Chapter 39: If I Cannot Have It, Neither Shall You

The members of that team clamored as they tore open the curtain made of bedsheets. From their perspective, they could not see that outside the Shi family’s tarp, there was a clothes rack hung with clean towels. Shi Yaoyao had been sitting at her study desk writing. She looked up with concern, a pencil in her hand, and began to gnaw on the tip. Because of her anxiety, her head began to sway again. Seeing this, Shi Yuebai pressed a palm onto the top of her head to steady her.

"This has nothing to do with that! What exactly are you trying to say?" Veins pulsed on Zhao Ziyi’s forehead, and an expression of displeasure began to surface.

Ning’er also noticed something suspicious; the Imperial Guards were heading toward the most crowded areas, not at all like they were escorting Deng Tu back to his residence.

Her soft, delicate feet had long since developed blisters, and as she walked, the blisters burst; every step was a searing, agonizing pain, as if she were treading on the tip of a blade.

What surprised him even more was that Naruto climbed back up, his eyes fixed on the Hokage monument, his reverence for the position and the title clear to see.

The Black Water Gate disciple, his arm severed, looked on with eyes splitting in rage. He let out a roar, turned, and fled for his life.

Perhaps it was the numbing effect of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because he hadn't seen Zhao Ziyi smile in so long, but Uncle Cheng was completely deceived. How could Zhao Ziyi, who had appeared so despondent just a moment ago, suddenly be so cheerful?

Yang Yongxin did not dare delay. He returned to the room immediately, locked Deng Tu to a pillar with iron chains, and began the first lesson of slave education—ideological indoctrination.

The artists under the Starlight Company included not only all-around performers like Zhong Su, who excelled in film, television, and music, but also popular idols who were masters of both singing and dancing.

It must have been that this farmer had gone up the mountain to chop wood and encountered the skeleton soldiers; and the skeleton soldiers, under the orders of the White Bone Lady, were also chopping wood.

For an ordinary person, sneaking in easily would be no small feat, but this was no challenge for Xiang Jin. As a seasoned master thief, there was no situation she hadn't seen; she had naturally come prepared.

If I had to name the most surprising thing about today, it would be that I never expected Master to actually agree to help us finish these tasks. How difficult a chasm must that have been for Master to cross? Yet, he managed it.

The Captain said, "Staying in the life-support pod for long periods requires entering sleep mode; otherwise, the internal nutrient solution won't last long, which is detrimental to the life inside. Xixi, send a few robots over to transfer this life-support pod to the sterile, temperature-controlled medical room."

Because He Shaoyuan was a guest, everyone vied to toast him, and he was already half-drunk. Although, after cultivating Heavenly Melody Power, melody masters could expel alcohol from their bodies, he had a special fondness for drink and preferred to keep himself in this semi-inebriated state. Perhaps it gave him a temporary sense of peace.

The people in the village were killed by Lin Ping at Ba Seng’s command; this place was held by Lin Ping at Ba Seng’s request, and the act of playing dead was something Ba Seng and Lin Ping had agreed upon from the start.

No sooner had we stepped out of the car than the driver slammed on the gas and took off. The three of us exchanged helpless glances. I began to suspect I had become a plague god, given how desperate he was to avoid us.

The call connected, and the other party immediately asked Zhao Mu if he was aware of the current situation regarding that previous video.

On the dagger in his hand, a terrifying power bloomed in an instant. It was the power of a high-tier Venerable Artifact. With the aid of the dagger, Night Shadow’s strike was comparable to the full-force blow of a Seventh-Heaven Realm Venerable.

Uncle Chu did not know where Chu Haoran’s immense confidence came from, but he was willing to believe in his strength. He nodded and, like the Azure Dragon, placed his hands on Chu Haoran’s shoulders. In an instant, Chu Haoran vanished from the transit space.

Two million, two million six hundred thousand, three million seven hundred thousand... item after item was successfully auctioned off, the staggering prices repeatedly shattering Zhao Mu’s perceptions.