Chapter 45 This Is Just A Misunderstanding

Yan was not about to humor him. How could there be such an absurd person in the world? Could he possibly have thought that Niannian's pouch was filled with mere stones?
"Take a good look and see what this is!"
Yan opened the money pouch and waved it right in front of Dai Mubai's eyes.
Dai Mubai froze instantly.
W-What?
G-Gold!
It was actually gold?!
Dai Mubai's jaw dropped. For a moment, he was utterly speechless.

Perhaps, unless useful information regarding Chen Ping's interpersonal relationships could be uncovered, there would be no breakthrough in the pursuit of Chen Ping.
Looking across the entire history of the Uchiha clan's ninja eye-awakening processes, there indeed were instances of skipping the double-tomoe Sharingan entirely and evolving straight from a single tomoe to three tomoes.
Mu Leng was already in a fragile state to begin with, and after being out in the torrential rain for so long, new ailments and old illnesses flared up simultaneously, striking Mu Leng down completely.
Li Siwei dropped heavily to the ground, rubbed his hands fiercely against his clothes, and reached out to touch the wound on his left leg. His freezing fingers slid into the warm, sticky wound, instantly causing Li Siwei to shiver violently.
To Uzumaki Kushina's invitation, Uchiha Yuyu did not immediately give a reply, instead turning to look at Inuzuka Haku and Nohara Eiko standing beside him.
Princeton announced the news in the evening, so the moment countless mathematicians learned that the BSD conjecture had been proven, they instantly lost all thought of sleep.
However, in doubles matches, shots like the "Boomerang Snake," which do not cross the net, are indeed well within the bounds permitted by the rules.
The battlefield was a scene of utter chaos, permeated everywhere with the hazardous plague gas left behind by meat-grinder bombings. The agonizing groans of the wounded and the unconscious mumblings of the infected on the verge of depravity could be heard on all sides.
From its perspective, the human component of a Parasite was its most vulnerable part; and a failure that parasitized a human's right hand—because the cowardly human still retained its consciousness of existence—was even more inferior compared to a successful Parasite.
With his eyes tightly closed, Cheng Nuo's forehead was already covered in a fine layer of sweat after this series of ultra-high-intensity calculations.
Because regardless of how you think or act, some things simply exist—how could you possibly reject your own true heart?

The next second, Xia Yi swung his heavy blade, sweeping out a huge semicircle with a roar like a tiger. One of the gold prospectors hurriedly raised his weapon to parry, whereupon his weapon shattered and his body was cleaved in two.
It was truly strange. In the past, he could point out without a care in the world the fact that Meng Qi had a physical reaction to him, and he could bluntly discuss with Meng Qi how dragon veins give birth to children. But now that his feelings had changed, even those few words had become difficult to utter.
Barrier after barrier formed from spiritual energy collapsed with loud crashes, the spiritual energy scattered wildly, and the illusions were swept away as cleanly as if by a great tide.
"Hey, is someone up there? The Liusha Sect wouldn't be hanging out on roofs in the middle of the night, would they?" the system said to Lin Xingchen.
Because Zhao Zifeng was simply too understanding—he was the epitome of a considerate and understanding good man. Otherwise, how could he have known that Gu Ruxi was facing such a monumental catastrophe at this very moment? It was a disaster so vast it felt as though the sky were falling, entirely unmanageable, the kind of ordeal that could make someone vomit blood and die from sheer stress.
Elernd slammed the blade of his sword heavily into the ground, pressing his hands against the hilt. As he spoke these words, he faintly heard a strange, unfamiliar voice echoing by his ear.
Fei Peng remained entirely unbothered. What of the Red Seed? A Red Seed was still a longevity-type being; once he unlocked his longevity lineage, he would sooner or later succeed the clan chieftain. Who would deign to compare themselves to common plebeians like them?
Before they even approached that patch of woods, "Master Jiu" let out a caw in the sky, swooped down, and landed on his shoulder.
Shang Qing, a second-rank Wolf-Qi Knight, squatted on the stone drum at the side of the lower veranda steps, continuously patting his chest to comfort himself while panting heavily. The two strands of hair hanging down before his eyes had once been a hairstyle he took great pride in and considered quite dashing. Regrettably, the fine strand on his left side had been sliced right through the middle, leaving a crooked yet neat cut that looked exceptionally jarring.