A trace of hidden pain flickered in Ye Chengzhi's eyes, though he tried desperately to conceal it so that Xia Haitong would not notice.
Meanwhile, good news poured in from the front lines. Following the capture of Shanyang Peak, Pingshun, Qingyuan, Wubu... town after town fell. The Ye army retreated in utter disarray, completely routed. Taking control of Shizibang's territory was now just a matter of time.
Just as a "ding" sound rang out, an "a" appeared abruptly in the first prize-winning window! Wang Jianhua curled his lips again, muttering under his breath about beginner's luck.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and the wide sleeves of the figure lashed directly into the air, producing a sharp "snap-clack" sound. Both Ling Yu and Zhao Dashan gasped inwardly, quickly dropping to the ground and hiding behind a pile of ruins.
Ruoyu knew there were far too many suspicious elements in the guard's words. She had no connection whatsoever with that assassin; he had no reason to use her in exchange for the antidote.
Thirteen frowned, glanced at her, and hurried away with rapid strides. Watching his retreating back, she chuckled for a moment before returning to her Suyi Pavilion. Running into Steward Cui, she hurriedly instructed him to have some extra tea prepared and sent to Leng Yanzhi's room. Seeing the bewildered look on Steward Cui's face, she laughed again.
Although Okriman had not seen the exact moment the rock beast's tail was severed, he could vaguely infer from its drastic change that it must have sustained quite severe injuries, otherwise it would not look like this.
"I know you can't directly make the decision, but you only need to help us establish a channel, or simply tell us who we should go to, and all this money will be yours," Manager Su said with a smile.
Lying on the soft bed, fireflies danced above her head like countless twinkling stars in the night sky, playfully winking at her, making it too lively to sleep. Her thoughts drifted back along with the dancing fireflies to the long-sealed memories of three years ago.
He could only submit as the swordsmen tossed him into the pool like a football, then fished him out like a drowned rat. Today he finally learned just how deeply these swordsmen, who had lived alongside him day and night for ten years, actually loathed him. Back then, the only reason these people tolerated his arrogance was likely out of regard for Chu Tao's partiality.
On Saturday night, Father Lin drank heavily, pulling Su Xing along to chat while alternating between tears and laughter. What he said lacked any real logic, but the gist of his words was still easy to understand. Father Lin could not bear the thought of Su Xing leaving and hoped he could spend the Lunar New Year in China.
Jinqing was slightly dazed, watching his familiar and unceremonious demeanor as if her room belonged to him. Remembering how he had taken her by surprise and kissed her forehead last time, a burning flush swept across Jinqing's face.
Having regained consciousness for barely a few seconds, the pilot faced the devastation of the tower, rolled his eyes, and fainted in spectacular fashion, still tightly clenching the stun baton in his mouth.
"I'm talking to you!" Zhang Hong was completely oblivious to her husband's attitude, frowning as she raised her voice a notch.
Jin Zhi was naturally willing. Glancing back at Jinqing and seeing no sign of objection, she immediately got up from the carriage and mounted the horse with Meng Jun's assistance. Meng Jun led the way, galloping forward at full speed, closely followed by Meng Bao.
"Very few people have ever forced me to use my full strength, but now I'm going all out!" Amidst the towering pillar of light and dancing electric arcs, the area around her eyes, slightly shaded by her hair, looked dim, but her pupils shone with dazzling brilliance. A coin materialized in her hand in an instant, and tens of thousands of volts of electricity gathered within her palm.
"Why are you here?" Xu Xuefeng asked, startled when the kitchen door opened again to reveal Lin Xiaoxiao.
P.S.: I'll spare you the lengthy nonsense. Hand over all your flowers, monthly votes, ratings, and collections to this deity! At the very least, we need to get onto the monthly rankings, don't we?
However, now that he was trapped inside a sealed room, where on earth could it possibly escape?
At this moment, Lu Ran was a novice at the Mist Realm First Stage, having learned the Divine Art of Compassionate Voice. After testing it out just now, the results were indeed quite impressive.
Starting from the West City Gate, more than twenty paths marked by torches stretched outward like fiery serpents, crawling into the boundless wilderness and desolate hills.
Although Chen Yuanqing wanted to keep him for a few more days to let him rest properly, alas, everyone was like a wound-up spring, and even Chen Yuanqing could not make the decision on this matter.
Yet he could only manage a single needle; attempting two would be out of the question, because the greater the exertion, the longer the recovery time.
It was a very rustic village. While there were quite a few vendors along the street, their business was primarily catered to the disciples of the Blade Manor.
The majesty of the God of War Palace was inviolable. At this very moment, they did not dare to doubt the accuracy of the God of War Palace's words in the slightest.
Communications, information technology, and biotechnology—every sector of advanced high technology carried the shadow of new hope.
"To think there really are shameless scoundrels devoid of human ethics, with neither respect for father nor ruler, who use scandalous matters to poke at people's scars." Yin Yi tugged at Zhang Yuan's sleeve to comfort him.
Even an existence at the Opening Aperture Realm couldn't withstand this blow; even if you have a trump card, what could you possibly use to block it?
Sakura Jiugong took back her previous words. The term "human aphrodisiac" was no longer sufficient to describe him; the infamous urban legend, the [Kyoto Succubus], was probably no match for this.
Taking Ling Baolu from the police officer, Ling Xi's first action was to check her pulse. Upon feeling her pulse, Ling Xi frowned, immediately abandoning the original plan to press down on her stomach to force the water out.
Jiang Wanyin glanced briefly at the photo. Her arm was pressed very close to Chen Ge's, and the bracelets—one blue and one red—looked remarkably well-matched.
Seeing the enemies suddenly dispatch so many death-defying loyalists back then, Zhang Heng had felt a wave of panic inside as well.
Holding the navigation device, Lin Xiao checked the bridge marked as under construction on the map and calculated the time; it should be about ready.
Therefore, he had to exhaust every possible means to lay the groundwork in advance, offering Xu Junjun gentle guidance to keep him from getting too carried away.
Could it be that she truly had nowhere left to go, and could only slink off like a rat to fly to Great Britain and throw herself upon her mother's mercy?!
Wuling, who had been teasing Tian'er, paused blankly for a fraction of a second. In truth, Yulu had explained all these logic points to her before, but the mere thought of what He Yifeng had done made it impossible for her to let him touch Tian'er.
Yulu was slightly shocked. She had kept this matter hidden from Yi Qiling, deliberately dodging it ever since she woke up precisely to avoid any questioning from her, yet she never expected that Yi Qiling understood the situation better than anyone else in her heart.
Having endured three years of torment and wandered everywhere with Tantuan, she was only taken back by her biological parents in the fourth year.
As soon as Department Chief Lan's voice trailed off, the car immediately pulled out of the municipal committee compound and headed toward the "Heaven on Earth" nightclub mentioned by Department Chief Lan.