How many dreams are there in this fleeting life? 2

Lu Min took a mirror from her satchel, breathed on its surface, and handed it to Fairy Xiao.

The two men in black were clearly after the chest. As soon as they got hold of it, they turned and ran, vanishing from Li Man’s sight in the blink of an eye.

Just as I finished shouting those words, I suddenly heard the fluttering of wings in the room. Following the sound, I saw a large iron basin overturned in the corner, the commotion coming from within—it was clear General Night was there.

“So, aren’t you afraid now?” Joey’s question came quite abruptly, but Ron understood what she meant.

Yang Tian was caught in an endless tempest, dark and celestial lights intertwining above his head, the aura so terrifying it felt as if the world itself might shatter.

Facing the ferocious power of the dragon’s breath, Fatty Li charged forward instead of dodging, pouring the full force of the five elemental energies into the heart of his sword spirit. The originally silver blade was now enveloped in multicolored radiance, dazzling to behold.

Meow Sister, growing impatient, kept her eyes on Ruhua. The moment she saw the rope drop, she leapt nervously downward, dragging the rope with her. The person pulling the rope bumped into Wu He, causing everyone to lose balance and topple forward. In a desperate bid to survive, they all scrambled back, clutching at the ground, caring nothing for the rope.

The Monster Hunters became humanity’s main force. Having followed the monsters for so long, they learned many skills, even naming a new technique "Monster Grasping Arts." Thus, the Monster Hunters renamed themselves the Monster Masters, teaching ordinary people how to capture monsters.

Yet Jian Ning did not shy away from difficulty. He had just stopped the car, but she really did open the door, glanced back and said, “Goodbye, Fourth Young Master,” got out, and slammed the door shut without even an umbrella.

Langya often wondered, since she was a princess, did she not have a king and queen as parents? These questions arose only after she met the Divine Dragon. Before that, she didn’t even know what a princess was, nor what she herself was, nor that everyone else had parents.

Who was in seclusion, who was cultivating, who bore grudges, who was plotting revenge—they could deduce it all.

Even if it wasn’t love unto death, the way her heart pounded uncontrollably when pressed close to Chu Yixuan was unmistakable.

Upon seeing this, Pig Worthless’s great mouth nearly split with laughter, while Cheng Tianhong’s expression soured. The major races had joined forces, their numbers overwhelming, and within the sanctified realm of the Golden Immortals, the odds of running into one another were simply too high.

A piercing whistle sliced through the sky, followed by a muffled boom nearby. Three columns of water shot upward, one landing barely ten meters from Wood’s escort ship.

The casting of the Soul-Severing Needle would bring the patient excruciating, unbearable agony, but Morey was distracted, enduring the sensation of thousands of ants gnawing at her without uttering a sound. Her gaze remained fixed on Gu Fan, whose eyes seemed like whirlpools, threatening to pull her in.

“Why are you getting so worked up? Don’t say another word,” Lin Feng hurriedly stopped Ling Feng from speaking. “If you do, according to my rules, I’ll have to destroy myself to help you.”

A voice interrupted the phone call on the other end. Ye Bai thought for a moment and suddenly realized something.

When he saw who had arrived, Han Zi’an’s angry face immediately shifted to one of lively excitement.

In just half a year, Ye Bai had climbed so high. While his finances were still modest, in terms of connections he was already leagues ahead.

Xiao Bin’s hypnotism left people slow and sluggish, but this new meditation had the opposite effect.

Bai Jingjing sobbed uncontrollably in Qu Qingran’s arms, grinding her teeth in hatred, her eyes flickering with a dark red glow.

The children reacted indifferently to the intruder, and he found no chance to interject. From the moment he entered, Si Cheng felt uneasy, as though under someone else’s gaze, his body tensed with instinctive wariness.

After witnessing her so brazenly bullying Ji Shuhan, the emptiness inside him only grew deeper.

This meant that before midnight, I could only update half the chapters. The rest, I’d have to stay up late to finish.

She didn’t know how to brew tea, so she simply tossed the bag into hot water and covered the pot.

Strictly speaking, he’d heard on the forum that this power engine and system originated from the Lucifer Club.

He had raised countless horses in his life, but his only regret was never having bred one of the legendary sweat-blooded steeds.

She saw that Lu Jingshen, Du Qiu, and Shi Sang had all fallen into comas, just like Cheng Cheng.

More than a hundred people crowded around, eager for a spectacle. Fang Zheng being beaten was nothing new; everyone enjoyed the show.

Shinji hadn’t expected Yuji to know about the Giant Onix, but recalling that Koji also mentioned hearing of the Crystal Onix, he didn’t dwell on it.

“Hmph!” Thinking of Zhao Iron Ox, Demon-Banishing Yao Lu slammed the stone table, instantly cracking it with a deep fissure.

A thunderclap rumbled at the horizon, then the sky darkened with gathering clouds, growing steadily more oppressive.

In a storm of arrows, a hero will not die unless fate demands it; and if struck, it’s only because a villain nearby is threatening his loved ones, causing him to falter.

The longing for freedom and survival devoured all his fear, emboldening him to crawl toward the severed heads on the ground. With a glance, he recognized them as the ones who had humiliated Jiang Lianji last night—now, they would tyrannize no more.