Chapter 100: A Fleeting Life, a Dream (Part 17)

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While playing the good person in front of the old lady, he entangled himself with the Xu family, intending to manipulate her completely.
This child was very sensible; whenever she returned, she never barged in unannounced. Instead, she always knocked first, even if the door was open, seeking permission before entering.
That was understandable. As for underwear and socks, they could no longer be mended, so it was necessary to get some fabric and have her younger sister help make some.
Luo Yun languidly sprawled in his nest, listening to the intermittent roars of dragons outside. He had a premonition that given Aki’s current sensitive mood, he probably wouldn’t be able to watch the great female fire dragon battle three days from now.
Unable to become the King B, he would instead play the role of a sly seductress, conquering another male protagonist, Su Luoheng, then enact the drama of him conquering the world while she conquered him.
After a brief daze, he regained his carefree demeanor, took a bite of roasted fish, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
The neglected customer instinctively glanced toward Ke Chen, but upon seeing his plain attire, dissatisfaction welled up.
To Him, these hunters were mere ants disturbing His hunt of the Flame King Dragon. As the Flame King Dragon fled, they became the outlet for His wrath.
Aunt Liu was furious; Liang Juan was shameless enough to set her sights on her son. Was she not afraid that marrying in might lead to being beaten to death by her own family?
The heavy axe blade swung with residual momentum. Seizing this inertia, the baron twisted his waist with a sinister smile and kicked out with his left iron-shod boot like a war hammer.
Kate heard this and kept whispering discontentedly to Ryan, pouting. Her expression showed she was awkward and she lowered her head.

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When Zhang Xiaoqing snapped back to reality, she was the only disciple of the Tianchen Sect left on the street; not even Shui Chongfeng’s disciples remained to wait for her.
That roar unleashed the full majesty of a king; visible ripples of transparent waves spread from Tangyuan at the center, radiating outward.
But before she could strike, the middle-aged man stormed toward me with fierce momentum. I refused to believe he dared attack me, so I met him head-on.
Retreat was impossible now; our supplies simply couldn’t move fast enough. Moreover, the enemy had clearly spotted us and seemed determined not to let us go easily.
Such agony would break any man, yet Sheng Lan showed not the slightest hint of evasion. As the first wave of pain subsided, a faint but sharp chill emanated from her bones, veins, and muscles.
Sheng Lan was younger than Tong Yao, gifted beyond her, more skilled in alchemy, and far superior in intellect—leaving Tong Yao miles behind.
The train bound for Chongqing finally stopped at the platform; ticket inspectors began checking. I stood behind everyone else, clutching my ticket tightly, uncertain what I was waiting for.
When Zheng Fan escaped from Savage Island, Yun Yan had already sensed he might have other motives.
Standing on the raft, Zheng Fan paid no mind to the young man’s actions, instead casting his gaze downward to the sea, vaguely seeing the terrifying silhouette of a stone giant lying deep beneath the waves.
Luo Feng could get no information from Li Zixuan, so he tapped on her assistant, learning that yesterday Zhou Tian had indeed come to escort Li Zixuan home as instructed, but only stayed briefly before leaving.
Although he dominated Chenfeng Continent with formidable power and was a local tyrant—a strong dragon overshadowing lesser dragons—Dragon God’s Cave was entangled with many forces and experts watching closely. Even such strength alone could not afford to offend others, lest chaos erupt across Chenfeng.

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He knew what he should do now, but that would mean his conflict with Yuan Taizuo would be fully exposed.
“Go back early; this area is often haunted at night!” The villager surnamed Li, an uncle of Li Jingjing, shook his head and walked away.
In Bailing City, loud laughter erupted, and dozens of figures flashed in like lightning. They were all top experts from the Ghost Puppet Sect.
Rising up, a sudden emptiness beneath him brought a burning pain. Lin Qingwan flipped over and sat on a stone, blushing deeply, awkwardly staring at the peach blossom patterns blossoming on her skirt.
At some point, Lin Yunfeng and Lin Houde also arrived, clearly having heard something. Both wore baffled expressions, unsure what to say.
According to past intelligence, the only person with the power and prestige to stage a coup in Wuying Village now was Zimei Mei, who commanded two bloodline limits.
“I’ve been to many places both at home and abroad, but the air here is by far the best!” Zhang Shanguang exclaimed.
Ye Ting and the others trained continuously for two and a half days. The two divine servants grew anxious waiting, but Ye Ting and the others turned and retraced their steps.
From the start, Wang Yichen took the initiative to attack, consecutively breaking through the forces of Cang Jing, Kong’s meat shield troops, the Immortals, the Thebes Holy Army, the Ancient Greek heavy infantry phalanx, the Spartan 300, and the legendary Ancient Greek heroes. From beginning to end, he dominated, leaving Cang Jing and Kong completely defeated and without spirit.