39. The Clever Little Wolf

Jiang Ruo: "..."
She rubbed her nose and climbed down from the tree with a flourish, only to nearly lose her dignity by tripping over the wild boar bones beneath her feet, almost landing squarely on her backside.
This sight made the alpha wolf, who had been rolling its eyes, feel suddenly much better. It bared its teeth, and then its body began to twitch in another round of spasms.
How embarrassing. Jiang Ruo subconsciously looked around, only to realize there was no one else here.
There was only a pack of wolves on the verge of being electrocuted.
"That I don't know. It could be out of reluctance, or perhaps to cut off all lingering thoughts and prevent future trouble! In any case, they have sent people to cause me trouble many times. To avoid them, I hid here," Han Luoxue said.
Elder Xuan continued: "Undoubtedly, this is a conspiracy by the Sun Moon Empire. During the Soul Fighting Tournament, the place is overcrowded. It’s hard enough to find a hotel, so some teams choose to leave immediately after losing."
"Hey! Stop spacing out. You’ve been guarding my door for a day and a night—is that really all you’re here for? Are you really that idle day after day?"
He obtained an address in Kanagawa Prefecture. It looked like a standalone apartment building by the sea. They agreed to talk again after 10:00 AM tomorrow and hung up.
Sister Yan Jun led us to the other side of the restaurant, seemingly intending to conduct an inquiry and investigation there.

The Sun Moon Empire, aside from the Guardians of the State, the four great Beast King-level Soul Engineer Legions, and the Royal Soul Engineer Legion, generally maintained a full strength of five hundred members for other soul engineer legions.
After all, Su Yunqing and Ling Nan only needed thousand-year soul beasts; their physical constitutions could not yet withstand ten-thousand-year ones.
Unexpectedly, after a few chimes, the music box seemed to jam, and no further sound emerged.
Luo Jing and Zhao Cheng arrived here with their elites and were dispatching people to investigate this ghost market. At the same time, they discovered the battle between the Reincarnators and the Ghost Envoys.
At these words, Ling Qingsue’s beautiful eyes fixed directly on the two of them, and it was only after a long while that she gradually calmed down.
Under the sunlight streaming through the window, the golden needle gleamed with a dazzling light, completely different from the slender silver needle taken from the bracelet earlier.
As for the Ice Dragon King, who was standing with Dragon City in the distance, a look of surprise and confusion flickered across his face as well.
Song Duanwu entered the secret chamber. In the main hall, Lang Xiaoyun and Yang Bo sat in the seats of honor, while Lang was leading Lang Qingfeng and Lang Qingyi, all of them sitting upright and solemn.
Qiao Qin’s score surged to four hundred and two, but she could no longer hold on and retreated from the space, her face pale.
Yue Niang could never have imagined that the Princess Consort would ever cook for herself—others might not know, but she was aware that although Song Haonian and his wife never held a grand ceremony, their names were properly recorded in the Imperial Jade Registry. Lily even possessed the golden seal of the Princess Consort, a legitimate noble title.

Those elderly couples who have supported each other for decades, living into their eighties or nineties—isn't that love?
Returning to the RV, everyone was ready to depart. After Brahma boarded, the vehicle began to drive toward the Fifth Mountain Region.
The people from the temple were no match for him to begin with, and with Mo Sha already in a fit of rage, it only took a few moves for him to send them to see the King of Hell.
A house fears nothing more than being left unoccupied; an empty house will fall into disrepair in less than a month. People fear nothing more than old age; when an old person’s vitality withers away, it is just like an old house—even if you go to clean it every ten days or half a month, it can never compare to a place filled with human warmth.
Yang Sheng teased. As he spoke, he also looked behind Dongfang Liuyun, where Dongfang Rou'er and her group had caught up.
This was a pursuit of the martial way; no amount of money was too much to spend. Thus, the three of them clashed, the atmosphere so fierce that everyone felt as if they were on a real battlefield.
After descending the mountain, the group fought all the way. It took fifteen days for Lan Qian and the others to forcefully traverse the eighty thousand mountains, and the medicinal effects of the Dragon-Returning Herb in his body were fully absorbed.
With every word that reached his ears, the Dragon God felt the strength of the blood-colored palm gripping his wrist grow heavier and heavier. Those golden-purple dragon scales even emitted a series of creaking sounds, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.