44 Chapter 44

His touch was always measured with absolute precision, bringing the soothing sensation of muscles and tendons being slowly and gently kneaded. Half-lying across his arm, Xianchi silently pondered his words.

Moreover, releasing a smuggled piglet was a grave matter. Though Brother Dao might deal leniently with him this time, could he still trust Wang Hong from the bottom of his heart? She doubted it.

His violently trembling arm wrapped around his waist as Xing Zeyue grasped the second long spear. His breathing grew heavy, and the excruciating pain in his right arm caused cold sweat to break out all over his body. Even with the prisoner of war's vitality helping to restore his physique, he still felt an extraordinary agony.

"I honestly thought I was about to lay eyes on my very first million, but it turns out I'm still short by over one hundred thousand," Song Hao sighed as well.

After reapplying the plaster for Li Shen in the afternoon, Lin Xirou was utterly exhausted. She dragged out a recliner and rested in the courtyard, soaking up the sun.

Zhou Li did not evade or refuse. Looking at the six celestial maidens before him, he seemed to vaguely perceive an elderly man not far away, nodding toward him with a look of relieved understanding.

It was said that the Cloud Pharmacy had a history of over a century, controlling a full third of the medicinal herb sources in the Great Xia.

Any existing living creature had its feeble aura and vitality so thoroughly masked that it completely escaped his perception.

The reason Wu Xiuying was made to pass out was simply because Wu Zheng did not want her to witness the unpleasant events that were about to follow.

"If our Tian family hadn't financially supported your son back then, providing him with traveling expenses and apprenticeship fees, how would he have ever gotten the chance to learn carpentry?"

Cursing herself silently as a little monster and struggling to ignore the wild fluttering of her racing heart, she pinched her own cheeks. Fortunately, though she might be lacking in other areas in this lifetime, her thick-skinned resilience had definitely been well-practiced. At least, after staring at a beauty for so long in secret, she no longer ended up blushing from head to toe.

Of course, this was limited to her visual range; a moment later, she could also study it carefully within the depths of her mind.

The desert demon wolves seemed to have lost all their patience. The leader stepped forward twice. Perhaps in its eyes, these three completely defenseless preys were already securely in their grasp, so it was not in a rush to pounce, choosing instead to close in step by step.

Tomorrow is Saturday—a few casual words drifted absentmindedly through Xu Nuo's mind. Coupled with the fact that she had just offended Tang Yichi, this was probably on account of that matter as well.

The students in the class rarely interacted with Yang Liusu. Even when some of them discovered his in-game identity, none of them chose to associate with him too much.

Wang Mu lifted the carriage window covering to gaze at the surrounding scenery, softly sighing at how remarkably beautiful the snow-covered plains truly were.

Flame used this question as a starting point. He wanted the angel to know that he was also somewhat familiar with the circumstances of the undead, and warned her not to try fabricating any pretexts to fool him, as it would be entirely useless now that he had already mastered certain intelligence.

The sorcerer did not dare to move this time. He looked extremely cautiously at the ruins; his skull-heads had already been recalled, re-entering his chest cavity.

It was just that Xu Nuo timely restrained the impulsive Yan Yao, saying with a careless expression, "Stop making a fuss for now. Rong Ting must have his reasons for doing this." Xu Nuo chose to trust Rong Ting, casually tossing a grape into her mouth and chewing it with complete ease and leisure.

Su Zangfeng sat dazed inside the car. To be honest, such moments were actually quite rare for him—a stolen moment of leisure amidst a busy life.

The Sun-Shooting Bow had already materialized, now held firmly in Yang Shu's grip. Faint silver radiance coiled around the golden bow body, and an arrow was notched against the bowstring, pointing directly at the wide-open mouth of the skull.

"This is really too extravagant. A simple, ordinary home-cooked meal would have been more than enough," Mei's father said very politely, immediately having a servant accept the gifts.

Therefore, he only asked a few symbolic questions. In truth, given his recent intensive study of the manga's plot and his familiarity with so many of Yi Lianlian's works, he was already quite well-versed in her artistic style. Ling Ran felt that she was now fully capable of taking on this role.

While Guo Suxin was happy and found everything she ate delicious, the young man Cheng Xie found his food somewhat tasteless.

"If you know what's good for you, hand the flame crystal over to Miss Wan'er. You need to recognize what kind of pathetic wretch you are!" Chen Ke said coldly.

Yet the most ridiculous part was that this matter concerned Liu Shiyin's lifelong happiness, and yet she herself had no opportunity to participate in the discussion.

And when there was nothing left to look at, realizing that the journey was soon coming to an end, she could not help turning her head to glance at Su Zangfeng, only to find him grinning foolishly at the screen in front of his seat.

That was why Yuan Chang guessed that when Feng Yuan bought array disc embryos this time, he would likely purchase at least a dozen or so.

Ghost Hand turned his head and shouted a reply, then resumed looking at Zhou Yiyang with that signature, mournful, weeping-like gloomy smile, much like a well-fed cat toying with a mouse.

It came from the Xuanwu Alliance, where someone claiming to be the Son of the Desolate Emperor was going to hold a grand gathering of geniuses within the alliance. Countless proud figures from both the mortal and ethereal realms would be in attendance, and it was rumored that even the Dragon Emperor's son of the ancient clans had received an invitation from him.

Li Youde truly had no appetite whatsoever, but seeing Chen Hui looking at him with wide, expectant eyes, he found himself nodding as if under some spell.

Standing in the doorway was Chen Hui. Her long hair hung loose and silky over her shoulders, and the moonlight made her tender, fair face pitifully pale. She was draped in a cloak, wearing only an inner garment underneath, the hem of which seemed empty and fluttering, making her appear even more slender and frail like a willow in the wind.

An Zhijie, transformed into a werewolf, was as easily provoked as ever—a single spark was enough to set him off. His eyes were bloodshot and his veins bulged, as if he were ready to charge forward at any second.