Chapter 97: Throwing Herself Into His Arms

Su Yufeng gritted his teeth, his figure swiftly slipping into the dark night.

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Heavenly Dao Sect.

[Ding! Key plot detected.]

Chu Yuyao was sitting cross-legged on her couch, cultivating, when suddenly the system’s voice sounded in her mind: [Your pitiful ex-husband number one is courting death at the Myriad Sword Sect, and the task progress bar is fluctuating wildly.]

The abrupt voice in the middle of the night startled her so much that she nearly suffered a deviation in her cultivation. She quickly stopped her practice, exasperated.

He loitered outside for nearly twenty minutes, feeling it was about time, then impatiently rushed toward the bridal chamber.

Aklas was at a loss when the new king asked him to introduce his former colleagues, but when he saw the statue ahead of them, a faint look of disgust and jealousy surfaced in his eyes.

With a startled cry, Neji Hyuga tumbled straight into the hot spring in front of Chen Yan, sending the water splashing loudly.

“Haha, how foolish of the Ten Heroes of Xiaoshan! My ambush was meant for the Shandong soldiers, but I ended up waiting for you instead. I just don’t get it—Shen Jiannan has already broken with you all, so why risk your lives to save him?” Hua Meiyan floated in gracefully from behind the warriors.

Ran Fei gave a signal; the group followed him, escorted by Zhou Weixiong, toward the magistrate’s office.

Locke held a portrait handed to him by the Night Walker, its watercolor likeness stamped like a photograph—a letter bearing the angel’s emblem.

“I—I can help tie it for you a little,” Mikoto Uchiha was completely flustered.

They would harass all the other rookie soldiers, perhaps jumping over the cliffs to capture the two of them again.

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Cheating always comes at a price, doesn’t it? In just a while, the cheat points had been decisively deducted by 110, with no discounts whatsoever.

“Haha! Such explosive news—I must tell them right away.” She spoke so loudly the teacher overheard.

I was already plotting how to perfectly enjoy these rare days—sleeping in until I woke naturally, savoring a lovely brunch, then meeting up with Mao Yan and Xia Xia for some shopping, and dining with Ze Qing in the evening. Truly, these were days of bliss.

The night deepened, the wind still rising, the streets deserted. The girl’s increasingly shrill screams pierced the silence.

“Unknowingly, we’ve grown old. We’ll all be happy. Would you be my bridesmaid?” Xia Zijin asked Mo Xuan sincerely.

“Alright, I’ve said all I wanted! What I mean is, leave the money behind and do something proper! Also, the second restaurant still needs investment—after the New Year, we’ll sign the contract immediately. As for your demands, forget it for now!” Having said his piece, the car arrived, and Hu Dafa, carrying two bags, returned to Old Liu’s home.

Though he’d had some drinks, he was still clear-headed. But when Jiang Peng drank, his nouveau riche vulgarity emerged, embarrassing himself without realizing.

Just now, the chair Xie Dongya flung was imbued with true energy. He hadn’t used his full strength, but it was still too much for the beast warrior to withstand.

At that moment, a burly middle-aged man in a black robe with a powerful aura stepped out from behind the Poison Lady, slipping an arm around her slender waist and looking down at Lei Ying.

“In the future, if you leave, let me know. If I’m not here, have Madam Wu pass the message. Don’t leave without a word like this.” Mu Qingyu recalled how she hadn’t returned by nine o’clock yesterday, and remembered the time she was bullied by Huang Hua, nearly assaulted.

Ye Ying saw Pan Haodong hadn’t gone for the long-eared rabbit meat, so she added a piece to his bowl.

If one is prepared, that’s another matter. But is it possible? Kelwin wore a bitter smile; he and Kaisef had always been at odds. If he warned Kaisef that Samore was targeting him, do you think Kaisef would believe it? More likely, he’d pull the trigger on Kelwin himself.

Han Yue’s undergarments were still damp; she wanted to warn him it would wet his quilt, but seeing Sikong Yanfei’s grim expression, she kept silent.

Entering the internet café, as he went upstairs, Sun Yifan couldn’t help peeking around the corner.

The two bickered their way back to the living room for dinner. No sooner had they sat down and picked up their bowls than Qu’s mother called. Qu Xiaoxiao, busy snatching the best meat from Dr. Zhao, didn’t care to hide it and simply turned on speaker.

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This villa wasn’t occupied solely by Qi Yu; he also employed several workers and housekeepers. At that moment, the workers were cleaning the courtyard. Seeing us, they were briefly stunned, but upon spotting Qi Hang, immediately came forward to greet us.

The multicolored neon lights shone on their faces, the late-night bar a scene of decadent indulgence. Xu Lan was pouring drink after drink for herself.

“Ah Yue…” The rest of the words stuck in her throat as Ah Chun stared in shock at Han Yue, who looked down at her, tears streaming like rain.

After wandering for a while, feeling constantly stared at no matter where she went, Guan Zhi Nuo finally decided to head home. If she continued shopping, who knew what would happen—she’d have to hide in another city to find some peace.

This time, Bao Yifan was deeply disappointed in his mother. Realizing he couldn’t restrain her through normal means, he went to discuss matters with his father.

The young man was dumbfounded, eager to know what kind of cooperation could prompt such a sigh from Minister Pang, the most experienced and steady member of the organization.

Listening to the familiar boot-up sound, Ning Xue, seated at the main desk, impatiently slid the mouse, the dazzling lights making the room glow.

But now, neither had the ability to investigate. Without tracking their target, killing was nearly impossible.

Ling Zhou was about to agree, when suddenly the remaining classmates swarmed around him.

“Shen Qian, you die this round!” The judge, after looking, “turned” to the sickly one. A strange energy suddenly appeared, spreading over the sickly person.

“Ming-ge, it doesn’t seem dangerous in here.” Zhang Yi glanced around, hesitated a few steps, and seemed not to notice any threat.

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