Volume 1, Chapter 48: The Perverted Kidnapper

Gu Xingnian forced her eyes open, her head feeling heavy and dizzy, likely due to the car crash shortly beforehand.
A mild concussion! Her stomach churned violently, and a wave of nausea surged straight up to her throat.
Her hands and feet were tightly bound, a sharp pain radiated from her right ankle, and she sat flat on the ground with her mouth sealed firmly with adhesive tape.
The room was small, though neatly kept.
Two cameras were set up nearby.
One was aimed directly at her.
The other was positioned to her left.
The camera lenses were dark and hollow, resembling two prying eyes.
A floral curtain covered a small window, letting in very little light; she could barely make out that the place resembled a farmhouse, and the occasional barking of dogs could be heard.
The air was mixed with...
Chu Yuan reached out and placed his hand on Aya's body to sense her combat strength, finally feeling completely at ease.
"I understand! I understand!" Bihe Ling'er's raven-black hair turned from black to grayish-white, and then from grayish-white to as white as silver threads.
Just as Xiao Yan hesitated about what to do, Xue Jin suddenly leaned forward and actually reached for the sash of Xiao Yan's garment.
The water was clear and translucent, emanating a sacred glow. Standing before the river, Qilong Hai felt his entire soul floating upward.
A single simple strike was enough to knock a cultivator in the late stage of the Mahayana realm directly unconscious. One could only imagine just how immensely powerful the storm within this passageway truly was.

Zeng Yun gave a wry smile, stepped forward to help Ling Changfeng up, faced the five elders, and solemnly introduced him once again.
The mere thought of having to give up Ah Shao to fulfill their happiness caused her to feel pain even when breathing. Her entire body felt as though it were being torn apart. Never had she imagined... that she had already fallen this deeply, that she held Ah Shao in such an immensely weighty regard, as if he were already an inseparable part of her own body.
Upon hearing the name Caixia, Uncle Ye's expression shifted slightly, but he immediately reverted to a submissive servant demeanor and said to the old man, "Elder Zhang, let's not bring up the past. Let me introduce you to my two apprentices." He then motioned for me and Dade to step forward and said, "Call him Grandpa Zhang."
"However, they cannot spend money that was stolen." Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that money stolen from a bank ultimately has to be returned to the bank.
And because the Dragon Emperor had personally announced this matter in the imperial court, it only highlighted the high regard in which this Snow Kingdom princess was held by the Dragon Emperor. Consequently, just as they had previously ostracized Wang Xinyu, they subjected this Snow Kingdom princess to a wave of rejection.
Zhang Pengyuan's reaction, however, caused the wealthy-looking man who called himself Wang Changtian to pause in surprise. Before he could even react, he saw Zhang Pengyuan suddenly cup his hands in a salute and say with an apologetic expression all over his face.
With a loud shout, Leng Bing's body sprang up like a launched missile, and an iceberg materialized, fiercely crashing down upon Shao Meihua. Leng Bing had unleashed the full cultivation aura of the peak third-tier Divine Martial realm.
Unlike the seventy-six-year-old Shang Rong, Bigan, holding the position of Sub-Prime Minister, was not nearly as old. Furthermore, once Shang Rong stepped down, the position of Prime Minister would become vacant, making Bigan the ideal candidate to succeed as Prime Minister.
The Crown Prince had not entered the palace for many years, yet here he appeared now. Although Chu Huan's expression remained calm, his heart was filled with astonishment. The Crown Prince sat in a wheelchair, composed and serene. When Chu Huan arrived, the prince merely glanced at him expressionlessly. On the contrary, Yingren showed a look of joy upon seeing Chu Huan, his lips parting slightly.
As long as one could tear through the opponent's protective Qi, it meant that the opponent's strength was not invincible.
Over the past century, the strength of the Rogue Cultivators Alliance had grown rapidly, becoming more than a hundred times stronger than it was at its inception. Moreover, just a short time ago, the Alliance had officially announced its existence to all factions within the Central Star Region.
Amidst several major upheavals in Chinese history, there were martial arts masters who defeated enemies using Tai Chi, such as the Tai Chi master Huang Xingxian.
The shockwave of the collision passed through skin, muscles, and bones, affecting his internal organs. Ye Fan's complexion turned earthy-gray in an instant, his two moderately thick eyebrows knitted tightly together, and the two moles near his eyes suddenly seemed a lot less distinct at that very moment.
Instantly, the blood-red light poured out like a basin of spilled blood, immediately dyeing the three ghost generals of Liu Kun crimson.
According to Qin Mengyu's account, over the past few days, the Zerg had launched fierce attacks on Beijing, and a massive number of powerful Zerg were bound to have gathered outside the city walls. Therefore, it was ill-advised to leave the city anytime soon; it was best to stay within the city for a few days until the situation improved before venturing out to acquire the treasure.

The combat process was utterly uneventful. The reasonably agile Xiatian continuously dodged the brown bear's attacks, the sharp tip of her kunai occasionally flashing with a faint fluorescent glow, allowing her to pierce the bear's tough hide and leave wound after wound.
At that very moment, however, a commotion suddenly broke out inside Xie Haidong's office on the cell phone screen.
Now, with all members of the photography club gathered, Xue Meng had ordered a wide array of dishes, and everyone ate, drank, and chatted together.
Upon arriving at school, she headed straight for the experimental building. By then it was already dusk, and Lin Zhiqui glanced up at the third floor of the experimental building, where the lights in one of the rooms were already illuminated.
Memories of innocent and naive youthful romance brought a smile to Yao Yailing's face, mixed with a hint of faint melancholy and sweetness.
His tone sounded very calm, yet everyone could hear the overflowing confidence and determination in his words.
Although Pan Qi was also quite pretty, compared to Liu Xinlei, she paled significantly by comparison.
Fortunately, an old classmate from a neighboring country helped him allocate a batch of supplies first to tide him over, successfully avoiding any disruptions.
The red ribbon in her hands moved gracefully as if imbued with life. As Qin Ziqi spun and leaped, it combined with her white tulle dress to create a series of breathtaking moments.
In a few days, he would leave the capital to travel incognito across the country, inspecting the implementation of wartime policies.
Who could have anticipated that Prince Cheng would secure several contract deals for the opposing company using just a few maneuvers at the time? Yet such a state could not be sustained indefinitely, so Dingli Group offered a high salary to hire Prince Cheng as the company's contract signatory and project manager.
Yet, Shangguan Jiannan, who had also been struck by the three bone-piercing needles, was still a mystery to Xiao Sanlang and Yin Shisan—why on earth did he insist on helping Hua Shuqi deceive them into returning to Lotus Palace?