"...When you come back, feel my waist and see if it's gotten slimmer..."

"Wait," Tang Xinyu's expression changed drastically in an instant, because he had discovered a serious problem: there were nine prominent golden light clusters on the map, and one of them seemed to be right near him.

Zhao Han let out a startled cry, and when he stared again, all he saw was a vast expanse of blue, with brilliant, multicolored marine fish swimming proudly past in the distance.

"It seems our clients are quite displeased that we didn't invite them to join the gathering," Tianxue couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"Don't pour it out! Waste is shameful. If you're going to pour it, pour it all into my stomach!" Zhao Han let out a bizarre screech and scurried back into the house.

It was now six o'clock in the evening. With the setting sun sinking low, the sky was gradually growing dim—which, for Zhen Shifeng, was the perfect opportunity to sneak into the "enemy's" camp.

With that, Zhen Shifeng dragged his fatigued body to the door, intending to go out and check the situation, only to find that the door had been set to a locked state. Under normal circumstances, closing the door when someone was inside was enough and didn't require locking it; thus, leaving the room required unlocking it first before opening—a redundant and deeply troublesome process.

"Hey, it's safe now. You guys can come in!" Ye Linghan waved to the police officers outside.

However, Freya did not harbor too much suspicion. It was inherently a bit strange for a grandmaster alchemist to be so low-profile, and having a somewhat eccentric temper was entirely forgivable; perhaps this was simply his usual way of doing things. At the same time, she silently committed Ye Linghan's words to memory—he would soon be heading to the Leiteng Academy on Capital Star.

"Let's hide here and rest, and let them kill each other off first. Who knows, by the time we come out, we might already be in the top ten." Li Jianting didn't have any better ideas either; the best strategy was to stay put and let the situation unfold.

"Pfft..." Before Bai Feng could manage to swallow the wine in his mouth, he was so startled that he spat it right out.

Sighing inwardly and glancing around the e-sports club, he felt that now was not the right time to get down to work, as no one would listen to him anyway. Rather than staying here, he might as well stroll around the campus.

Given Baal's offensive might, even with the augmentation of reinforcement techniques and magical gauntlets, it would have been impossible to shatter Zhao Hao's Golden Bell罩 defense.

Panda suddenly recalled this famous line by the great Tang dynasty poet Li Bai. Previously, he hadn't quite understood what it meant when it said "suspecting the Milky Way has fallen from the ninth heaven," but today, he finally understood.

This was only the first step. As long as Yan Yiyi agreed to meet Lin Shumin, he believed Lin Shumin would be able to diagnose whatever psychological issues Yan Yiyi was suffering from.

As for Liu Ning, Luo Jiang, and the others, expressions of astonishment appeared on their faces. Liu Minglu's operational skills went without saying—they all understood that—but for him to display such game awareness during the play was truly baffling.

After seating the three guests, Li Qing元 (Qingyuan) did not neglect the other visitors who had come with high expectations. He greeted them one by one, exchanged pleasantries before the crowd, and then turned and walked into the inner hall.

Limping along, Thomas leaned one hand on Mike's shoulder, wincing as he glared at Merlin.

Of course, considering his current predicament, coupled with the fact that the other party apparently held a vast quantity of the grain he so desperately needed, those thoughts remained strictly confined to the back of his mind.

Wang Yatong sat beside Qi Hui, serving him food and pouring him water, appearing quite attentive. Yet Qi Hui constantly worried that she harbored some hidden plot. Ah... therefore, mutual trust between husband and wife was truly more important than life itself; once trust was lost, love ceased to exist altogether.

The phone rang over and over again. Wu Chenxi originally had no intention of answering, but curiosity got the better of her—as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. With a press of her finger, she answered it anyway.

I was still standing in the woods of Pliers Mountain. Before my eyes, Lin Ruan stood with both hands covering her ears, staring blankly ahead with a dazed expression, as if she had also fallen into an illusion, while Luo Ahxiu wore the same vacant gaze.

Chen Feng and the members of the Tianwu Taekwondo Club remained silent, only looking at Wang Haifeng with an even heavier trace of pity.

This deduction of nine points also meant twenty-seven yuan, and twenty-seven yuan naturally belonged to the head teacher. Each point was worth three yuan, up to a total deduction of one hundred points. This could not help but reflect the painstaking efforts of the board members of the No. 6 Middle School to rack their brains for ways to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

Upon learning that the old master was very likely still alive, a mixture of grief and joy surged within my heart, yet I simply could not fathom why my grandfather was deliberately avoiding me.

Upon hearing this, Bai Chun was utterly astonished! But why did she speak as if she had undergone a complete personality transformation today? Who had given her the courage? Bai Chun wanted to blurt right out: Teacher, you've changed.

"What... what do you want?" The big man with the gold chain trembled violently, barely able to stand. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Lin Fan was filled with terror—this was a demon crawling straight out of hell, far too powerful.

For families with foundations like the Qi family or the Lin family, apart from instances where certain high-ranking officials needed to intervene, ordinary police officers were utterly useless. Their coming here was nothing more than a formality.

Unfortunately, early the very next morning, instead of Tang Tang, Xia Luoluo was met by a person she least expected.

Having returned after picking up the medicine, Huo Lingzhou saw that neither Mu Liying's nor the doctor's expression looked particularly good, and casting all else aside, he simply wore a cold, stern expression as he scooped Mu Liying up in his arms and carried her out.

"Are you an idiot?" Buggy straightened his cap, while Zoro nodded earnestly beside him.

Words can deceive, but a gaze never does. He remembered this exact look in her eyes—at her father's funeral, and in the hallway where they had crossed paths once again.

The Return of the Myriad Demons to their Ancestor was a demonic divine ability unleashed right after the Myriad Beast Heavenly Calamity Technique and the Myriad Soul Heaven-Melting Technique.

In her diary, Qin Ting saw bits and pieces of her own life, even complete with analyses. Based on Su Minyi's understanding of her, eight or nine out of those ten analyses were spot on. Qin Ting had no idea why Su Minyi had been investigating her.