Chapter 43
During this period, Chen Junwei had been accompanying several elderly gentlemen in the courtyard, keeping a close watch on the changes in the international situation.
Yet this was not an uncommon occurrence for many; it was merely a coincidence for the two brothers, and unlikely to be the reason. First, it was naturally what she had just asked; second, since the boss was unsure of the matter, why did he rush to act? This was not his usual style.
As he spoke, he suddenly turned to look at me, his gaze fierce. I met his eyes calmly, saying nothing, neither avoiding nor yielding.
She smiled, as though reminiscing, her beauty peerless yet tinged with melancholy.
The berserk lion warrior was indeed brave, able to transform into a three-meter-tall, three-headed wild lion, possessing powerful pouncing and biting abilities, as well as leaping skills; his prowess in close combat was formidable.
"Roar!" The green-furred beast was wreathed in emerald light, suddenly counterattacking. Yet the beast forgot it was in a snowy pit; as it stood, its hind legs sank deep, nearly several feet down.
"Zhaoxuan, let me ask you, who is the songstress that caused you all to vie for her affection?" Princess Wei Luan cared most about this point.
It was never meant for me, no matter how noble; it was ultimately unsuitable. This ill-fated marriage, misaligned from the very beginning, what ending could it possibly have?
The Celestial and Divine Realm had existed for ages, with tangled powers and many hidden secrets. Nan Tianyu did not know much about it, but his frequent disputes with the Central Heaven Domain had given him considerable insight into that region.
Du Gu Shuqin sat up against the bed, reaching to touch the wound on her shoulder. It was fully healed, not a scar remained, nor could she feel any pain.
Du Gu Shuqin shot Lin Peng a glance, holding Liu Shana in one hand and Wang Xinyi in the other, strolling away at a leisurely pace.
She watched with interest as she admired the various camping tools beside the car and said with a smile.
The Dragon Vein's scales, formed by bloodline abilities, acted as a kind of dragon-scale armor, with formidable defense comparable to a simply enchanted full-body suit of armor; though inferior to true dragon scales, for ordinary people it was a defense nearly impossible to overcome.
Indeed, the two, poised to draw their bows, were stopped in their tracks by this remark, their hearts pounding wildly.
The Tiger-Eagle Beast King had not expected the masters and disciples to suddenly appear in the demon mountain's cave, thwarting their plans to trap and attack. Unable to use flight magic, the Flying Beast Kings had to rely solely on their skills to battle. After hundreds of grueling rounds, Master Huaizhi subdued all four Flying Beast Kings, one by one, within the cave.
Abroad, the Sui Infant Squadron received a mission: dozens of fishermen had been kidnapped from the coastal area and taken out to sea, requiring their rescue.
Lightning radiated from Ray Guangyao's eyes. In an instant, more than ten layers of heaven and earth transformed into an apocalyptic field of thunder; all power was converted into a storm of lightning, assimilating everything that existed between heaven and earth.
After about ten minutes, the car stopped beside a towering Gothic building.
Tu Shu listened, then rolled her eyes. She recalled the night Lin Peng had gotten drunk and she had carried him back.
Lin Ze’s intentions mirrored Gu Tingbei’s. Song Jiang knew this—Gu Tingbei did not allow her to enter, so Song Jiang could only smile awkwardly and raise her lunchbox.
Her wardrobe had always been full, yet Sun Rou rarely bought herself new clothes. If not for the annual meetings with He Zhuqing, she might truly have lived a life of ‘three years new, three years old, three years patched and mended.’
The doctor stared in shock at the wounds on Yu Jiping, his eyes darting everywhere, unable to compose himself.
“What? You’ve come to me again? Don’t you know how hard it is to find what you ask for every time?” Li Jiyan complained, a bitter look on his face.
Liang Mucen wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze slowly meeting his, as an ambiguous atmosphere hovered on the brink.
After all, if all this were achieved by Ye Fan through some strange means, it was far more likely than the possibility of a supernatural event.
No crowing of roosters—the chickens had been slaughtered and eaten. No birdsong—the birds had been caught and eaten. Not even the sound of insects remained.
Tang Hong received the ball with his back to the goal, spun, and saw Albert approaching. Ricardo Costa had moved forward, so Tang Hong slowed, dribbled two steps, and delivered a direct pass.
Next, Ye Bufan nodded and bowed, his face brimming with smiles. Under the stunned gaze of all present, he demonstrated what it meant to win with one trick, greeting everyone with the same polite words, never changing a syllable. People rolled their eyes, yet were amazed all the same.
Lu Yipin withdrew his hand, turning his gaze toward his mother, acting as if he had forgotten to guard against her helping him escape. However, his entire body’s aura firmly occupied the room, ensuring that any movement would not escape his perception.
Princess An grew impatient; Madam Hu and Madam Tao noticed, immediately quieted their tears, and hurried to help Hu Jingyi and Tao Muwan dress. Both knelt before Princess An, continuously bowing their heads to her.