Chapter 1122: My Fate Is Determined by Me, Not by Heaven!

Lu Yang's face was charred black, and upon hearing Meng Jingzhou shout that he could recite the immortal's quotations backward, his visage instantly turned deathly pale.

This amplified third wave of heavenly tribulation looked in every way like a rhythm meant to strike a man dead.

He had originally thought to pit Old Meng, but conversely, he had ended up pitting himself miserably as well.

"Old Lu, your uncle's a pit master!" Recalling the abnormality of the third wave of tribulation, Meng Jingzhou instantly realized he had been plotted against.

What nonsense about the Heavenly Immortal favoring Old Lu; it was clearly that Old Lu didn't—

"Very well then." The driver accepted Qiao Yunxin's suggestion, pressed down on the accelerator, and prepared to drive toward the Jinyu Building first.

This was the first annual gala she and Teng Yuanyu would spend together since their separation, a gala that held monumental significance for them.

This time, Bonnie was not merely testing wild lavender pollen; she had collected a small amount of ordinary lavender pollen to conduct a horizontal and vertical comparative analysis with the wild pollen Yang Feng brought back from Benniu Mountain.

"What? What did you say? Who are you calling a sissy? If you have the guts, say that to me one more time!" The man in red began to roll up his sleeves, carrying an aura that suggested if Tang Yeshuang dared utter it again, he would rush over to fight her to the death.

Because they were face-to-face, Yang Feng discovered Wang Menghan's cheeks were flushed red, as lovely as two Red Fuji apples, sending a sudden wave of delight through his heart. This Wang Menghan was truly a sight to behold.

Just then, one of the golden toads suddenly leaped with a forceful bound right onto the back of the other golden toad, clinging tightly behind it.

Her heart harbored a touch of fear that if the words Shaoyao spoke were true, there might be no place left for her to stand within the imperial palace in the days to come.

Su Shiman blushed, yet she remained filled with anticipation for Yang Feng's massage. Yang Feng's touch just now had been too miraculous, wondrously curing Zhou Yinghua's hidden ailment and leaving her utterly comforted. Su Shiman wished to experience it firsthand; to merely observe without trying would leave too many regrets in her heart.

Lin Xi's prestige was far too grand; even though she had rarely shown her face, her battle achievements struck awe and terror throughout the entire Spiritual Road.

She dared not mention the word 'brilliant' nor work overtime, for fear that Tang Yuchen might misunderstand. Yet she had no choice but to exert her greatest efforts, because this design was tailored specifically for Han Youjia.

I knew he was referring to the execution of this mission, and indeed, during that period, I passed through many scenarios one would only ever witness in movie plots, and I had nearly died at their hands.

Thick snow covered the earth, devoid of birds or beasts; they encountered no trouble along the way, and roughly two hours after setting out from the mountain cave, they halted atop a peak to gaze ahead.

This was already the third time he had been dazed today; as a waiter of the Huihuang Grand Hotel, he still possessed the basic discernment required of his trade.

That final word was uttered with a succession of three sighs; Cao Moran felt a powerful urge to call Zhang Xuanxia over.

Ke Yingxiong raised his hand once more to strike him, and Ke Zhenfei leapt up to flee far away, but because Yi Xuejia extended a foot to trip him, the stumbled youth crashed right back onto the sofa.

As for her relationship with the Thorne Special Training Camp, he no longer wished to investigate; the more he looked, the more it would only startle his heart, for every time he heard rumors of that mysterious organization, his jaw would nearly drop in astonishment.

The morning glow of eight or nine o'clock filtered through the glass, shining upon the modern corridor of Ling Feng and upon the two of them; they looked at each other with smiles in their eyes and brows, resembling a painting—a painting of a kind that, though thoroughly cliché, never failed to touch the human heart.

Clearly, this had been arranged by the leader; following Li Yu's reminder, she too realized that aside from grain, other provisions were of vital importance.

Once he spoke, everyone understood; behaving in such a manner as a subordinate would likely displease Xue Ru the most. If Xue Ru believed herself to be a mere ancestral tablet, a puppet, would she still come to serve as this leader?

Although we agreed it was a sham divorce when we parted ways, we did genuinely go through the legal procedures for divorce.

The people he dispatched had been following Lin Jiana continuously, but they dared not tail too closely; furthermore, during the brief span of a trip to the restroom, who could have known an accident would occur?