43. Sunday Falls from the Sky

"Darling, your husband would certainly never bully you, right?" Ling Tianyi said immediately.

With a furious roar, Red Beard crushed the head of the man in his hands as if he were squishing a watermelon. Filth mixed with white and red splattered all over Red Beard's body, yet he seemed entirely oblivious to it.

Li Feng scanned the pitch-black Heavy Steam City, and the sense of unease surged within him once more, leaving him restless and perturbed.

Old Yang smiled. Every time Chen Erpao arrived, he invariably showed genuine delight.

Luo Xixi was also extremely sorrowful. She desperately wanted to do something for Su Yifei on behalf of Xiaoxiao, but what Su Yifei wanted most was for Xiaoxiao to stay by his side and love each other for a lifetime—something she could neither accomplish nor replace.

Holding the metallic object in my hand, a sudden question arose in my mind. I couldn't open it; muscular men like Lei Zhenlong and Brother Bo couldn't open it either. If it contained a name list, how could Du Fan have known what was on it if he couldn't even see inside?

One could see that the hard shell on this centipede was gleaming, its legs resembling pincers, and its entire body reeked of a foul odor. It was truly worthy of being called the Centipede King.

I could no longer imagine the agony she had suffered before her death. Now she was finally liberated. May her soul rest in peace in heaven.

Over the past few days, Gongliang Dingtao had spared time from his busy schedule to repeatedly try and persuade his elder brother to help Shenghuan's father, Gongliang Dingyuan, but all his efforts had yielded nothing.

Situ Yuhang used to have exceptional self-control. Even back then, when Ye Qiu took Yun Fanghua away right in front of all the prominent families in Yanjing, he had not resorted to cursing.

Chen Yang looked at this stone tablet, stroking it carefully. He felt as though he had seen this object somewhere before, but for a moment, he couldn't quite remember where.

Hearing this, the leader of the demons let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy stone had finally dropped from his heart, and a trace of ease appeared on his face.

"We'll fight them to the death! They even hit people, let's call the police and have them arrested!" a village resident slammed the table and said. Most rural villagers were honest and simple-natured, but simplicity did not mean they would swallow insults and bear abuse.

How formidable was the Heavenly Palace Divine Flame? Within moments, Baili Feilong was burned down to nothing even resembling ashes.

Now that Zhan Qianyi knew Zhan Qiancheng was still alive, given her ruthless nature of stopping at nothing to achieve her goals, she would undoubtedly launch a frantic attack to hunt Qiancheng down and put her to death.

Putting down the note in his hand, Duan Zhengming called out toward the doorway. Now that Duan Nian had returned to the estate, the duty of guarding Duan Zhengming on a daily basis had reverted to Duan Nian.

Just then, Xie Xixi called him again. Ye Zenan originally had no intention of answering, but as she called repeatedly, his voice turned exceptionally gloomy.

However, Shen Huan and Fu Zhongqian remained uneasy and insisted that she undergo a full-body checkup the next day, only permitting her to be discharged after the doctor confirmed she was completely fine.

Directing his gaze toward the depths of the cosmos, everything became crystal clear. Every great world where life existed was specially marked out.

Lu Ping nodded, though a trace of wishful thinking still lingered in his heart. He walked over with the others and, upon inspecting the list of excellent grades, searched carefully for Beiluzhai. He soon discovered his name ranked near the bottom, with the notation: Ming Jingping, Policy Essay: Nay.

Having the groom lead out the fine steed that Qin Qiong had previously given him—said to be the offspring of his own yellow-dappled horse—he mounted the saddle and all necessary equipment and swung himself up onto its back.

For the sake of his ideals and his desire to continue fighting on the battlefields, Qin Qiong had abstained from alcohol for many days and had long been craving it. Hearing that there was medicinal wine to be had, he was overjoyed.

Yet that single word "Princess Consort" struck Murong Xuefu's heart like a heavy mallet. Nowadays, he almost never addressed her as "Princess Consort." By calling her that now, it likely meant that Jing Rong was harboring a latent anger.

This was status; this was the divide between people in feudal society; this was the Great Tang! Even in these relatively prosperous and open years of Zhenguan's fourth year, such distinctions of high and low were visible everywhere.

Feeling the silver silk net in his hand twitching incessantly, Yang Tai lifted the bluebird to eye level and spoke with a beaming smile.

Vlad's eyes widened in shock. The terrifying speed displayed by Charlotte Linlin was unlike anything she had possessed before.

Two corporals carried Ming Tian out of the cannon bay. Ming Tian bit down hard on the metal fragment in his mouth, spitting blood, his entire body trembling. He was in too much pain to scream, sweat pouring down his forehead as the whites of his eyes began to roll up.

Who still remembered that dashing and debonair Second Young Master Wang? Who still remembered that he was the County Baron of Wannian who had successfully contributed grand strategies?

At this moment, Yu Lanqing and Geng Jinlong mustered their courage. Under the protection of Liu Tuo's dragon intent, their expressions gradually returned to normal.

"I have decided not to hijack him. I will imprison his soul, hack his body into forty-nine pieces, and make him endure the ultimate seventy-seven tortures," said the heavily injured Heiri ZhaiShi, his pretty face distorted with rage and malice.

Professor Daltar was a knowledgeable and erudite alchemist, currently living in solitude in a wilderness wetland near Black Wasteland Town on the western side of the Boyang City. He had fathered a son only in his thirties, but later suffered the misfortune of losing his wife, followed by the loss of his son in his middle age. One could say he had dedicated his entire life to the alchemical research of the Muya Kingdom.

Qi Yu rolled his eyes and ruthlessly shoved Zong Bailuo out of his embrace. Could he not sense whether that Tengshe serpent had left or not? What was she waiting for—did she want to take advantage of him?

Those trees seemed to have transformed into countless malevolent ghosts, eager to drag the group down into hell, and faint, wailing sounds echoed from all directions, making one's hair stand on end.

When the goblins saw their warrior step onto the field, they waved their hands and cheered enthusiastically, shouting words of encouragement. The black-striped leopards were not to be outdone either, unleashing wild roars to rally the contestant in the arena.

As Mo Wu departed, Lu Wu stood there with a complex and shifting expression, trying to process what on earth had happened to Molan.