and simple-natured. Facing such an imperious and bossy attitude, he showed not a shred of anger, instead revealing a shy, grateful expression.

"For now, it seems inseparable from several imperial princesses, especially Princess Jin. The day after tomorrow is Qingge's wedding day, and the emperor has decreed that Zhao Li is to enter the Lu family as an equal wife a month from now." Song Jing did not conceal anything, speaking her mind plainly.

Glanced at by her cold and clear gaze, the reporter felt timid for some inexplicable reason, even involuntarily taking several steps back.