Volume 1, Chapter 45: High Heels Are Really a Pain!

"Don't worry, I promise!"

Qin Yi patted her chest with absolute confidence, smiling radiantly, yet Wen Zhi always felt something was slightly amiss, plagued by a persistent premonition that misfortune was coming her way.

This was not the first time she had experienced such a feeling.

Seeing the look of disbelief still lingering in her eyes, Qin Yi protested, "...Do you not even have the most basic trust in me by now?!"

It was also a Samsung Supreme waterproof limited edition, covered thickly in the viscous fluids from inside his stomach.

The only trouble was that once the floating stones were produced, they might, much like in their original world, emit an intensely brilliant light to attract the attention of surrounding insects, while simultaneously enveloping the mineral deposits in a protective shield to prevent premature mining.

Yet most youths who achieved success early met with difficult ends in their later days, tumbling down from towering heights.

A heavy punch swept through the air leaving an afterimage, hurtling with ferocious and brutal force straight toward Han Fei's abdomen.

Looking at the quietly open gates ahead, Brady, accompanied by merely a hundred guards, began to hesitate.

Monks from the bitter, freezing lands of the north were a peculiar breed; they used their own bodies as weapons, relying on the "kung fu" of their fists and feet as their ultimate treasure to vanquish enemies and secure victory.

Herrick let out a hum, his expression carrying an air of condescending arrogance, yet judging by the trembling nerves at the corners of his eyes, it still pained him to part with it.

He continually regulated his breathing, wiping away sweat as he retrieved a bottle of water, tilted his head back, and took a drink.

Hearing this, Huang Shitong paused, glanced at Yu Zhang, and gesturing toward the sofa, said, "Have a seat!" With that, he turned, poured a cup of tea for Yu Zhang, and sat down as well.

"The lancers of the Fenrir Empire?" Luo Ke murmured softly, gazing at the blue flags fluttering in the formation, emblazoned with a wolf's head.

He pressed his ear against the receiver. The ringtone dragged on for a good seven or eight rings, and just as it was about to automatically disconnect, the person on the other end finally pressed the answer button.

All the detectives pressed their lips into tight lines in silence. Faced with their captain's raging fury, there was truly nothing they could say.

The few of them departed with tear-streaked faces and running noses, exhaling deeply while filled with boundless melancholy and lingering emotion.

True to Ji Kai's words, faint white light emanated from the man's palms. Under his treatment, the dark Qi on Ji Yilian's face gradually faded, and her pale complexion regained a hint of rosy warmth.

Alice was still trying to gouge out Chen Fu's eyes, her hands gripped tightly in Chen Fu's firm grasp, unable to break free.

Fan Zhexu was a doctor of biology who, upon completing his studies, founded this biotechnology company. Without any angel investors, he relied entirely on family accumulation to build it to its current scale.

Zhao Min, the spokesperson for the epidemic area's administrative committee, was currently being interviewed by multiple media outlets and was stretched too thin to cope.

If another living being comparable to Zhou Ye could be found, the Wuji Heavenly Demon would snap every single one of his own ribs.

If she had taken the initiative back then, would her elder sister have been spared this suffering? From being a sovereign of a nation to reduced to a maid, forced to endure the torment of remorse every single night until she wasted away in melancholy—at an age that should have been spent draped in brocade and silk, enjoying the utmost luxuries of the mortal world.

With this sudden and astonishing utterance, Feixue Hongyan's gaze turned murderous, her aura overwhelmingly majestic. A bolt of purple lightning cleaved the earth, and Jingxue Tianzhao made a furious appearance.

"Don't worry, your heart is completely normal right now! Just a few more days of cultivation, and it can be transplanted into you!" the bald doctor replied confidently without looking back.

On the surface, Imperial Concubine Qi was speaking up for Lin Chuxia, but the underlying implication was that Lin Chuxia's famously gentle temperament might merely be an act she put on.

The infant-butchering master was as steady as a heavy mountain, fighting step by step and countering every move with precision. His lifting, shifting, and redirecting of force flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water, completed in a single unbroken motion.

Liu Jian looked up at her. Her almond eyes were wide open, her pink cheeks flushed, the corners of her eyes upturned, her lips carrying a trace of resentment and sorrow, and even more of fury.