Volume 1, Chapter 137: Don't You Think You Owe Me Some Compensation?

Yun Mojiu looked at him.

"Why did you disregard your own safety to protect me before, and then save me twice with your own blood?"

Although she was suspicious, she did not ask outright. She worried that if she guessed wrong, it would be very awkward.

Hearing her ask this, Xiao Junhe’s deep, dark eyes flickered slightly, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that A-Jiu had figured something out? However, looking at her demeanor, she did not seem very happy.

Therefore, when Liu Bai found her wanting to transfer the "Jade Gourd," she arranged the transaction at a hotel, hoping that something might naturally happen as a result.

Regardless of whether others believed it, the grand team did not care. The battle at the Desolate City served as a wake-up call for them: no matter when or where, there is never a lack of powerful enemies, and continuous self-improvement is the only way forward.

Either one is struck down by the opponent finding one’s own flaws, or one seizes the opponent’s flaws to defeat them; there is no third possibility.

"Dead dog, open your mouth, look up." An echo came from the depths of the cave passage, making both the man and the dog feel their hair stand on end; it was quite frightening.

Some matters required him to make his own decisions, and as his mother, she could only assist from the sidelines.

Lan Yu realized at this moment that he had lost this battle, and he had been defeated thoroughly.

In the Imperial Capital, at Bolt Castle, a carriage arrived transporting a corpse. The Grand Duke's second son, Count Biden, was dead. The Mages' Guild claimed he died in a duel. According to custom, the victor took everything.

The middle-aged elf was overjoyed; lying on his sickbed, he had constantly longed for his homeland. He picked up the fruit, smelled it, and took a bite. He closed his eyes in contentment, slowly savoring the long-lost flavor—the taste of his home, the taste of the Endless Forest.

Lu Bufan had spent his childhood in brothels. Although he was a clear-minded child at heart, he was certainly not some ignorant bumpkin.

Cain acted as if he had performed an insignificant task, standing there quietly, waiting for the referee to announce the result. But after waiting for a while, the referee remained as stunned as a wooden chicken, which displeased Cain.

That would absolutely have been a wrong decision, but it had not yet reached the point where others could criticize it. He had originally wanted to rush out to teach the two of them a lesson, but then he reconsidered, thinking they were likely just gossiping about what happened after that.

They had been in China to preach for many years. Although they had not acted with great fanfare and their followers were not everywhere, the scholar-official class had begun to acknowledge and accept their teachings, and some of the common people were gradually gaining access to them.

Qin'er is the big sister! Today, I present this poem as a blessing from Sister Qin to you! I hope for a reciprocal gesture, shall we?

Bei Xiali stated her lineup without reservation! Her imperial father had entrusted her with the mission of finding the Ice Demon Crystal Soul, and she did not want to fail.

Lu Ya also encouraged Qiji, though most of it consisted of his firm belief that Qiji, as his son, would certainly achieve great things—something Duan Jiaze could not stop him from saying.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" As the voice came, Yang Fan was stunned for a moment before awkwardly moving aside.

"Dean." Yang Fan greeted him first. Lu Yunzeng nodded, and after a moment of hesitation, he introduced the person to Yang Fan.

"Let’s observe for a while longer. If both his character and cultivation are excellent, we could win him over to be a guest elder for our Whale Gang," Lan Luo'er thought to herself.

Just then, someone interjected. Guan Li looked up to see Vito 1000, who had experienced the entire event.

Sometimes we think we have made a fair judgment, but in reality, it is often colored by our own subjectivity.

Liao Tan and his third uncle were caught off guard and pinned to the ground, their hands cuffed behind their backs. Only "Old Master Wang" proved slightly more difficult; with his chest exposed, he sat cross-legged on the kang, and due to his advanced age, it naturally took a bit more effort.