Volume 1, Chapter 28: Ghost Messengers vs. The Demon-Slaying Bureau

Neither arrogant nor impetuous, with a very distinct personality, such a person’s words are always convincing. He decided to step away to discuss things with Hu Sanniang, but a single sentence from Tianqi nailed him to the spot. Listening to Wu Ling spout a string of foul language, Kuye did not stop her; he knew this was simply how Wu Ling let off steam.

I climbed in over the wall, and Tongtong had told me the entrance to the basement was in a corner of the room where Third Uncle used to live. This corner had originally held a bed—the very bed Third Uncle slept in while he was alive—and the entrance to the basement was hidden right beneath it.

To say she wasn't hurt at all would be a lie; after all, over this period of time, she had slowly fallen in love with this man.

"Musha, don't worry, Sanbao will be fine. You must take care of yourself; the child still needs you!" Cheng Yuhan said softly, patting Musha to comfort her.

Just as Xiang Tianci and the two factions of the Song family were about to clash, Bian Mingli, who had hurried over, wiped the sweat from his forehead caused by his sprint and said, slightly out of breath.

He accepted all the liquor I brought. I told him I was leaving Fenghuang tomorrow to return to Yongzhou, and upon hearing this, Wang Chuizi immediately opened a bottle, insisting we drink until we were dead drunk. I knew the Moutai was over fifty percent alcohol; how could I dare to drink it? How would I get back if I were drunk? I couldn't drink at all—I’d be intoxicated after just a sip.

"I know I broke her heart, and I am truly sorry!" Ying'er said, overcome with agony.

"Alright, let's talk about the situation now!" Tianqi said to Yingluo. "If you want us to find someone, at least tell us who he is and what his name is." Tianqi had no expectation that Yingluo would simply tell them where the person was or ask them to go and kidnap him.

As he was leaving, Yin Tianchou tried to grab a boxed lunch, but he was tripped by a banana peel thrown by Uncle Liu. The hard-won meal spilled all over the floor.

Watching Gu Yiran's bewildered gaze, he suddenly leaned in close, observing her pure, flawless face just inches away. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered nervously, as if she were silently teasing him.

As for the "Black Hand," ranked twentieth on the God Ranking, and Zuo Qing, ranked twenty-second, they also charged toward Xuanbing.

"My own biological son?" Qin Aofeng staggered to his feet, enunciating each word with bitterness, before grabbing a bowl from the table and smashing it heavily against the ground in a fit of rage.

This remark made everyone look at Su Mu, for they all knew his character and understood that his return now was for Fuqu and Liefeng. But faced with a situation like this, would he really step in as well?

The Li family member breathed deeply, again and again. He was now completely under Ye Hailan's control. No, didn't he have Mr. Jie? That’s right, he had sought out Mr. Jie specifically to deal with Ye Hailan, and now he needed Mr. Jie’s help.

That's right, Hosokawa Tatsuya only needed the people from the Huanghuang group to be alive; he hadn't said anything about the people from Jiugong Mountain.

Early in the morning, Zhou Yuxin woke the two children, dressed them in new clothes, and made them look beautiful.

Xiao Fan ignored her gaze, reached out a hand, and pressed it against the bruised, purplish marks on her arm, his internal energy slowly seeping through.

Netizens were incredibly expectant, not only holding high hopes for Han Banxian but also feeling hopeful for the future of domestic animated films.

"Well, then I really must thank Manager Wang." The old man tremblingly took out a string of copper coins, handed them to Manager Wang, and turned to leave.

"What about the Black Wolf Alliance?" Although I was a mole for the Black Wolf, my means of contacting the organization were held by the Koreans. I was nothing but a puppet, and I knew nothing about the Black Wolf itself.

Even after learning the fatal weakness of the Necrotic Vultures, Fengyun Wuhen still had no way to deal with them.

Never mind; these were internal matters of the Tulip family, and it didn't really have much to do with Brother Darling anyway.

Such a scene undoubtedly took Fu De by surprise, but thanks to the protection of his soft armor, he did not suffer any major injuries.

"Yes, it is a company on the verge of bankruptcy that you supported when you first graduated. Now, thanks to our massive infusion of capital and talent, it is on an upward trajectory," Uncle Fu reminded him.

The process of the blood seeping out had long since torn the thin, gaunt man's skin into shreds. As the blood flowed away, his body was left as nothing but dried flesh and sinews clinging to bone.

Xinlan whispered into Xia Yan’s ear with a mournful tone. The situation she described did indeed happen; sometimes, items at an auction would even fail to sell, though such occurrences were extremely rare.

If you fall even half a beat behind in the first stage, the gap will only grow larger later on, until, by the end, you might be left a hundred thousand miles behind.

On the second floor of the Haizhu Pavilion, Qi Yunzhai was as warm as ever, coming forward to give Peng Ying a big hug.

But the thrills of laughter—it wasn't like the beautiful, terrifying allure of the beauties of Yuchun Tower or the concubines in the Wang family's backyard.

The players were shivering, several were bleeding from gunshot wounds, and many had wet their pants as they looked at Watanabe Saburo in the center of the courtyard.

Nangong Xiu dared not be careless; he unfolded his Cloud-Hidden Shifting Steps, curving away to avoid the attacks. The Cloud-Hidden Shifting Steps were extremely agile. Before, he had been on the offensive and couldn't dodge in time, but now that he was focused purely on defense, he could barely manage to avoid such long-range strikes. The mysterious figure struck two more times, both of which were dodged by Nangong Xiu.