I can't take it anymore... My stomach hurts...

Xiao Lu must be plotting something. Ding Dan sat quietly in the conference chair with a thoughtful look, casting a lukewarm glance at the conspirator's face.

Hearing this, Wu Song felt it was extremely cruel, but when he thought of Tang Jiao'er's humiliated appearance, he felt that only this could vent his hatred. Unwilling to watch the bloody scene, he pulled Tang Niu aside.

Qin Yaoetian thought of his almighty younger brother, so he instructed Tang Huina and hurried back to get his car. Although he did not understand what his brother meant, he was too terrified to have any other choice, so he simply had to obey. Besides, given such a dangerous matter, if his brother hadn't discovered the clues, she would rather be beaten to death than confess.

Although Ciguana had now completely defeated Feng Zhigang, due to prematurely unleashing the dragon's breath within his body, the amount of stored poison he could currently release was extremely limited.

"..." Looking at Li Zhishi's innocent expression, Jinxiu, who had spent the entire afternoon thinking until she felt her brain cells were nearly exhausted, instantly felt a surge of anger. By now, how could she still not know that she had been played by the fellow in front of her once again?

"Whoosh!" The manticore joined the battle, its tail shooting a stunningly powerful blue beam of light.

Following Feng Jin's words, the customers gathered around him nodded repeatedly, clearly showing appreciation for his commercial ethics and considerate conduct toward customers.

"Just follow along, don't ask so many questions!" Jia Zhengjin smiled, leading him to a patch of woodland.

Taking advantage of this moment, Chen Zui carefully looked over Li Qinghe. Having not seen him for so long, the former young master now had a hunchback and completely gray hair, which showed that his days in prison had been far from easy.

Unexpectedly, the coincidental disappearance of a mercenary immediately triggered Feise's vigilance, and out of hesitation, he withdrew back to the Hengshan Base.

The auction venue suddenly fell silent for a long time, leaving the City Lord's Mansion's bid as the final call of the auction.

Unexpectedly, Shuying suddenly pulled her hand back, refusing to take the letter from my hand. Before I could react, the letter dropped to the ground with a "啪" sound.

For a moment, the arena was dead silent, and everyone's gazes shifted back and forth between Chiyou and Poro.

Ever since returning to Chiyou Village, Poro had been taken back to the residential area by members of the Poro tribe to rest.

This is a person's basic self-defense mechanism; everyone has their own secrets and a sense of self-protection, which is why a cultivator's sea of consciousness refuses entry to anyone at any time.

"Now you can tell me, exactly who and which forces are targeting the students of our Dongyue Divine Continent? Oh, you don't have to say it, but the end will be very miserable!" Jun Ye played with the nine-colored divine radiance in his hand and sneerly said.

"My magical treasure..." Seeing his magical treasure broken in half and destroyed, the cultivator felt like crying without tears, staring blankly at his staff snapped into two.

"Perhaps, we can only wait for Linger to wake up!" Jun Ye sighed helplessly. Linger hoped to see him break through to the Supreme Realm and become an unrivaled existence that no one could look down upon when she woke up, because even Linger was unsure how much longer she would need to awaken.

This "Zhanlu" sword was obtained by my Murong family ancestors through a fortuitous coincidence, originally meant to be passed down to the eldest legitimate son. However, Big Brother was physically weak and unsuitable for martial arts; having "Zhanlu" in his possession for years rendered it no different from a mere decoration.

In the sea of consciousness, five divine soul defense sacred imperial artifacts were deployed—four to guard the four extremes, and one to protect the physical divine soul.

Seeing Feng Qianyu both flustered and shy, Jiang Zhuofang couldn't help smiling. He took out his phone to unlock it, and countless messages flooded in. Since everyone knew they were in the laboratory and assumed they were busy, no one was waiting for a reply.

"How is it? How many casualties did each headquarters suffer? What is the current situation in the city?" Liu Yunwei asked with a knitted brow.

Accompanied by a faint sound of sword hum, the gray-robed young man's loud laughter resounded, chilling to the core, as if he felt no danger at all about being trapped inside the main hall with no way out.

From beginning to end, Jiang Zhuofang did not raise his head. An Lin retreated, wheeled in the decanted red wine, poured two glasses, and placed them in front of them. As she turned to leave, she saw a missile flying close on the screen, but she showed no panic; she merely paused to observe it out of curiosity.

The memorial ceremony lasted from early morning until noon. Countless commoners from Tongzhou City, surrounding cities, and even the capital rushed over upon hearing the news. Many brought their own joss paper, incense, and other memorial items to burn them on the spot for the wronged souls who died in Liaodong, comforting their spirits in heaven.

Meanwhile, Ning Wanwo and the other Han traitors sitting beside Li Yongfang also felt their faces burning, and unconsciously shifted outward, wanting to distance themselves from Li Yongfang.

The cockroaches standing here were, without exception, adult royal cockroaches. Only they could have survived such a catastrophe.

He vanished as if he had never existed at all, transforming from matter into energy. A brilliant light appeared before Ye Qian's eyes.

Interrupting the purple-robed figure's unfinished words with a wave of his hand and a murmur to himself, the middle-aged man in black ink-colored robes wiped the sweat mixed with fine raindrops from his forehead. He suddenly stood up, shook his head in extreme irritation, turned around, and was about to give a few instructions to the figure before him.

Wu Sheng's one eye poked like a spearhead at his throat, while his other eye poked at his chest; one eye poked at his chest, yet the other eye poked at his crotch.

After exiting the highway, the road became increasingly difficult to navigate. Fortunately, Chen Lin's vehicle was an off-road model with good power, so traveling along the rugged road posed no major problems.

On March 15th, Jiang Anyi brought his wife and children to Beitiangou, accompanied by Vice-Prefect Fang and several officials from the prefectural yamen. Meanwhile, gentry and commoners who heard the news and came to watch the commotion packed the roads of Beitiangou tightly. The bailiffs of Wufeng County were busy sweating profusely just to maintain traffic.

"If we can find this mighty being and recruit them into the Heavenly Team, wouldn't I be able to ask this mighty being for guidance on Daoist principles every single day in the future?" Daoist Ruofeng thought to himself secretly.

Zet crept stealthily into Dela's room, moved to the desk guided by the moonlight, and gently pulled open the drawer.

On one accidental occasion, he happened to run into Wu Geyun Xing and Zhao Ji's mother cursing each other in public.

The medical personnel explained that although there is liquid in this container, a person can breathe freely inside it, and she will fully recover in about ten days.