Volume 1, Chapter 51: To Do It, or Not?

Besides, this time Jinian was frozen by Shangyue, and the reason given was so high-sounding. If Jinian doesn't step up to prove himself with his own strength,

Hearing my words, Xueqi sobbed even harder, wiping the tears from her face, her eyes miserably red.

Could I dare to go to a store in broad daylight, surrounded by countless passing strangers, to buy milk powder, diapers, and baby supplies?

What he said almost made me a bit scared. After thinking about it, I decided to just find a chance to bury it somewhere in the back courtyard.

For some reason, at this very moment, that long-dormant desire to raise a young girl into a companion began to stir within me once again.

With a crackle of electricity, Robert was struck and plummeted toward the ground. A giant reached out to grab He Chang, who spun sharply in mid-air, dodging the giant's grasp and flying off into the distance.

Officer Liu hurriedly walked over, and we followed behind him. Officer Liu glared at us and said, "What are you two doing? Stay by the door." Despite his words, Wang Erlu and I brazenly tagged along anyway.

The King of Hell covered his face, showing no intention of fighting back, just staring at me blankly. There was even a mocking glare in his eyes; I knew he was willing to let me beat him—this was all part of his bitter-flesh ruse from the very beginning.

Ever since I got to know Lin Manxi, I had rented a slightly more spacious apartment, though I still shared it with a landlord.

"Water Tower, you brought such a handful of people and dare to come looking for trouble? You must have a death wish," Fourth Uncle pointed at Water Tower and cursed.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward into a triumphant arc. Who could have imagined he would come up with such a brilliant stratagem to tear apart Xia Chan and Ruan Jingyu?

Because of this sudden and dramatic turn of events, the auction of the Golden Dragon Horn came to an abrupt halt, and no one had the heart to dwell on such matters anymore.

Amidst Han Feng's purplish, swollen complexion, Huo Siran suppressed the lingering thoughts in his heart and walked out of the Military Commission building with an icy aura enveloping his entire body.

Her chest felt as though it had been struck by something, and then a sharp pain began to spread outward from that spot.

However, when I rushed to the side of the aged master Quanhuo, I found a mocking smile on his face. Anticipating my feint, he merely took a slight step backward and effortlessly evaded my kick.

Lu Li's heart instantly sank to the bottom, his eyes flickering as he tried to deduce whether this was a coincidence or if some beast tribe had discovered that passageway.

"Alright, take advantage of the fact that they haven't noticed yet, let's pursue them right now!" the swordsman said with a smile.

"Clang!" A streak of sword light suddenly barred his path, blocking his hand and plunging straight into the Stele of the Serpent Mother.

With a crisp and resounding "slap," my blow was so fierce it nearly made the corners of his mouth bleed.

The void above An's head tore open, and another cup of Extreme Frost Dragon Saliva descended, hovering right before him.

My expression was extremely awkward. This guy clearly knew I couldn't hold my liquor yet still uttered those words; he must have done it on purpose.

Fang Bai had actually considered giving himself a rugged appearance, with well-developed muscles and an aura of pure masculinity. Yet no matter how he looked at it, it felt like self-deception, so he ultimately kept his true face—and sure enough, it looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Meanwhile, Yun Nianjin was muttering to himself inwardly once more: *Yun'er, it's not good to always keep someone else in your heart.* Although he knew Leng Lingyun felt differently about them than he did, he still couldn't help the jealousy raging inside him.

At the mention of a kiss, Xu Wanwan's body trembled slightly, and with Senior Sister Yu Mengyao landing the finishing blow, the young girl completely lost her composure.

Kude subconsciously resisted, but seeing the expectation in Mengmeng's eyes, he found himself unable to utter a refusal.

Lin Pingzhi's expression at the moment was equally serene. He guided Fang Bai into the estate, leading him through a series of winding corridors until they reached a courtyard devoid of white mourning decorations.

I figured he must have foreseen the hidden dangers lurking behind the scenes back then, which was why he created a soul space and executed such a golden cicada shell-game escape plan. The reason he gave for being unable to leave should only be a part of the whole truth.

Their once-glorious motherland had been conquered by traitors in league with northern barbarians. The emperor, along with all the imperial princes and concubines, was burned to death within the palace walls, and every noble clan was slaughtered to the last, the Shang family among them.

Though Dai Yumin was arrogant and domineering, she was not so foolish as to miss the hidden meaning behind Xia Zihua's words, and her complexion instantly turned as pale as paper.

When speaking on the phone with Qiu Wanjun, Yu Shiyang did not step back inside the dorm; instead, he lingered in the corner of the hallway. Only after hanging up did he walk back inside.

Unfortunately, Romy lacked such advanced combat awareness and experience. For a sword cultivator, the sword is life itself—while the sword lives, the person lives; if the sword is destroyed, the person dies.

With the old lady putting her foot down, Yuan Si had no choice in the matter, unwilling though she may have been. After the meal, the trio set off together, and with the prepared documentation in hand, they secured their marriage certificate at the registry office.

Yu Shiyang said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister, it's not that I'm stingy, but aside from eggs and flour, there really are no other ingredients left in the fridge."

"Since he was adopted, he's no longer your biological son. Do you two still have business here? If not, hurry up and leave, don't block the front gate," the elderly gatekeeper retorted sharply as he turned away.

Actually, Qiu Wanjun was not particularly surprised by the information Yang Xia shared. After all, it wasn't an absolute secret; anyone willing to put in a bit of effort could easily find it out. However, the fact that Yang Xia was aware of the investment ratio suggested she had long been prepared for a cooperative venture.

Having said that, Liu Yan stood up, sighed, suppressed the surging anger in her chest, and walked back toward the group of men.

In truth, this is the very difference between being educated and uneducated. Since most vehicles are equipped with self-rescue devices for escaping during emergencies, everything hinges on knowing the designated breaking points—just as large buses always mark their emergency exit window locations.

If there was anything that remained unsatisfactory, it was this: despite dispatching countless forces in every direction, they had failed to uncover even the slightest whisper of news regarding Lord Junlan.