Chapter 36: He Is a Flirt, Yet He Protects Her

Xia Huajiao looked at Zhu Chunqing, who had stepped in to defend her, with gratitude, before turning a cold, icy gaze toward Mi Yingyan, whose face cycled between pale and flushed. "Miss Mi, you know perfectly well how you behaved with Zhong Hanlong at the company. In the six months after we started dating, you joined the firm and made a habit of forcing him to work overtime under the guise of business, bringing dinner for him and me, and aggressively inserting yourself between us."

"Every time we had a weekend date, you would inevitably call—either to have him meet a client or to invite him to an art exhibition."

Lian Yunsheng’s spirits soared. Although his wish to gain an advantage through early access to version information had fallen through, how could he pass up a free gift?

The strange snakes here had grown clever, but those elsewhere remained dull; perhaps he could harvest another batch.

The newcomer was a man in his forties, tall and rugged, with muscles like iron. It was none other than Huang Bin, the Marquis of Yichun.

Losing one or two was manageable, but if they all died here inexplicably, she would certainly be held accountable upon her return.

The Hidden Tripod Valley had strict rules: once outside the designated sparring grounds, neither side was permitted to engage in violence. Violators would be permanently stripped of their right to enter the valley.

After speaking, he lightened his footsteps and, moving like a thief, crept toward the door, pressing his ear tightly against it.

However, his body had been severed in two, and whether in terms of fusion speed or crawling speed, he was far too slow to catch up to Shang Lu.

The second piece of intelligence outlined the black market’s supply chain, which primarily operated in two areas: smuggling and contract killing—or, if one were to elaborate, potentially the fencing of stolen goods.

The large golden monkey entered within two meters of Lian Yunsheng again. Lian Yunsheng regained control over the bundle wrap and, gritting his teeth, forced the cloth that was tightly coiled around the beast’s arm to pull downward.

When Doctor Bai heard that wild wolves roamed the area at night, he visibly shuddered; however, Chen Jie’s subsequent words managed to put his mind at ease.

Ripples of spiritual power emanated from the jade sphere, and a heavy, oppressive aura radiated outward, sweeping through the entire space in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing the golden statue of Amitabha, the creatures of the Buddha Land did not hesitate; they all pressed their palms together and began to chant the name of Amitabha, regardless of their nature.

The troops of the Cooperative Standard Army were currently lined up outside the camp gate, waiting in formation, and had not clashed with the camp guards or Bao Chao’s personal soldiers.

The Liu family members looked at her with eyes like those of fierce, malevolent spirits, as if they could swallow her whole at any moment.

Yet, what puzzled Chen Ziyu most was that, according to original history, Zhu Houzhao and his sister should not have been this old. Could it be because of the butterfly effect he had caused?

The man stripped himself bare and submerged his entire body into a large wooden barrel. On a high stool beside the barrel sat several plates of dried fish and shrimp, along with a bottle of local spirits.

Instead, he grabbed a fire axe and charged straight out. His strength and speed had both been enhanced, and with his immunity to the zombie virus, even when facing ten zombies, his chances of victory remained high as long as he utilized a hit-and-run strategy.

She had thought that the time she was framed by Xue Cai, at the cost of the latter's life, and subsequently spurned by the entire world, would be the only such experience of her life.

Zeng Guofan scrutinized the man’s attire: he wore a dusty Green Standard Army uniform, straw sandals bound to his feet, and his pant legs rolled high, revealing thick, dark hair on his legs. A massive, bushy black beard covered half his face, and his eyes were wide as walnuts. He glared at his opponent as if no one else existed, clearly the sort of veteran brawler who lived for conflict.

Meng Fuge said with a look of shock; although what he said made the man’s appearance understandable, she still felt that his personality bore no resemblance to his words, nor was he like the man others perceived in their daily lives.

Luo Wusheng did not insist on helping further; instead, she took the lead and guided Fatty Ya toward the kitchen.

In the Hall of Righteousness, fine blue-and-white porcelain bowls were filled with delicious wine. The heroes drank heartily, and the atmosphere instantly became exceptionally lively.