Volume 1, Chapter 25: Do Not Get Yourself Entangled

Upon hearing the sound, Brother Long and the others panicked. We turned to look behind us, only to see several police cars speeding toward the site. As they reached the breeding farm, more than twenty heavily armed police officers immediately swarmed out.

At the very least, he had always pampered Xiao Zitian to the heavens, while Yang Wan had spent her final years in near-total solitude.

Such a situation was extremely disadvantageous for the boys; at the tournament organizers' entrance ceremony, one could even faintly hear "boos" rising from the crowd.

Even in his delirium, he could not forget Wang Wan, could he? He narrowed his eyes and bit down lightly on her snow-white shoulder, finally venting his frustration.

I am a murderer. I am the murderer who caused Zhan Dong's death, the one who slaughtered the entire Zhan family. My head was splitting with pain, and I clawed at my hair, completely disregarding the doctor's presence.

Pei Qingyu's face was slightly swollen. Xiao Zitian frowned; Mu Yingchen had clearly put his full force into that punch. She started the car and drove toward the nearest pharmacy.

This method was often very effective, providing Sun Yifan with unexpected points of entry.

The fighter felt the same way, his face burning. In all his matches, this was the first time he had encountered such an embarrassing predicament: he couldn't land a single blow on a mere Siberian Husky for the longest time.

"Forget it, let's think of another way!" Guan Zhinuo sighed, then stared at the man.

"You two are becoming more and more sharp-tongued," Mother Zhao said, her lips pursed, unable to hide the smile spreading across her face.

"Really?" Yun Moyu felt around, but finding nothing, she placed her bag on the chair and headed toward the restroom.

Filled with longing for her sister, Lin Youran finally decided to travel to Jiangnan to see her. The most troublesome obstacle, however, was the ice-faced man beside her. What was she to do? How could she coax him into giving her the antidote and letting her go?

He had tended to these flowers personally, and now, they were in full bloom.

Ding Yi wanted to retort, but he instantly recalled the stern response he had just given the soldier.

Yet, he could not retreat, let alone flee. Once Liu Yi broke through this line, the long-planned scheme of their young master would be rendered futile. If that truly happened, he would surely suffer a fate worse than death.

Although Murong Qing maintained a composed facade, he understood perfectly well that the other party had analyzed the situation with seven or eight parts accuracy.

I ignored whatever he was saying and glanced around. It was still a square corridor, though rougher than the previous ones. The path was uneven and steeper than before. After walking about a mile, I saw a pink crystal rotating ahead.

With that, she kicked off her shoes and dove into the blankets to sleep soundly beside her sister until dawn. Only, at that moment, an anomaly was occurring at the far end of the forest.

After all, the White Dragon Divine Art was no ordinary technique; it was comparable to the Azure Dragon Divine Art, something a totem inheritor could never hope to comprehend.

"Alright, I'll stay by your side. If anything happens, you must tell me!" Jun Moli's face was etched with worry. He wondered if he had been too impatient and hurt her just now.

Jian Xi realized it in an instant. The way Jian Wei’s gaze had suddenly turned cold and sharp toward her was truly ironic.

Upon hearing this, Li Erzhu’s wife finally remembered that he had visited Niutou Mountain, and it was on the very night he returned from there that he had contracted this strange illness.

"What do you think of this?" Lei Jun asked. By saying this, he admitted that he was completely out of options.

Huang Jun watched Bao Ren without pressing further. He knew that Bao Ren’s spirit was on the verge of collapse; the fact that he still harbored such trauma after all this time spoke volumes about what he had endured back then.

"Rest assured, Phantom is always thorough. I believe he won't take on a battle he isn't certain of winning. We just need to wait here for good news!" Hearing Hua Qingqing’s words, Li Sangui felt uneasy, but he could only comfort her, and in doing so, comfort himself.

"Perhaps we should leave the city first!" Li Sangui said anxiously. He possessed no nether-stones and could not afford to stay at an inn.

However, Sixteen Night did not dodge or resist; he was struck by the petrification beam and remained completely unharmed. How could he not be astonished?

Mother Zhao shook her head. Even the most calculating men have their lapses. The pastries were delicious and the flavors perfectly balanced, yet this time, he had lost his nerve and dared not eat them. What a pity.

I walked with my head down the entire way. Having taken only half the recommended dose of painkillers, the throbbing in my head and the pain from the mole on my arm drained much of my energy. Er Pangzi and the others were also uneasy, frequently glancing back at the team behind us. This was truly walking with tigers and clearing the way for wolves.

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned. The crowd of one hundred thousand fell into total silence. Although the Tiannan region ranked toward the bottom in terms of overall strength among the five continents of the Xichu Star, the name of Qin Hao of Tiannan was thunderous to everyone’s ears.

When he turned to look at the scoreboard, he realized his results were still far from his expectations.

Old Cha moved from the perimeter toward the center, pacing the room in circles as if plowing a field, searching for any possible clues or traps. Under the sofa, inside the flowerpots, on the coat rack—he did not overlook a single detail.

They loved Yi Shuihan, that was true, but that did not stop them from also loving Chu Xinghe. Relatively speaking, Chu Xinghe’s music had a much broader audience.

His deliberately comical movement nearly made Zhang Jing laugh, but the occasion was inappropriate, so she held it back.

"Did you hear that? She called me Father King! She called me Father King! Hahaha..." Huang Taiji had never been so happy.