Volume 1, Chapter 43: Visiting Together

Walking to the door, he subconsciously glanced through the peephole. When he saw that it was Su Wanyue standing outside, he could not help frowning slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

"Dr. Lu, washing the dishes, I see." With a faint smile on her face, Su Wanyue openly and proactively greeted Lu Zhetao.

I cursed inwardly. Could it be that I was just going to wait here until dawn? I feared I would not be able to clear my name by then, yet I could not think of a single solution. I had no lighting tool in my hand, and there were not even any stars in the sky; all the methods of navigating in the dark that I had learned were of no use at this moment.

However, Yuntu chose to make a desperate gamble. If she did not absorb these energies, she would inevitably be torn to shreds; if she did absorb them, there was a possibility she would be blown apart. With one being a certainty and the other a mere possibility, she was hardly a fool, and naturally knew how to choose.

Yet he was still screaming, "You traitors will go down in infamy for eternity! You will all die horrible deaths!" A Japanese soldier sprang forward, a cold flash of steel cut through the air, and his screams and cries were instantly cut short.

Driven by lust, Ye Liangchen tricked the painted skin demon into his home under the pretext of opening a plastic surgery hospital for her, intending to stage a sensational human flesh drama with her.

Seeing that this eccentric old man was talking nonsense, Jin Ren grew somewhat irritated and stood up, preparing to leave.

Clearly, that car belonged to this man. After all, as far as I knew, no one in the vicinity of our shop's street could afford to buy such a fine car.

"After them! Otherwise, none of you leave this alive! If you want to keep your heads, bring me back three each!" Gu Qing was not panicked in the least; he let out a cold snort and issued a strict, unyielding order to the dumbfounded elder and the others.

"Baldy? How dare you call me baldy?" Zhou子博 (Zhou Zibo) was so furious he felt like jumping up. Due to the demands of his work, his lifestyle was extremely irregular, so going bald at fifty was hardly a strange thing, nor was it something anyone would normally bring up. After all, baldness could also be considered a symbol of a successful man.

A wave of suppressed resentment welled up in Aunt Shui's heart as well, yet given her humble background, speaking out would only allow Fendai to seize upon her vulnerability and ridicule her.

Having fire made things much easier; they could dry their clothes, drink hot water, and eat a warm meal. It was just that the smoke rising all over this sacred hall bore no relation to the word "sacred" whatsoever, making it look more like a barbecue joint.

Those who could not afford a tiger's penis had to settle for tiger meat or tiger bones, which were sawn down piece by piece using an electric band saw.

Before long, the two arrived in front of the Xuanwu Gate. As it was the time of dusk with the setting sun, looking up at the towering and magnificent palace gates and watchtowers, Princess Taiping could not help feeling a sense of lingering reluctance and attachment in her heart.

He heard the sound of waves crashing against the reefs; without realizing it, he had run all the way to the eastern sea.

Moreover, in terms of political maneuvering, wisdom, methods, and ruthlessness, Li Xian was clearly not on the same level as the Empress. Pitting the two against each other was no different than a top-tier grandmaster fighting a child who had just learned how to use a sword. Had Wu Hou not voluntarily stepped back at the time, how could Li Xian have so easily obtained the right to act as regent?

Mickey Mouse pondered for a moment, equally baffled. This was purely the power of space, at the very least on the domain level, and given how long Old Du had lived, it was something Mickey Mouse could never have anticipated.

That night, pitch-black and windless, all creation was silent. A gently sweeping night wind still carried a trace of early spring's chill, ice-cold and biting to the bone, causing the parasol trees in front of Wuyi Lane to sway incessantly.

Therefore, unless they possessed a night-travel tally issued by the imperial court, no one dared to wander outside the ward gates after nightfall.

When he had come last, the disciples of the Seven Peaks Sect did not recognize him as Lin Xiaofan's disciple and held a skeptical attitude, yet they still gave him a token of ordinary standing.

Su Ge had no intention of dodging. He puffed out his chest as the dazzling sun hung overhead, casting its light directly upon his chest. The yellow-backed emblem of the lion-heart shield with its great hammer appeared particularly striking.