Chapter 67: Do You Hate Me So Much? Misunderstanding Sister Wu?

Not receiving any response from the man, Jiang Liwu felt puzzled. Knowing Shang Tingyan's usual wolfish and beastly nature, she knew that even the slightest initiative on her part would normally make him eager to devour her entirely, chewing her to pieces and swallowing her down without a trace.

Jiang Liwu's obsidian-like eyes gradually regained their clarity. Realizing something, a flash of panic crossed her deep gaze, and in the next second, she violently pushed him away.

Caught off guard, Shang Tingyan stumbled back a few steps, and the tender, ambiguous atmosphere between them shattered instantly.

I got out of the car to check, but found nothing at all. I even inspected all around the vehicle, and there was not a single trace of blood. I felt extremely depressed; what kind of situation was this? I clearly remembered hitting someone, yet nothing could be found.

The man looked at me, then glanced at Yuan Ling beside me, still somewhat incredulous. In his view, the owner of this shop should have been an old man in his fifties or sixties.

The tightly closed door completely shut out the probing gazes from the outside. The ordinary-looking wooden house possessed surprisingly good soundproofing; with the rustle of fallen leaves and the blowing wind in the courtyard, not a single sound from inside could be heard.

With that, she lowered her head and sobbed softly, cleverly masking the hatred and murderous intent in her eyes. Without looking up at the man's expression, she half-knelt on the ground, projecting a frail and delicate appearance.

Zhong Yan excitedly planted several kisses on Zhang Yang's face, while Yan Jiagie let out a crisp "muah," leaving a large, exaggerated kiss mark.

What was the meaning of the latter phrases? Asking "by what path did you scale the mountain" was a way of inquiring about one's parents; asking "how many kowtows did you make upon entering the mortal realm," connected to the previous line, meant that since he did not know his exact birth horoscope, he had to inquire about his fundamental destiny.

I only saw a figure flash ahead. Knowing that the person who attacked the nurse was most likely Zhao Donglin, I strode forward in pursuit.

As the three of them hurried along, Ye Tianfeng once again asked for the details of the mission that Shan Hu and Ming Zai had previously told him they were undertaking in South America.

"Zhong Yan, you explain it to her; with her thick skull, it won't work without an explanation." Although everyone's mood seemed quite dejected, Lin Wan'er still couldn't hold back a chuckle, largely because Yan Jiagie was simply too amusing to ignore.

Ye Feng's phone received a text message sent by Mike Wang: "Big Brother Ye, the computer you used this time works wonderfully. I have already successfully infiltrated the Moonlight Hotel's security system through their own network. If anyone tries to hack into the security system, I will know immediately, and I guarantee I'll lock the door to beat the dog."

Then, black silhouettes slowly emerged from beneath the dark fog. These were heavily scaled black-armored knights, the biggest difference being the horses they rode.

"Alright, let's treat it as play-acting. Can you forgive me just this once?" Wang Ning's voice carried a hint of entreaty.

After walking for nearly an hour, they suddenly heard the sound of rushing water, turbulent and roaring.

"Zijing, do not rush to answer me just yet!" Zhao Feng smiled faintly, though that smile seemed to carry a profound and enigmatic meaning.

At this very moment, Qin Zheng was standing at the entrance of the Light of Everlasting Night, watching Ma Qianqian's figure disappear into the distant horizon.

Bai Jingli, with his hair and beard as white as snow, had glistening tears shining in his eyes at that moment, as if he were reminiscing about an unforgettable past.

"Really?" Dalang's face lit up with joy, his eyes brightening, only to dim again as he shifted slightly to the side. "You won't give me chicken drumsticks anymore from now on, right?" Like a sulking child, he turned his body away and refused to look at Wang Ning.

"What? You and Master Zhongjing are actually fellow disciples?" Zhao Feng was even more astonished. To think that Hua Tuo also studied under Zhang Bozu truly exceeded his expectations.

A surge of rage instantly ignited within it, and just as it was about to let out a roar, it caught sight of those torch-like eyes. In the next instant, the silver-spotted leopard became completely paralyzed, instantly realizing that this was yet another existence it could not afford to provoke! Following that, its body involuntarily relaxed.