Volume 1, Chapter 36: A Major Incident at the Marquis's Mansion!

Bo Jingjing was startled to see Luo Chenyang carrying Chi Qiao out. She immediately called for the driver while silently wondering what had happened.

Business platitudes like "I'm selling at a loss" are just as hollow and deceitful as an old classmate saying, "Let’s grab lunch sometime." Anyone who takes such words at face value lacks common sense.

"I have stated that I am the guardian here. Hand the child over to me, and I shall let you go!" Taixu declared, though its form remained unseen.

After delivering the threat, he strode out and slammed the hall door shut, leaving Wei Ze sitting alone in the room, looking somewhat desolate.

She was truly furious, shouting his name. Despite being so severely injured, he still had the audacity to be lascivious; she was about to explode with rage.

An Zimo also came over to greet her. She had met Xier Ya a few times, though they were not close.

He knew he could not change Long Wanhe’s decision. Li Xiao was a stubborn man, but this sexagenarian, now over sixty, was no less so.

Only she knew how triumphant she felt at that moment. She suspected she was the only one who noticed Liang Yimo’s crestfallen expression.

Recalling the warning from the Ghost Commander, Aotian hurriedly activated his magic shield, recalled Xiangxiang, and began to flee using Teleportation.

Her intention was clearly for them to stay out of each other's lives. Did he not worry that his family and friends would be shocked by his impulsive marriage and divorce?

He randomly grabbed some gingerbread and entered the room, only to be startled by a cloud of white mist. Steam was rising from Li Locke’s head.

"We pay our respects to the Palace Master." Upon approaching Wang Rong, the four old men bowed deeply, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

In metaphysical terms, this situation occurs when the shockwave from a vehicle affects one's soul, causing it to briefly leave the body. My brain was thinking and issuing commands, but my body could not move; without a soul, it was no different from a vegetable.

Yuan Shao sat at the head of the table, his expression stern and cold, as if frozen in place. The initial campaign had failed to even breach Wang Lei’s camp, which was a devastating blow to him. A profound sense of frustration welled up within him.

"Wang Lei’s camp is fortified like an impregnable fortress. Do you gentlemen have any good suggestions?" Yuan Shao asked, his voice listless as he looked to the others for help.

"I’m telling you the truth... I’ve never had a boyfriend, and I’m not sick... That’s not what I meant... It’s not because you gave me money; I just meant..." Jiang Yueqing couldn't even articulate what she meant anymore.

"Uncle, what are you asking about?" Seeing Fang Wen finally walk out of the room, Lin Dai’s smile became even more smug. Noticing Wang Rong looking at her with a mysterious, inscrutable gaze, she asked with a hint of guilt.

The Bear King began to walk toward me, and a grim premonition arose in my heart. Could he be planning to PK me?

Li Locke was still flirting with Chef Zhou, oblivious to the situation around him. However, having spiritual power was not for nothing; sensing a sinister gust of wind from the side, his body reacted by instinct. He parried the club with his wrist and delivered a powerful side kick to the shadow, putting ninety percent of his strength into the blow.

"Did you notify my father about what happened earlier?" Before He Lin could finish, Yuan Xuan asked.

Li Xiue saw that my complexion was off and asked what was wrong. I didn't say anything, but she made me a bowl of noodles, which I ate. After finishing, I lay on the sofa and fell asleep. I didn't want to think about anything, because thinking would only lead to another sleepless night.

"Oh, stop fussing. Can't you see I'm sleeping? Just drive your car!" Zhang Tiebing muttered, too lazy to even open his eyes.

A crisp sound emanated from within the sky, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open as the hand seals he had been weaving were finally completed.

Wei Quan took advantage of the good atmosphere to toast us one by one, speaking many heartfelt words. Sun Zhe finally dropped his guard, and the two were soon laughing and chatting as if they were long-lost brothers, acting as if they were truly close.

"Ha... Saving the world? When did that happen? Have I saved it three times already?" Qiye looked at Alaya with a subtle expression.

"Anulis, show him your true power—Soul Severing Strike!" Anulis clasped its hands together and pulled them apart, manifesting a colossal death scythe.

Bo Jianmo lifted her gaze, her vision blurred by tears; combined with her extreme hunger, she could barely see anything.

Meanwhile, the two or three dozen experts from the Sword Sect lay scattered across the courtyard, sprawled in disarray against the walls and corners.

In the past, everyone just watched variety shows to relax, but there were few truly funny ones in China. This time, however, everyone was filled with anticipation.

With one shield on the left and another on the right, Ye Lingling was completely protected, leaving Zhang Ruochen with no way to strike.

At first, he thought Chen Haotian was just rambling and even felt he seemed different from the person he once knew.

Tang San sighed as he looked at his restless, injured junior brother; in two lifetimes, he had never seen anyone so troublesome.

The blisters were concentrated mostly around the waist. Bai Shiyu lowered her head and, through the lamplight, discovered that the man’s body was covered in scars of all kinds.

Not long after, she saw Bai Feng'er walk through the living room with her LV bag, looking as though she were heading out.

Seeing Han Lina’s mischievous expression, Ning Yishi couldn't help but hug her cup and giggle secretly.

Chen Haotian suddenly sensed something was wrong. Looking at the others, he saw them waving their hands repeatedly and couldn't help but ask why.

Wu Qiao planned to go out and find some clothes and food for the male lead; the weather had turned bitterly cold since yesterday.

Zhen Huang’s eyes lit up. Although life was much better now than at the beginning of the apocalypse, it was still rare to see such an elegant teahouse.

"Heh." The Prince let out a cold snort followed by a loud laugh. "Fine. If you were lying to me today, I would have had to reconsider our relationship. This is the Mo Xuan I know—liking someone is just liking someone. But so what? She is destined to be my Princess." His tone was filled with arrogance.

Roars of astonishment erupted from the surrounding classrooms, and many people poked their heads out of the windows.

It wasn't because he enjoyed the life of the Anbu, but rather because the relentless, high-intensity missions allowed him to temporarily forget those painful memories.

After extracting those souls, Song Zheng remembered that the machine puppet's soul was very weak and required regular doses of soul agent to prevent it from dissipating.

Even more eerie was the sight of those insects desperately burrowing into the man's rigid lips. The muscles on his face remained motionless, yet his mouth twitched slightly, as if the mouth were moving independently while the rest of him remained frozen in death.