Chapter 32

Someone really came to pick me up. I got into an Audi sedan. I didn't see anyone else when I boarded, and the car drove us out of the city and into a villa complex near the suburbs.

The blind man was clearly stunned for a moment the instant his eye was gouged out; he hadn't expected a support player to come over and place a ward so directly.

Any cultivator who enters the ancient ruins can leave them at any time by exiting through the passages located between the ruin halls.

Mother Qi naturally showered the mistress with compliments once again, speaking until the woman was beaming with joy before she finally stopped.

Xiao Yi looked down at the intelligence reports in his hands. He felt that he must have overlooked something to make the mission so difficult, but what could it be?

For Ouke Shou, the most important thing now was how to dodge and block the injuries coming from behind him. Since the wounds on his body had already appeared, he would let them be; the most important thing was not to add any more.

The principle of Taoism is not to find joy in action, nor to find anger in inaction, but to follow the natural course and conform to one's innate nature.

Xiao Yi was embarrassed. He really didn't do any exercise; the muscles on his arms and body were a result of his path of immortality. Even if he didn't do any exercise in his daily life, he could still train his body just by being in the game.

The dragon roared, raised its claws—which were like massive mountains—and slammed them down toward the celestial being of the Qin family.

"Whip them. A hundred lashes for each person first," said Oufeling, leaning her shapely legs against the armrest of the long sofa, lying on her side while sipping tea.

"How could I? Tell me, how could I act as if I sensed nothing? Would such a Xue Yun be someone you could love?" Xue Yun took a deep breath, while Song Ruoshui, opposite him, covered her mouth and kept shaking her head, her delicate body trembling.

When the sharp knife pierced into my stomach, I didn't feel much pain, but when Old Zhang thrust his fingers into my eye sockets, I was suddenly plunged into a world of darkness, even though my heart was still beating powerfully at that moment.

Soldiers on the city walls looked up at the rain of stones in the sky, unable to suppress their excitement, and shouted one after another.

Before she could lower her hand, it suddenly went dark before her eyes. With lightning speed, the moment Qian Ruoruo opened her eyes, her back was already pressed firmly against the wall, and Jing Moxuan’s lips descended, covering her soft ones.

Zhang Yuan had been promoted by Jin Zhiyi, and now that Wang Peng had given instructions to find an arrangement for him, Jin Zhiyi naturally put a lot of effort into managing the matter.

Facing Yun Zheyue’s attack, the beautiful woman had nowhere left to retreat and could only strike back. Suddenly, two ghostly claws appeared in mid-air, intertwining with Yun Zheyue’s ice sword like two bolts of lightning.

"If you want it, give it to Brother Tie. I have no use for it anyway!" Guyu looked at the astonished crowd—was it really necessary to be so dramatic?

Watching the beautiful figure enter, a smile tugged at the corner of Xue Yun’s mouth; if one looked closely, there was a hint of secret joy and smugness in it.

The effect of the aspirin was quite significant. After two injections, the feeling of exhaustion and lethargy in Li Nan vanished instantly. After a few minutes of recovery, his spirit and vitality were quite good.

Bai Jieba was jumping around nervously. He had the thought of asking the captain, Long Meng, but Xue Xing did not approve, and the squad leader was even more opposed. The squad leader said, "I just feel it's not the right time to ask."

As soon as Su Li heard it was a call from her younger sister, Jiang Yixin, she subconsciously curled her lips and remained silent. As Jiang Yiwei’s personal assistant, having been by her side for many years, she understood her family affairs perfectly. She could not fathom how someone as perfect as Jiang Yiwei could have such a troublesome younger sister.

He understood that he had to make his heart colder—cold enough to ignore everything, cold enough to make the boy retreat in the face of difficulties.

Everyone sighed with emotion. Ten arrows, and one had to hit eight porcelain pots to get the jade pendant; wasn't this deliberately making things difficult for people? Who could do it? For a moment, no one dared to try.

By now, Jun Ninglan had clearly caught the old madam's eye. The old madam was inwardly delighted and joyous, and she kept him for lunch. Jun Ninglan did not stand on ceremony and accepted generously. During the meal, Ye Hua frequently winked at Ye Meng, giving all sorts of hints, but Ye Meng pretended not to see, coughed a few times, and simply buried his head in his food.

Han Siyou was the man Kexin loved deeply. Even if she were shameless or unscrupulous, she would not go and snatch him away.

"Chu Yun?" Wei Yefeng subconsciously looked at Lin Xiaohuan; this inadvertent movement stung her heart sharply.

Since Lin Zheng-hao took office, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he was inevitably flustered. Having easily won over half the votes in every previous election, he could not bear such a blow and wanted to confront Hua Kai time and again.

By now, the Battle of the Thousand Cities had reached its eighth day. For the past seven days, Ye Shaoxuan had been attending to his own affairs; apart from a few fools who came knocking to let him limber up his muscles, no one else had come looking for him.

Ye Yao was extremely angry at this moment. He had finally managed to win over the beauty and was just about to take the next step, but he hadn't expected to be interrupted at such a critical moment.

Xiao Long dived down to the outside of the barrier, where there were many humanoid monsters. Looking inside the barrier, Xiao Long discovered that the original massive sacrificial statue was half-destroyed. One of the wings of the Articuno statue lay shattered on the ground.

Li Lingwu looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and listened to Li Wuchang’s exceptionally resolute words. His heart felt as if it had been struck by a hammer, and he almost lost his footing. He wanted to speak to hold him back but could not find the words; it was a feeling he had never experienced before.