Chapter 121: Just Let These Celestial Emperors and Golden Immortals Suffer a Little

Emperor Wuji assumed that Chen Yang was plotting to obtain the Heavenly Phoenix Mirror, while Emperor Beiji Xuanzhen believed he was after the Great Dao of the Five Tais, their Taiji Diagram, the Cauldron of Primordial Transformation, or the Mysterious Yellow Pagoda.

Little did they know, Old Demon Chen had always played a grand game. Mere immortality was but a natural outcome, hardly worth his mental effort. Since he had chosen to make a move, he was aiming directly for the realm of Creation. Emperor Futian, the Jade Emperor, and even the Demon Emperor were all merely pieces in this grand scheme of his.

Xu Hu was a decent man, quite magnanimous, but Feng Qian felt his thinking was too simplistic. If he were to encounter someone with malicious intent, he would likely suffer for it.

A necklace worth tens of thousands, while not the finest in the world, was certainly a high-end luxury item.

The two assumed there would be no accidents in retrieving the firelock musket and were turning back toward the room when they suddenly heard the personal guards arguing with a guest.

"No! I must get to Jiangzhou City immediately!" Shao Xiyuan bit her lip, urging the driver incessantly.

It was a pity that the records suddenly cut off; there was no mention of Xuantian becoming a Slayer of Immortals, and the information regarding Mu Zhengyun consisted of only a few trivial sentences. Yang Ruofeng could not be certain that Xuantian was indeed his master.

Jia Qianqian was left speechless. It was true; Long Xiao was fundamentally an unreasonable, lawless, extreme, and arrogant man. Brother Xu had once said that he had attacked him with a grappling hook in the fake treasure cave, showing a ruthless heart. It was clear there was truly nothing he wouldn't do. But was she to live her whole life under his threats?

Meng Fei said with emotion, "My dear sister, you truly are a lovely person." He pulled Zhu Zhu inside.

However, Zhu Yanxiu might be fine. With her cold temperament, no matter how potent the wine, it could not stir any desire in her.

But regarding what happened last night, no one had stood up to expose it. That was the brilliance of the superior; from now on, if someone left without permission and you failed to report it, everyone would be punished together.

Of course, I would not share this speculation with Yuan Hao. After all, Officer Yang's true identity remained to be investigated. To speak so recklessly might bring disaster upon him, which would be inexcusable.

When you soak a towel in water, pick it up, hold each end with your hands, and wring it out forcefully, have you ever noticed what the middle section of the towel looks like?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. To think that the junior she liked—whom she couldn't bear to see hurt—was being used by his unscrupulous sister as a sparring partner for Taekwondo, made to take hits while holding a punching pad with his frail body... Was this something a sister could actually do?

The auntie at Window No. 7 had top-tier skills in shaking the ladle when serving food, while the auntie at Window No. 6 often couldn't tell good eggs from bad. Only the auntie at Window No. 5 was truly kind; she would check if the food was spoiled before handing it to the students. Her only flaw was that her movements were a bit slow, but that was hardly anything.

Nian Xianchen’s heart struggled. Am I to become a sacrifice? If so, does that mean I will never again see this world, or that boy who once astonished me so?

Pan An trembled all over in fear, nodding hurriedly as he supported Zhao Xin, rushing away from the interrogation room toward the hospital.

The electronic display screen next to the Super Street Fighter 2X machine suddenly lit up, playing a match featuring Honda.

"Sigh, isn't this 'good person' card being played a bit too late?" Zhang Wei said helplessly.

Lin Huaiyu’s face was pale, yet she smiled and nodded. Looking at this, Zhang Yunfei felt a twinge of jealousy; he had long forgotten his father's face, and there was no sense of fatherly love in his memories.

Some stopped halfway through, while on the surface of others, bumps like bubbles began to swell, gradually transforming them into monsters.

Perhaps the three words "Shi Zhiyong" gave Shi Wei a glimmer of hope. Shi Wei turned his head slowly in the darkness, and when he saw my unusually dark and bright eyes, fear welled up in his heart once more.