Volume 1, Chapter 61: Xie Zheng's Secret Exposed, Utter Social Death!

Although my grades improved slightly through continuous effort, it was still not enough in the eyes of my parents. After all, how brilliant my past had been. My parents had set a baseline for me to at least get into a tier-two university, but in the end, I failed the entrance examination.

Although this old witch Yin did not cook on weekdays, nor did she wash Yin Tangmi's clothes or anything of the sort, the bedding on her bed was always neat and very clean.

Even though the True Form of the Western Heaven War Emperor had not descended in person, no one would believe that it was out of fear.

Lin Fan also listened intently, filled with boundless curiosity. The rewards within the Desolate Prison were already endlessly fascinating to him, so as the headquarters of all branch prisons, it must be even more generous with its offerings.

After Xuanyuan Hong laid Xuanyuan Han onto the bed and the rest of the family had all returned, the house grew quiet once again.

I said, "I asked you to come and scare that bastard, why the hell are you scaring me?" I was truly at my wit's end! I had waited for a ghost for so long, only to find this slow-witted spirit standing right behind me.

Later on, Aunt Liu simply moved into Xuanyuan Han's room to live. She would hold him in her arms as she slept, refusing to believe he could still sneak out.

Just as Xie Lang's voice fell, a bullet mercilessly pierced through the opponent's head, cutting his words off abruptly.

Clearly, this so-called master of the "Three Days" did not know the true identity of the only human being before him.

"Number Five, I am not going anywhere else; I am going to that mountain village." Zhu Yanping was also a woman of character. Once she made up her mind about something, she would not easily change it.

Before using a product, one must naturally give it all-round packaging, and he could still afford this bit of money. A man's need for face—the concept of pride deeply rooted in the citizens of the Celestial Empire—has always been pursued with such disregard for cost.

Bang! The heart trembled once again. Two million was enough to buy a house for his own father and mother; with their standard of living, living in peace and stability for a few years would not be a problem. He didn't even know if he could ever earn two million in his entire lifetime.

"Yes, but also no." President Feng kept them in suspense again. "Because this piece of news is indeed related to the Ends of the Earth, and related to the borders. However, it's not the ocean, but this." As he spoke, President Feng raised a finger and pointed upward.

"Lord Hector, something terrible has happened!" It was that same adjutant with bad luck written all over his forehead who burst into Hector's room.

And while the fatty wanted to say something more, the moment he caught Yang Ming's gaze, all his bluster vanished instantly, for he discovered that the aura emanating from those eyes seemed to freeze his soul in a fraction of a second.

Yang Ming immediately felt a lot more relaxed. It wasn't that he was afraid of Fang Long causing trouble, but rather that avoiding trouble whenever possible was always the best course. Now that the other party's attitude was quite good, he naturally felt pleased.

However, deep down, the faint sense of anxiety and sorrow stirred by the sight of those two embracing and kissing lingered stubbornly, refusing to dissipate.

Ever since she mentioned wanting Chinese food, An Qijing had driven her straight to this restaurant and even led her directly into a private dining room.

Halfway along the road, I happened to encounter an old Tauren herb merchant and bought all his herbs.

In the middle of the pillars were concrete steps leading up the mountain, while on both sides of the steps lay neat and uniform rows of graves.

After Cha Chi left, Qin Mobao happily lay on the bed, a sincere smile blooming across his dark face.

Bidding farewell to the students of Nanming and the compatriots who had shared life and death in the mist, Ling Qingyun, alongside Yuan Modi, Master Pufa, Yue Feng, Lei Jingtian, Meng Yan, and numerous Linghua-realm powerhouses, embarked on a crusade. Cutting through the mist and slaughtering the monsters that attacked along the way, a landscape resembling hell unfolded before their eyes.

Hearing about the meat, the rabbit's spirits revived as if from the ashes, and its plump body suddenly pulsed with vitality.

"Ling'er, stop messing around!" Mu Shilin scolded upon hearing her words, though he did not particularly understand the extent of Qin Mobao's abilities.

Lin Nannan walked back in anger, ignoring Ye Zhuo, who had gone way too far today. Ye Zhuo slammed his hand fiercely against the steering wheel, suppressing the anger burning in his heart. He rolled up the car windows, abruptly started the car, and drove forward, while Lin Nannan stubbornly walked along the roadside.

It was normal for him to be angry since she hadn't consulted him and had acted on her own accord. Sitting upright with a solemn expression, Lin Nannan didn't dare look at him anymore, holding her breath so completely that she didn't even dare make a sound. The air seemed to freeze all of a sudden, and the air pressure inside the car plummeted instantly to a suffocating degree.

Li Wan ignored her, instead sucking toward that patch of nothingness. Before long, the void vanished entirely, revealing a gray, hazy mist where vision could pierce no further—truly bizarre.

Immortal Xuanyu was even more enraged, her fair body trembling with fury, yet she dared not utter another word, knowing that if Chu Feiying were to kill her, she would have nowhere to seek justice.

To take a step back, even if she had acted excessively, so what? He had promised to take good care of her, and in the corporate world, there was no such thing as fairness.

"President Yang, does it still hurt?" Zhang Qing asked only after the lawyer had left, her caring eyes fixed tightly on Yang Ye's face.

The chill in Luo Long's eyes gradually receded. He released Jackson from the court, and at the same time, the system's mission notification arrived right on schedule.

Finally, with a loud explosion echoing from deep within Bai Mo's body, the eighty-first acupoint was completely blasted open.

The mastery level of Jordan's signature skill in the system had increased to 30%, which was a milestone achievement. From then on, Luo Long could truly claim to possess the three-point shooting ability of Jordan during his prime mid-career years.