Chapter 45

Now, seeing such an eye-catching video, everyone became interested and clicked into the page to watch.

Looking at that crumbling sign, resembling an illegal massage parlor in some nineties village, he had to summon eighteen layers of courage just to point it out to Yue Linghan.

Unexpectedly, after I sent this worry to Ah Biao, his reply was even more unexpected.

Having said this, he made a phone call, changed his clothes, and hurried personally to the Security Bureau.

Hearing Bing Chen's conjecture, Yuan Ming did not feel the slightest bit of surprise, for he had long guessed that Xue Ning had probably already informed these people of their situation long ago. Otherwise, they would not have mobilized such a grand and uniform presence simply because Yuan Ming brought along two casual companions.

Watching the rotating eight-sided giant mirror without seeing it launch another attack, Han Qianyu was somewhat baffled. Gradually, Han Qianyu felt the temperature within the formation drop significantly. Furthermore, his left arm was no longer as numb as before, but was gradually regaining sensation.

Cang Hai had no other choice and stayed for a little longer. Then, seeing that they were no longer moving, he tiptoed out of the room and returned to his own quarters to sleep.

Such an electric current caused no sense of incongruity within his own body, nor did it bring any feeling of being struck or paralyzed by electricity—it was truly miraculous.

"Ah, no, no, no, I have time, I can accompany you to dinner at the restaurant," Ji Yuyou hurriedly agreed.

The commercial district clearly could not be held; continuing to fight would only result in the annihilation of the entire force here. Yet if they died, the survivors in the administrative center would be finished as well.

She was just about to say that the two children were already fast asleep, and being young and ignorant, they would have no memory of it, so it would be completely fine in front of them.

It wasn't until nine-thirty in the evening, at Zhou Ling's greeting, that Hai Run smilingly got up to rest. Fang Chaoyang took a shower, put on Hai Run's pajamas, and returned to his room to rest.

At the very moment the shed collapsed, the man used his own body to protect her. The man was struck by the falling timber, while she remained completely unharmed.

The Immortal Palace's hunting party wove a massive net across the vast Dongling Wilderness, closing in on Qin Feng.

Overcome by uncontrollable and intense emotion, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and bit fiercely into the shoulder of Emperor Mumu Xuan.

However, because the gap in strength between him and Master Xie was negligible, neither could defeat the other, and furthermore, none of his subordinate brothers could defeat Master Xie's disciples.

The members who had specifically traveled to Europe to cheer and show support for Bai Yanxi screamed out loud.

Qin Feng merely sneered at Cao Hualong's petty scheming; he had no intention whatsoever of defending himself.

"Brother Hai, Brother Hai, you are number one, don't be upset, don't be upset," Shang Yong hurriedly flattered with a smile, regretting having mentioned anything about straining one's eyes—impatient people were simply unsuited to practicing this.

In just that fleeting moment, Bai Yujing had already opened his eyes, making it clear to everyone that they had lost their last chance; any hesitation now was nothing more than a final, futile struggle.

To be able to travel freely throughout the entire empire—just thinking about it felt wonderful, and Lei Dachui suddenly felt a deep sense of goodwill toward this Emperor.

As she spoke, without making any exaggerated movements, she snapped the necks of those two spirit illusionists, who then rolled their eyes and died beyond any hope of resurrection.

With a wave of her hand, a pair of silvery boots and a threadbare booklet with yellowed pages appeared in her palm.

Although Lord Liu understood this was merely Shanhu's means of winning people over, deep down he remained extremely dissatisfied; clutching his bundle, he hurried to catch up.

Ji Weiwei knew what Mu Qingsu was worried about, so she did not object; however, her own concern was that she might delay Mu Qingsu's work.

Seeing that the person entering was Lu Changfeng, Li Yunhao smiled and asked, "Changfeng, has something happened?" Had there not been something vital he needed to report, Lu Changfeng would never have spoken up so easily.

What an insidious man! His expression—his expression was just like a cat watching a dying mouse struggle in vain, bearing an expression of detached yet cruel contempt.

"Enough! Hearing her name come from your mouth is the greatest insult to Bing'er." Huo Jingran was furious. Although he reined in the force of his punches, a few strikes were still enough to knock the man unconscious. Huo Jingran kicked him twice more, found it uninteresting, and turned to leave.

Professor Jin smiled bitterly inwardly; how on earth had his own birthday banquet evolved into a battlefield? Despite the bitter smile within, he wore a welcoming smile on the surface.

Hearing the woman destined to be his Princess Consort declare that she did not love him—though expected, it was still somewhat unexpected! Hidden in the shadows, Li Mo could not help but frown.

This was practically a surveillance monitor, albeit without images, capable only of displaying the respective locations of everyone present.

An old man, seemingly around a hundred years old, appeared to possess not a shred of cultivation, clearly exhibiting the realm of returning to the natural and unadorned.

"Patriarch Chen should not jump to conclusions too hastily. There is bound to be a reason for this, and I, Liu, will certainly provide Patriarch Chen with a satisfactory explanation!" Liu Chenyang stated courteously.

The guardian spirits of that place all flew toward Fenghe City as if responding to some kind of summon.

Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, Zhang Yuyun opposite him let out a cold snort. With a sweep of his left arm, he caught the old man's incoming punch, making no effort to block rigidly; instead, his arm unwound like a rope, guiding the enemy's punching force forward while he spun his body, bringing his right elbow up from underneath to strike directly at Lishan Laoren's vulnerable ribs.

At least one-third of the commoners infected with the plague and tormented by illness were driven nearly mad. Packages, dry flatbreads, water skins... anything they could lay their hands on, they hurled indiscriminately toward Xue Er.