Chapter 122: Shooting, and Watching a Beauty’s Joke

"No wonder you're at the shooting range at this hour."
Fu Zheng let out a scoffing laugh. "I thought you came for my sake, but it turns out you're just here to keep a beauty company."
"That’s where you’re wrong."
Yang Yong gave an awkward laugh. "I did come for a beauty, but not the one you're thinking of. You’re the division commander’s favorite son-in-law; I know my place and wouldn't dare get in his way."
"Heh, you've got quite the wandering eye, don't you?"
Fu Zheng watched as Yuan Yufei and Wang Xiuying interacted. They had known each other for nearly a decade; was there anything about Wang Xiuying that she didn't already know?
A beast that had yet to fully perish lay gasping on the ground, blood gushing from its wounds and continuously drenching the soil, which was already completely saturated.
"Merely stepping into this place was enough to injure me. I can control the influence of negative emotions, but why can I not withstand this murderous intent?" Shangguan Xiaoyao frowned. Even with the soul power of a second-tier Emperor Realm protecting his body, he still suffered from the killing intent radiating from the dragon horns.
"Her intentions are quite obvious, aren't they?" Meng Qingzhi said with a mournful face. It seemed the Ancestral Grandmother of the Ling River had a penchant for "beauty."

The captain was only halfway through his sentence when a sharp gunshot echoed over the intercom, followed by his scream, which cut off abruptly.
At this, not only did the Ice Dragon Saint understand, but Ghost Modie and Ao Baimu, who had just regained their senses, realized what had happened as well.
It’s no exaggeration to say that there are at least a hundred online novelists earning over a million a year, if not more.
Although they were once Ancestral Witches, they were no longer the original thirteen, and it was impossible for them to directly restore their former strength.
In truth, they had already checked their own injuries; there was nothing serious, and they would be fine after finding a place to rest and recover.
However, he now wore an inscrutable expression, acting as if he knew everything yet chose to say nothing.
Fang Hua suddenly realized that if they had chosen to look on coldly and ignore John’s situation, they might have already been reunited with their families by now. At the thought of this, Fang Hua felt a headache coming on. What a mess this had turned into.
Since it wasn't the work of Emperor Wu Yu, the culprit must be someone who knew the whereabouts of the million wandering souls.
But these words were like scratching an itch through a boot to Ye Mengge; she didn't care at all, for she had a powerful father and brother.
After Konstantin Antonov, Sergei Izotov, and the other former Soviet experts arrived at the Huateng Industrial Group, Zhang Qihang led everyone on a tour of the group’s R&D center to put their minds at ease—and, of course, to show off the company's hardware capabilities to the Russians.

This guy was clearly conflicted about me; he didn't even harbor any extreme murderous intent toward me.
"Potato sprouts can be eaten too, but only in small amounts. They are even more toxic than the mature plant—dare you try?" Saina stood up, pointing at the potato sprouts, and righteously tried to persuade Bai to "join forces" with her.
That day, he had taken so many floggings, yet he hadn't made a sound. No roars or cries of indignant rage were heard from the room.
In particular, the "Heavenly Dao Rankings" that had been written caused every martial arts powerhouse in the world to risk everything.
"Boss, why did you put them away? We haven't even checked their stats yet!" Yiye Qinghe tried to get Wen Yan to agree, just as she had done before.
Chi Shu kept his gaze fixed on the Demon Lord; he didn't believe the Demon Lord hadn't seen him—he was simply choosing to turn a blind eye.
Otherwise, no one would have dared to risk the execution of their entire clan to forcibly collect taxes, nor could it have been kept hidden for so long.
Since ancient times, palace banquets have been an important channel for marriage alliances and cooperation among the nobility. Even now, with the influence of the nobility weakened in many respects, this tradition continues to this day.