I will teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.

With everyone around her having already surrendered, and coupled with Lin Zisheng’s God-kissed, cheat-code-level handsome face, Ye Ke’er didn’t hold out for many days before agreeing to date him.

After putting away this Daoist scripture, Mo He lifted his feet and headed down the mountain. A towering peak lay beneath him, yet the distance was infinitely shortened; in just two steps, Mo He arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Su Linghan felt uncomfortable and instinctively dodged to the side, but she could not escape his large palm.

A week later, the grand wedding took place as scheduled. On that day, everyone on the island gathered in celebration to bless their island master, and Fang Dazhi once again tasted the long-lost pleasure of sharing a bed.

When he kicked the man’s knee again with an expressionless face, the bruised and swollen youth lay panting on the table, biting his lower lip and emitting only muffled groans.

She looked at the tightly closed box door. It was so close, yet getting out of that room felt as difficult as ascending to heaven.

After successfully being tricked by his old man into revealing his primary purpose for coming to find Ye Ke’er, Zheng Yiqing managed to obtain her phone number, along with a high-sounding excuse to go visit her.

Could it be that Baili Yaorao refused to accompany him and insisted on coming a few days later because she had long anticipated that something like this would happen?

Only the three members of the Spirit Clan were deeply alarmed; they hurriedly led their people inside. Not until the rift dissipated did they turn to look at Baili Yaorao, who remained seated on the ground.

Knowing that Baili Xi was likely aware of a portion of the affairs involving that organization and Gong Wuyuan’s group, Ye Zhen did not hide anything and handed her the relevant information regarding Bo Shaohua.

"It is not convenient for me to disclose that, so you need not ask further. Just take me to see Protector Yao," Wu Wuwen said, feigning an arrogant air.

Their mechanical bodies were a last resort, as even with the Alliance’s advanced technology, they had yet to overcome the hurdle of regeneration.

Not every galaxy or planet could procure nutritional supplements in bulk; if soldiers encountered a situation where food was scarce, this at least could save their lives.

"Alright, let us go up and take a look at the scene first." Lu Yifan closed the documents in his hand and looked toward the barren mountain. Ever since the incident with Gu Yingying, he had not dared to go up there, for he was afraid of recalling the sight of her dying before his eyes.

Finally, only Dong Bai remained, holding a fluffy rabbit in her arms: "We can set off now..." The bunny was cute, had plenty of fur, and was also quite savory; it seemed she had begun to accept this setting without realizing it.

The black sword piercing his body was like a black hole, constantly devouring the flesh and blood from his frame.

To outsiders, the expeditionary force he led had achieved remarkable results. They not only helped the local Valstar immigrants but also successfully formed an alliance with the indigenous "Red Mountain Eagle" tribe, together thwarting the fierce offensive of the Silvenian colonial army. This expedition was, without a doubt, a resounding success.

His cold gaze swept over the two bodyguards, and he strode past them into the building, with Liang Fanxin hurriedly following behind.

At 5:00 AM, Zong Jinghao was awakened by the vibration of his phone. Afraid of disturbing Lin Xinyan, he moved gently out of bed and took the phone to the balcony to answer it.

Lu Yao was close friends with Xiao Qiang and immediately helped her to the backstage area, while other close friends like Zhang Chunmei and Zhang Qian naturally stepped in to help.

She could still faintly hear the man’s "chuckle" behind her, as well as the sound of his restrained, low cough.

Guan Yun nodded slightly, though she had other thoughts in her mind. She told Jiugong Miao that this was just a friend’s matter, but to his ears, it sounded as if it were her own affair. The things Yan Qing had mentioned previously and what Jiugong Miao recounted fit together perfectly, yet this brought Guan Yun no joy in solving the mystery.

Cheng Xinyan curled her lips, her fingertips tightening slightly where Situ Xiangyu held them, feeling the strength transmitted from his palm: "If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have known I was squandering such a treasure. Since it's there to be used, I might as well use it—hold on tight!" She lifted her hand and shook their clasped hands at him.

Cheng Xinyan’s eyes lowered slightly, her brow furrowed, and she suddenly sighed: "That is true. But I do not have any high-quality medicinal pills on me; all I have are ordinary ones made on a whim. I fear they won't be enough to lure it out." She spread her hands, looking at Situ Xiangyu with a plea for help in her eyes.

"Elder Ling?" Once the name was spoken by Jin, Xiao Xiang became somewhat certain that they had most likely found the wrong person.

"Another remark that awakens a dreamer!" I exclaimed aloud. This White Dragon was not lacking in emotional or intellectual intelligence; indeed, this was a question worth deep contemplation.

This scene had long since attracted the attention of those on the shore. Many people had gathered there, including merchants buying fish, and of course, the officials who managed the pier, collected taxes, and maintained order. The original fishery officials of Dahua had naturally become subordinates of the Eight Great Kings.

However, frustration aside, Zhou Xun still grimaced and followed closely behind Xie Yifan, pondering in his heart whether he should go back and ask his old man if their family really possessed a century-old ginseng. Otherwise, Brother Xie wouldn't have asked those questions for no reason.

Yu Xi looked at the door, which was kicked until it swayed precariously, first whispering "Amen" in her heart, then raising her eyes to look at the fox by the door. A tugging, indescribable feeling rose within her.

"Uncle Du, what about Yuning? How is she now?" Upon seeing that the person who arrived was Du Zhengyi, Tang Hao became agitated.

Although Chen Ji’s body had never been found, Chen Youde still erected a cenotaph for him, burying his previous clothes and hat.

Yan Tang stepped forward, her face filled with a hint of expectation and a touch of nervousness. Her question was very soft, light as a feather.

For some reason, Qin Yang always felt that the water in this pool was strange; otherwise, it wouldn't have emitted such a peculiar odor.

Liu Tian sighed. Chen Ji had just explained his own situation, and it was clear that he knew exactly what Chen Ji wanted to say.

Ling Feng smiled slightly. It was evident that An Xiao’s memory was currently stuck in the dimension of a six-year-old’s cognition; thus, her words sounded quite childish.

It was only after Li Tingting learned that Qu Yingjie was not her father that she understood the person her father loved was not her mother. Her parents were different from those of other children; although her father was kind, his relationship with her mother was not that of a husband and wife, nor was it a relationship where they slept together.