Chapter 51: Defending One's Own

"I don't regret it! Fu Tingxiao, don't you even think about leaving me behind!"

Subconsciously, I grabbed his arm, crashing straight into his indifferent gaze.

Seeing him like this, I was truly terrified that in the next second he might get angry, kick me out of the car, or force a divorce upon me.

If that happened, my painstakingly plotted revenge scheme would all come to nothing.

The sudden warmth on her lips brought Yu Zhiqing back to her senses. The moment she parted her lips, something slipped inside, entangling intimately with her.

The tall, heavy-set man felt as if his heart had been struck by an iron hammer, and a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.

"The Heavenly Armor Divine General, Chu Zhou has become the Heavenly Armor Divine General." Long and the others looked at Chu Zhou, who stood amidst billions of soldiers and armors, accepting the worship of legions, their hearts surging with overwhelming emotion.

She was determined to taste what kind of spiritual tea could make her usually composed and steady master lose his composure to such an extent.

Su Qi channeled his mental cultivation technique to reactivate the Blood Abyss. Sure enough, as the crimson threads crawled all over the black-gold armor, the entire armor was compressed by the blood-red threads and transformed into a single ring, falling right into Su Qi's hand.

Seeing that they had judged him to be in the wrong from start to finish without any investigation or questioning, Jiang Fuling felt this was far too biased and unfair.

Numerous human overlords gazed at the majestic figure seated upon the throne, each unable to suppress their surging excitement.

"Even lowly ants know how to cling to life, so they must value their lives as well. They knew they couldn't beat us and ran away!" Seeing that Sun Wu still looked half-convinced, Ye Tian continued with a sarcastic blow of explanation.

Zhang Ruolin watched as Kun Qiming gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the road with utmost vigilance—looking precisely like a chauffeur at the service of some veteran senior official.

"You can play the cassette tape; it contains the audio recordings of him and that Mr. Wu, as well as recordings of Mr. Wu contacting others. Although on the surface they might not reveal much, those words are clearly covert codes. Therefore, Your Majesty, this matter demands your utmost attention!" Ma Xiongjin said as he sat there.

At the same time, Keiko's other companions also joined forces to eliminate the remaining ninjas.

Damn it, could this man possibly be any more terrifying?! Had she known this fellow was so formidable, she never would have provoked him in the first place, but regret came far too late now.

After turning it over in his mind, Wang Feng finally hit upon a method: relying on his own immensely powerful defense, which was nearly impervious to damage, to trade injuries with Gongsun Long blow for blow.

Li Shihao retreated, consumed a medicinal pill, and drew out the Nine-Character Mantra, slapping it onto the black talisman he had just acquired.

"Descending upon the Divine Peak once every hundred years, only to exhaust all your efforts and end up with nothing in the end—you all spoke precisely the same way over a thousand years ago, and look at the result. Please forgive Xu for not accompanying you any further," he said, and vanished from the spot.

This sudden frown strained the wound on his eyebrow, and instantly, I collapsed flat onto the floor again, rolling around while clutching my head in agony.

Now that searching the mountains yielded no one, Captain Zhao led Chen Shuxian and a dozen criminal police officers and rushed hastily toward the Lin family estate, hoping to glean some clues.

"During times of war, everyone knows that food is the fundamental lifeline for the common people!" Zhang Debiao said, looking at Hu Hao.

The three of them got out of the car. On a gently sloping, sparsely wooded wasteland ahead, a construction crew of forty or fifty workers was busy building various wooden cabins.

Luo Fan looked at the ghostly turtle with utter disgust. The wretched thing had actually crawled back up, its two shattered turtle shells reattaching to its body. However, the gaping fissure across it remained as vast as a heavenly abyss, defying any attempts at healing.

Even though Ren Buhfan's heart was filled with endless questions, no one offered him any explanation. The military only told him not to worry, that the only thing he needed to do was follow the school delegation to the exchange conference, ensure his own safety, and nothing more.

Besides, the word "Dad" had appeared far too rarely, far too seldom, throughout the twenty-odd years of her life, so perhaps she truly hadn't cared quite that much after all.