Chapter 44: The Abusive Male Supporting Actor

"Hehe, that goes without saying! We will have plenty more top-grade wood spirit stones and top-grade earth spirit stones in the future!" Yao Beibei said with a proud and arrogant toss of her head, full of anticipation.

Chen Fusheng first drove the agricultural tricycle into the courtyard and parked it properly. Only then did he have the leisure to observe Zhong Shan closely: an ordinary appearance, an ordinary temperament, yet possessing extraordinary moral integrity and strength. Truly, one should not judge a book by its cover.

Ning Ruyue and Lan Yun also said with solemn understanding, "We are not leaving either." As they spoke, they gazed at Luotian, having already made up their minds in their hearts—they would gladly and willingly die together with him.

The journey passed in silence. The way the two got along was quite wondrous; even though they rarely spoke, they remained exceptionally close, as if sharing a profound spiritual resonance.

"Isn't suspicion just another form of certainty? The nature of this matter is so vile that not a single suspect can be considered completely innocent," Iron Tower said nonchalantly.

As dusk fell, Ming Decai returned home dejected. Judging by his downcast expression, he had clearly suffered a massive blow.

For the very first time, Xue Baochai felt her breathing grow rapid. She reached out to touch her cheeks, which were burning hot as if they were about to catch fire. Startled, she instantly lowered her head, burying her face into her arms as she desperately tried to suppress her pounding heart.

It was not until evening that Xue Pan finally regained consciousness. Word had also come from Lady Wang over at the Rongguo Mansion; upon hearing that her nephew had been beaten, she was beside herself with worry and immediately sent someone to bring him over, claiming it would be more convenient to recuperate within the estate where a skilled physician could attend to him. Otherwise, should any lasting complications remain, it would affect him for a lifetime.

Just as the auras around Fan Tuan and Chang Zi surged dramatically, a thick layer of heavenly thunder tribulation clouds suddenly gathered in the night sky.

"It's nothing, I'm just a bit pressed for time. I'll take you to get something to eat. Look, this tea is exceptionally delicious; I'll brew some for you tomorrow." Ziyan waved the bag of tea leaves in her hand and leaned close to Zhizhi.

Guan Yu was stunned, and though he wished to press further, seeing that Liu Bei had no intention of continuing, he had no choice but to let the matter drop.

Just as Cao Cao was harboring fierce intentions, Ding Li received the news that Yuan Shikai had entered Pei State, prompting him to exclaim in astonishment, "How has this Yuan Shikai suddenly changed his temperament!" Back before the outbreak of the First Sino-Japanese War, when Yuan Shikai sensed that something was amiss, he immediately disguised himself and fled far away from the dangerous area. Why on earth was he walking right into danger now?

Shen Jiannan burst into loud sobs, clutching the stone tablet as tears streamed down his face. Past events flashed vividly before his eyes, one after another. He thought of all the kindness and favor Qu Aofeng had once shown him, and now, before he had even managed to repay them, Qu Aofeng had departed from this world.

Leng Yi wished he could slap himself twice across the face. Such a simple problem, yet he had been completely oblivious to it.

At this moment, feeling a sharp ache in her heart, Shen Yunying walked over, picked up Liu Chen, and gently stroked his legs. Someone had already brought a pair of trousers over, and they dressed Liu Chen accordingly.

The speaker was White Eagle, whose triangular eyes fixed on Xuanqing as if staring at prey. The latter merely smiled faintly, flicked his horsetail whisk, and spoke.

At Ran Fei's command, the warhorses in the military camp neighed, and nearly a hundred fully prepared horses successively departed from the camp.

The score of Saint-realm experts who had just flown into the sky were all caught in the wake of the sword light, sliced cleanly in two at the waist.

Lin Zhuo himself furrowed his brows deeply, his expression gloomy. Like a starved eagle, his electric gaze swept back and forth, sparking invisible friction.

Tang Xin paid no mind to this, because after tomorrow's final match, he would be leaving the Withered Sword Sect. Whether he could cross paths and exchange blows with Qi Tiandao and Ye Timu would simply depend on his luck.

Suddenly, Shen Shisan's expression changed. Grabbing Shen Beibei, he lunged out of the pickup truck. Jiang Feng reacted a beat too slow; the exterior of the pickup had suddenly turned a fiery red, and the temperature was extreme—even the roof of the truck was warping and deforming. "What's going on?" Chai Jingqi cried out in alarm.

No matter how furious the higher-ups might be, or how severely they might punish him, he had to report this at the very first moment.

In order to assist Master Huaihi in completing his combat mission, General Guo Xin led a massive army, placing themselves entirely under Master Huaihi's command. Taking advantage of the night, they executed a forced march, quietly ambushing hundreds of thousands of government troops in the mountains surrounding Rinzeng Temple, completing all pre-battle preparations to assist the master and his disciples in reclaiming the temple.

The private room had been decorated using plastic materials containing toxic and hazardous chemical substances. As they burned, wave after wave of pungent, choking odors diffused through the air.

Therefore, he figured that if he could secure a position as an accountant in the Jiang family, it would not only relieve his father's worries but also sustain the inn's livelihood, killing two birds with one stone.

Liu Batian pondered for a moment. He never kept in touch with anyone; even his own younger sister could never find him.

Asaya was in secluded cultivation. Feeling the tremors of Mount Olympus, she halted her training and rushed to the main hall, only to find the Primordial Demon severely battered. She had no idea what had happened.

Ordinary people generally harbor a subconscious reluctance to match wits or contest with someone vastly superior or vastly inferior to themselves, preferring instead to match skills with opponents of comparable and similar strength.

At this moment, the Blood Monk was akin to a blood-soul mad blade wielded by Master Qingshui, cleaving through the void and appearing behind Liu Haiyu in the blink of an eye.

Watching the audience on stage, who had grown somewhat frenzied because of her song, a smile touched the edges of Eclipse's face.

Zhang Liang felt no tension at the sudden breakthrough of the three opponents; instead, his fighting spirit soared. This was the kind of duel he truly desired.