Volume 1 Chapter 48 What Is Your Guarantee

I shoved Chen Shanfeng away, causing him to stumble backward. Hearing my words, his expression changed drastically; he knew very well that he had handled this matter improperly today. Deep down, he was filled with regret for having summoned me without even notifying Hu Yong, especially now that such an incident had occurred. Therefore, he bore the responsibility, but this was no time to dwell on that—stopping me was his immediate priority.

Projecting themselves forward alone, and well aware that their situation would be precarious upon arrival, Cai Xu, while executing his own self-destructive plan, naturally did not forget to enhance the strength of his most reliable subordinates.

Jun Feiyu sat cross-legged on the ground, pressing a silk handkerchief to his lips as he coughed incessantly. His frost-cold face was utterly devoid of color, terrifyingly pale.

In fact, it was not just Lei Xiao; everyone else was also quietly keeping an eye on the Hundred-Bone Daoist. If the Hundred-Bone Daoist could mobilize people from the Evil Soul Island to hunt down Wu Yong, then even if Wu Yong escaped into the Nether Ghost Black Fog, it would be in vain.

A palm print was instantly struck across her pale, beautiful face, and bright red blood slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Naturally, he had also observed Gu Jianyi's bizarre actions and could not help harboring suspicions, which was why he had seized the opportunity to separate and temporarily escape. However, he had not expected that when fully unleashed, the Heaven and Earth Tripod would possess a might far exceeding his expectations.

"Let me go," Mirai volunteered in the command room, making the request to Captain Sakomizu. After pondering it for just a moment, Captain Sakomizu agreed.

Of course, Lindy had changed even more. By now, he would never again gaze into the scenery of the video game and marvel at Blizzard's ingenious craftsmanship like he used to; to him, this was merely a game, nothing more than a tool to complete tasks.

With Guan Xiaojun coming to the capital this time, Zhang Zhaoyang was obligated by both reason and etiquette to host him, seeing as Guan Xiaojun was the child of his benefactor.

When that dragon head poked out, its movements were furtively cautious to the extreme, exuding an indescribable and utter vulgarity.

Beating a retreat from that would be considered getting off lightly; worse still, it might be a case of escaping the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair.

Seeing his own figure expanding increasingly under the azure light of Mount Qingqiu, Xiao Ming danced about with joy, scratching his ears and raking his cheeks.

This fellow's reactions and movements were passable, but it depended on who he was being compared to. Against ordinary people, he was not bad at all, but compared to White Worm and Red Dog, he fell far too short.

However, it was not the one that had already been broken, but a newly replaced one instead. Pang Longxing originally intended to pretend he hadn't heard, but seeing his older sister's delicate hand once again reaching threateningly toward his precious ear, he sighed and lent a hand.

Zhuge Xie was broken out in a cold sweat. Before he could recover his wits, a barrage of arrows came whistling from all directions simultaneously, every single one fiercely bent on ending his life.

It was as if there were a suction force; even though she wanted to leave temporarily, she had no way out, held tightly and immovably in his grasp.

Just a single sleep chased away all of Qinya's lingering drowsiness without a trace. Qinya flipped over and got out of bed. Yesterday, a family servant had reported that they would arrive today or tomorrow. Qinya had considered many possibilities—perhaps at noon or at dusk—yet none of them included this very morning.

A chief constable of the Monster-Catching Office was not someone he would ordinarily take seriously, but this constable was clearly following the lead of this young man.

By the time she married into the Marquis of Anyuan's estate and learned that the man was actually a servant from their own household, she had found out through the Heir of Marquis Xie.

Right at that moment, Lorenzo and Dylan arrived first. Seeing the situation, Dylan could sense that Lorenzo was suffused with towering resentment and rage from head to toe. Lorenzo drew a sword, its tip sweeping horizontally with such force that it nearly collapsed the entire underground catacomb.

As for the green-scaled horned alligator, he was now blushing so fiercely that his original color was indistinguishable. At that moment, he even thought the Ancestral Dragon had grown young again, and he was dying to kowtow a few times to Hong Wanxing.