Volume One, Chapter 112: Henceforth Called Little Third Master

"Bang!"
Suddenly, a thunderous explosion rang out, deafening in its intensity!
The entire valley trembled from the impact!
"Whoosh..."
The mobsters were so terrified that they all crouched down, instinctively shielding their heads, staring in horror at the gun Zhang Weidong held pointed toward the sky.
Amidst the suspicious gazes of the officials, Baili Gou gave a sharp clap, tossing the letter into the air so that it fluttered with a crisp sound.
The bodyguard strongly suggested, "Let's go to the amusement park. Has Teng Ju ever been?" He asked directly.
Qian Xiao suddenly realized that this King Huang's target might not be the county office at all, but rather him.
Since one had already entered the battlefield, one had to be prepared for combat. If the contestant from the Xiluo Kingdom lacked even that awareness, then it could only be said he deserved to die here.
Although his own strength had been elevated to the peak by Yang Si, and with the aid of the Overlord Body, it was not impossible to even clash with a supreme master.
And so, I altered the early plot; the poetry gatherings and such were forced additions, falling outside the original outline, which made the writing sluggish. Coupled with my recent heart surgery and poor health, the updates have been a bit lackluster.
After waiting for a long time, An Yan felt his hand touch something—soft and cool. It pressed itself against his palm, and a spiritual channel was instantly established.
He had an appointment with Mike for therapy in the afternoon, but he had missed it. Treating Mike to a meal now was his way of apologizing.
Upon hearing this, Xiangxiang could not help but show a look of disappointment; she knew that what Grandpa Tie Ying said was indeed true.
However, the atmosphere today was rather strange, with many people dressed in odd clothing, resembling police officers, standing guard all around.
"How would I know? This must be fate. Besides, Ying'er has already been with him like that, what else can I do?" Feng Lan said.
"Which Korean artist does Biting-xi admire the most?" Once the conversation opened up, everyone felt less constrained, and Jo Se-ho took the opportunity to ask a question he was genuinely curious about.
"You beast!" Duan Hedong was also enraged. If not for the sneak attack by these six Fire-Rock Pythons just now, he would have already left this area; and now, this beast was clearly charging at him again. How could Duan Hedong not be furious?
Lan Ruo wanted to say something, but thinking of Gu Yan's attitude, she held her tongue. Her boss had always been a person of her word, and in any case, which company they gave the decision-making power to didn't affect them much. She believed in Alisa's invincible legend; even if a company were on the verge of bankruptcy, a single drama of hers could bring it back to life.
He had already felt fear toward Yang Que, and having witnessed the terrifying scene of Yang Que slaughtering Tian Xiangwu on the street during the day, he had regarded Yang Que as a formidable figure not to be provoked even in death. Seeing him suddenly now, he was naturally scared half to death.
This time, not many people noticed; everyone was busy studying formations or practicing drills. Even when Di Shuye and the others broke the Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl formation and passed the ten great formations all at once, very few people were aware of it.
Just as Qin Yuan was thoroughly indulging his tactile desires, studying in detail the different sensations of the dolphin's rear in every position, as well as the varying counter-forces produced during kneading.
Shang Qingfeng was struck with terror. Watching Wan Feixun's face twisted in ferocity as he stepped on his chest, he was scared out of his wits. In desperation, he struggled to break through the restriction on his right hand and held up the golden token in horror, though his facial muscles were twitching so violently he couldn't speak.
But that favor was one he owed to A-Bo; what did it have to do with this bird-brained Brother Ji before him? Wang Bai immediately took action, slapping him a dozen times until blood trickled from the corners of his mouth—and that was even with Wang Bai going easy on him.
"I'll listen to the majority opinion." It turned out Old Fei was quite slippery as well. He had originally been a staunch supporter of Xuan Ling, but now that he heard Old Yuan's suggestion might be his own opportunity for a breakthrough, he was tempted.