Chapter 38

"Heh, looking for Su Mancheng? Even if you found the Heavenly King himself, he couldn't save you." At that moment, Chu Tian behind me suddenly roared and raised his hand to strike at my face.

I listened quietly without responding, walking slowly toward the intersection with him, lost in my own thoughts.

Guan He was coming over specifically to retrieve this item; if I took it first, she would certainly find out.

"Understood. I'll go inform the brothers then. You won't be coming in this afternoon, Boss?" Winter Melon asked.

I held her, listening to her soft, gentle breathing. Her warm, delicate body felt light and soft in my arms.

Did she unintentionally take Zhongli Yi's place? He had promised to treat her well just last night, yet today, Zhongli Yi had returned to the country! Was he feeling so anxious simply because he didn't know how to break the news to her?

A gentle, motherly smile graced An Nuan's face. Without giving Xiao Xiruo time to ask further questions, she looked toward the distance, where Han Yize's car was already parked.

The Ghost King looked up at me, somewhat puzzled. Was I really going to ask it like this? Without any proper protocol?

I thought to myself, the mosquitoes in the reed marsh are measured by the pound; is Xiao Tianbing really not afraid?

A robber might do anything in a moment of impulse. Ma Juncai dared not confront him head-on; money could be earned again, but if one's life was gone, everything was truly lost.

After finishing the last dish, the servant carried it to the front. He Yuzhu took off his apron, straightened his clothes, washed his hands, and then emerged from the kitchen.

"Hua'er, Yin Li offended Mr. Chen's friend. It is only natural for Mr. Chen to seek revenge for his friend."

Especially during the New Year, many brothers who hadn't taken leave in years returned to visit their families. As the deputy battalion commander, he certainly couldn't get away.

If Yue Jiming sent her a gift, Qi Tang might have been somewhat mentally prepared; after all, that man had previously stated he wanted to pursue her.

It was slightly longer and narrower than an ordinary kitchen knife, with a nearly flat tip. Even worse, the surface was pitted and uneven, pitch-black and unremarkable.

Tang Sanzang imprinted this strand of his split soul and stored it within his spiritual platform. In an instant, a close connection formed between him and the monkey, allowing their minds to communicate.

While speaking, Misu had already put on her helmet, swung her long leg over the bike, and started the electric ignition.

The miserable scene couldn't help but surface in his mind: the boy with both hands completely ruined, enduring excruciating pain, crawling with all his might toward his beloved brother, leaving a trail of bloodstains behind. The boy, not yet of age, sobbed heart-wrenchingly, calling his brother’s full name for the first time.

Under the golden light, the pitch-black cat gradually vanished, replaced by a tall and formidable figure.

However, compared to the Sword Demon’s tower-dive solo kill, this one required even less technical skill.

But this tactic had been used once; by the next time, the aggregate had already evolved corresponding defensive tissues. Dark energy would still have an effect, but it would not be significant.

It wasn't just Zhou Yaoguang whose perception of his opponent's combat power was refreshed; Ancestor Chiyuan felt the same, though he had lost count of how many times his expectations had been shattered.

Han Tong’s remark was quite vicious. He meant simply that Han Ming was sharp-tongued and shameless, with a face thicker than a city wall, and that he lacked any real substance or intellect.

Chao Fan stared at Arctos, and after downing half a bottle of red wine in one go, the smile on his face grew even more intense.

Seeing Yan Shi being so sluggish, Li Fei, who was always efficient, could no longer stand it and began to complain.

The security guard seemed not to have expected such a massive backlash and could only hide in the guard room, locking the door from the inside.

The Yellow Bird shrieked, repeatedly diving from high above, trying to peck at the Kui Ox’s eyes, but each time, it was forced back by the thunderous roar emitted by the beast.

Turning back, she looked at Xiao Yi, who was getting up, and couldn't help but smile. It was only last night, in the dead of silence.

Although he was still in a bad mood, he remained composed on the surface. He was a smart man who understood when to vent and when to restrain himself.

However, Alina and the Headless Horseman were quite reliable when it came to serious tasks. After their night-long pursuit, none of the fleeing soldiers escaped. If these people were to return, they would be a threat to White Stone Village, so they had to die.

I looked up at him; his demeanor was so nonchalant. I smiled—this boy was just like that, and his words shouldn't be taken too seriously, or one would surely end up hurt, just like Yin-Yin.

She was instantly enraged, her face flushing red, but she exerted force to pull back. However, his hands were like two iron clamps, gripping her so tightly that she couldn't move at all.

In the evening, Wu Mei returned from the internet cafe, looking very happy. Everyone was surprised, as they hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time.

Exhausted, she walked to the bedside, not even wanting to change out of her damp dress. She lay down quietly, and the scenes from that day surfaced in her mind once again.

What kind of test that would be, Ling Ye couldn't say for sure, because such a test was, in fact, a very grave topic for her.

Di Qing bowed his head and said, "Yes." He was breaking out in a cold sweat, and only after Emperor Renzong of Song left did he finally exhale in relief.

Hu Sanyuan nodded, lit the fuse on the fireball, and pulled Zhang Ren to a spot of cover. Suddenly, the fireball exploded, carving a deep crater into the ground and causing the very desert to tremble.

"The Immortal Master is probably reflecting on himself. Why don't you go find him to play?" Chu Jian tore off a chicken leg and took a bite.

An Xin reflected inwardly that she shouldn't have come to the Hua family, nor should she have made such assumptions. She had only thought of befriending Hua Tianqi to gain an extra layer of protection for the Hua family, failing to foresee that it would cause so many complications and nearly ruin the main mission.

Relatively speaking, however, Xu Tong fared better and still had a shred of ability to fight back. Xu Zhi’s performance was abysmal; much like the Azure Emperor before him, he had exhausted all his divine powers and authority without creating even the slightest ripple. Mao Chong hadn't even deigned to look at him directly.