Volume 1, Chapter 48: If You're Bad, Practice More Instead of Just Apologizing!

Feng Gan leaned back comfortably on the sofa, crossed his legs, picked up the remote control from the side, and switched on the television.

At this moment, Flathead's capability was fully displayed. With a fierce pivot, he swung the large thigh bone horizontally to block the front. Under this impact, the thigh bone instantly shattered into fine powder.

When Murong Ru realized this embarrassing situation, she hurriedly crawled out of Jimo's embrace and gently wiped Jimo's clothes with her sleeve.

A tailored designer shirt paired with casual trousers, coupled with that piercing gaze that could make one's scalp tingle even when restrained—wasn't his aura completely out of place with the surrounding environment?

Wu Gang glanced at the anti-riot vehicle chasing fiercely from behind, resembling an untamed primordial beast.

Duanmu Dehui saw that his younger sister had stopped wailing, and it was no longer appropriate for him to speak out—besides, there was nothing worth saying in the first place! He straightened his kneeling posture and let the blows fall one by one.

"You're saying this is the name of those medicinal powders?" What kind of bizarre symbols were those? How could Ya ever think of marking them this way? From Mang's perspective, those symbols were intricate and completely devoid of any pattern; he almost felt as though all these markings were identical.

Duanmu Dezhen gave him a rather marvelous look upon hearing this, thinking, *To speak of such things to another man's wife in the courtyard of someone else's home, don't you feel something is terribly wrong?*

Unlike the sickly and listless appearance of the other three children, Murong Ru's expression remained tranquil, as if she were facing a matter of absolute insignificance.

Duanmu Dezhen's body pressed tightly against him, entangled in a knot that defied all attempts to untie. Absorbed entirely in her anger earlier, she had wanted to bind him securely, and since his nighttime sash consisted of multiple layers and was exceptionally long, it left her utterly unable to untie it.

Zhang Dong was thrown into a dizzying spin, his internal organs severely jarred and battered as a mouthful of blood surged up to his throat and spewed forth.

When Gu Shuo posed that question back then, he felt as though their brotherhood was truly coming to an end, leaving him too terrified to utter a single superfluous word.

Witnessing this scene, Liu Yuting and her mother panicked, scrambling in utter confusion to make phone calls while awaiting the arrival of the ambulance.

"The outside world..." George murmured softly, his words laden with a profound yearning—a longing so intense that his voice actually trembled slightly.

How much longer would his tolerance toward me last? Perhaps one day, should I cross his bottom line, would he too vanish from my life just like Young Master Mu?

Zhang Nan felt a stir in her heart upon hearing her uncle speak thus; recently, her uncle Zhang Zetao had indeed been neglecting her care, leaving her feeling somewhat distressed. Coincidentally, Zhang Zetao's remark made her heart feel all the more unsettled.

In the blink of an eye, the virtual space vanished, and we returned to the Ferris wheel. I was holding Yan Ruoxian in my arms, kissing her lips. Her complexion was ghastly, and I had to continue channeling energy into her mouth until she regained consciousness.

Indeed, among the grandchildren of the Gu family, the Third Young Master was not the only one difficult to deal with. Just the lineage of Gu Tingyuan comprised four children, every single one of them an elite capable of crushing him with a mere flick of a finger.

It was undoubtedly an undying lingering shadow residing within the giant corpse, which had suddenly lunged forward and nearly cost the corpse-collector his life.

Chu Han and Xiao Zexi exchanged blank stares. Clearly, they were supposed to be the hunters waiting by the tree-stump for the hare, so why had they ended up in such a wretched and disheveled state?

There was no shortage of extraordinary students; who knew what formidable figures might be lurking among them. For instance, that childish-looking one was a hidden talent, not to mention the several violent troublemakers in Wang Po's own class.

Lady Tian looked in absolute terror at A Nan before her: "My... My Lord?!" She hurriedly glanced at Li Mo, who was still kneeling on the ground, her hands beginning to tremble.

At that time, Guang Peng had been somewhat dumbfounded, never expecting that Lei Sheng was even better at concealing his abilities than he was. Yet, an innate sense of superiority still prevented Guang Peng from gaining a clear understanding of the gap between himself and Lei Sheng.

Wu Feng knew this was a special efficacy of entering the True Self Realm, capable of spontaneously repairing a damaged mind. In his heart, he forgave Wu Rong, but where exactly was Zhao太平 (Zhao Taiping) at this moment? Could he too lay aside his prejudices and forgive his own father?

Out of lingering resentment for the betrayal by the Inca faction, and upon confirming that General Manido was in no position to reinforce them, General Cidaloc personally led troops to besiege the Inca faction.

As soon as Wang Po and his companion walked over, four piercing gazes swept across them, sending a slight chill through their bodies.

Yet Jia Xu's entire life was not devoid of strategy; rather, he only ever took action when his own safety was gravely imperiled. And whenever he acted, it invariably overturned the situation, wresting victory from the jaws of defeat and ensuring his own preservation. One could not say he was anything less than formidable.

Daring not to use the cars they had arrived in, they simply sprinted relentlessly toward the end of the street. There, vehicles had been waiting for a long time.

Every time the realm of cultivation ascends to a new tier, one's strength changes completely—a true qualitative leap. Facing an enemy in the Condensation Pill stage, no matter how many low-level Human Immortal disciples there were, it would be utterly useless; they weren't even qualified to serve as cannon fodder. Relying merely on a dozen or so Qi Refining stage cultivators was no different from a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The standing of the Shu family was self-evident, and the Patriarch of the Ding family was still counting on the Shu family to uphold justice. Therefore, the Patriarch of the Ding family simply could not afford to deny the Shu family this face.

Consequently, Xu Yanlin packed her belongings, ransacked the house from top to bottom, scraped together more than thirty yuan, and fled.

She must have known full well that this was nothing more than a balance of power, with scarcely any genuine affection involved.

Yet upon opening the door and stepping inside, the interior revealed a minimalist style that was thoroughly modern and artistic.

"Director Xu, isn't this rather inappropriate?" Amanda wore a troubled expression. On a personal level, she and Yu Li enjoyed a good relationship; on a professional level, even if Yu Li had offended Xu Li, it hardly warranted resorting to something as severe as calling the police.

Under the weight of the colossal statue, Tianyan felt as though all the bones in his body had been shattered. Yet the culprit, after flicking that sleeve, didn't even spare him a glance, remaining absorbed in fondling that comb.

[Guild] Ting Shui Xi Ruo Xiao: They are far too weak, and there aren't as many of them as us. Every time, we trap them right at their respawn point—there's no excitement at all.

Li Yan looked toward Lu Minyun, whose entire body was glowing, and a skill attribute description interface instantly popped up into his field of vision.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Yu Li remained seated right where she was, too lazy to move an inch. If not for the servants standing nearby, she would have completely abandoned her decorum.

They could not afford to stray too far either. Although the Extreme Illusory Ridge seemed perfectly safe for them, having someone keep watch was still essential.

The elderly man turned and nodded toward Xinyue, who smiled back in acknowledgment. Striding hurriedly toward the exit, the moment he brushed past Xinyue, he abruptly halted, turned his head slowly, and furrowed his brows in utter disbelief, wearing an expression of complete astonishment.

However, the head teacher watched his anxious demeanor and instantly realized that he hadn't brought his homework. Looking at someone so flustered and lacking composure, how could he possibly escape the piercing eyes of the head teacher?

"Youyou has the final say!" Ming Potian declared, pulling her into an embrace as they walked over there. As long as she was happy, he was willing to go anywhere she desired.