Chapter One Hundred Forty-Two: There Are Still Immortals

She also wanted to pin the blame on the Bee Organization, so that she could sit back and watch the tigers fight from the sidelines.

At the same time, Ding Xiong felt that after suffering such humiliation, Ding Sheng would undoubtedly be consumed by agonizing fury.

"Could this be..." Ye Hao paused as a sudden wave of overwhelming sorrow washed over him. In his past life, she had done far too much for him, and he owed her far too much in return. Even now, having fallen into ruin, she still kept him in her thoughts. How foolish he had been in his previous life.

For Lin Fan, the only use of a night market was making money. Since there was no money to be made, why would a single guy like Lin Fan bother going to such a place just to watch couples being affectionate?

"Yuanchao, why are you crying? Am I... are my flowers not pretty?" He rubbed his hands in distress, terrified that Ye Hao might be unhappy.

Jin Cheng was filled with the utmost embarrassment! Yet he could not bluntly mention her pregnancy. "Ahem, ahem! As for the others, I suppose it's fine, but I'd feel rather bad imposing on you!"

We returned to the slum where Hu Qian lived, though not to find Hu Qian. I figured out how he knew that guy—he must have seen him right there in the apartment building when he came looking for Hu Qian.

However, nerve damage is a troublesome matter. Even with some recovery, it is difficult to regain previous functional levels. We must pay special attention to this in future surgeries. Stroke patients who suffer from hemiplegia are bedridden for decades precisely because of brain nerve damage! How else would hemiplegia happen?

Imperial Physician Ma had also returned from the celestial prison. Gone was his former spirited demeanor; he wore a dark expression day in and day out, and his face grew even blacker whenever he laid eyes on Jin Cheng.

This was the last monster Shen killed in the Mude Xied camp. Once it was slain, he would embark on his journey southward to that garrison situated in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River: Guangming.

Furthermore, they had tried burning them with fire, only to discover that no matter how large an expanse they managed to clear, it would be overgrown with the exact same flowers in no time at all.

Hiss, hiss. I heard that chilling sound, along with Zhang Tao's wailing. At that moment, I also saw an exquisite greeting card, and I even witnessed a playback of Zhang Tao's performance of the scene. The one who had put on a despondent expression toward his wailing teammates had actually truly acquired a piece of precious information.

Along the way, Wen Bixian kept playing with her phone, and right in front of Lin Xiaohai, she called Qian Xiaohong to announce that she had reconciled with her husband. She claimed she was currently on her way to the hospital to collect blood samples in order to prove to her father-in-law that her son was indeed his biological grandson.

"Who told you to speak?" The elite assassin ruthlessly slammed the hilt of his blade into Second Fool's nose, causing it to bleed instantly as tears and snot streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"If you do this, won't the current Xi'jing Ma family come looking for trouble with you?" Ye Bai asked.

Lin Zhixiao's home did not have a bathtub, let alone a tiled soaking tub elevated seventy or eighty centimeters high like the one in Fang Fang's house.

After applying some medicinal herbs as a simple poultice, I didn't bother with the traditional method of decocting medicine. After all, it would take too long, and I had no way to keep waiting. Besides, everyone was staring so hungrily at these meager supplies; I didn't even want to share the air with such people for another single minute.

After Hu Feng returned, she kept apologizing to me. I smiled, shook my head, and blinked. She understood that I had something to tell her, so she stepped closer and pressed her ear against my lips.

"Mu Xuefu, you..." Mu Junsheng still wanted to court trouble, but he was reined in by his attendant, who muttered a few words into his ear. Only then did he deflate, though he remained unconvinced. "Mu Xuefu, let's wait and see."

"Damn it, just a fraction of a second, and he got away again." Linglong stamped her foot in anger.

The three major Daoist sects had always been the leaders of the Daoist gate. No matter what decisions they made, the subordinate sects simply had to follow suit.

At that moment, a crimson glow ignited on Lang Qi's palm, and the roars of Stardust Dragon and Red Archfiend Dragon echoed simultaneously through the space.

Could the world of dreams really be so peaceful? Even in deep slumber, his brows remained slightly furrowed, and his hands were involuntarily clenched tight.

"What is that thing? Why do I feel such a shudder in my heart?!" a grave robber cried out with wide eyes.

At this very moment, the queens of the two scorpion factions stood face to face, glaring at each other in a stalemate, neither willing to admit defeat.

Chocolate grabbed Lang Qi firmly by the chin with both hands, leaving Lang Qi—who was bound like a traditional rice dumpling—with no possibility of resistance.

Drenched in sweat, Haruna and Kyoko glared at each other with miserable smiles. Lang Qi helplessly picked up his chopsticks, and then all three of them simultaneously grabbed food from the plates, shoved it into their mouths, and forced it down.

*Just playing around really isn't a big deal.* Qin Yan thought this to himself and was about to nod, but an ominous feeling immediately welled up in his heart.

Although the gate looked as though it could collapse at any second, the bombardment by the Lava clan warriors never ceased, nor did a single one of them retreat. They had reached a point where there was no retreat left, for right behind them lay the settlements of the four clans' residents.

Mislabeled though it was, one had to admit that for Emperor Jing'an, this was truly a beautiful misunderstanding.

Look at this—Ningning was always trailing behind the eldest brother and the cousin, while he himself followed faithfully beside Zhao'er.

The Empire's Nightmare was still clad in her alluring and seductive attire, except this time, a black uniform was draped over her shoulders, adorned with silver studs, gold tassels, and white gloves.

Yi Feishi spoke with great restraint, but if he could bring such a matter out into the open so solemnly, what on earth was the actual situation behind closed doors? To what extent had things progressed? Xie Mao simply dared not delve too deeply into it.