I will never let you go.

"Cough, cough!"

A violent fit of coughing echoed as Qin Wenlong struggled to climb up from the ground. He raised his head and glared fixedly at Wang Chen not far away.

"When did you slip behind me?"

"Why didn't I notice your approach at all?"

"Take a guess!..."

They had constantly been looking for a chance to exact revenge, and now that the opportunity had finally arrived, how could they possibly let it slip away?

His complexion was faintly flushed, whether due to the red wine or not. Though he looked languid, a spark of fire could be seen deep within his eyes.

Sighing softly and looking at the table full of food, William could not help feeling a sense of loneliness.

The Soul-Stealing Fierce Slash skill was truly overwhelmingly tyrannical! If not for the high physical damage reduction attribute on Huaxiang's body, she surely would have lost by now.

Hearing this, the man indeed looked stunned for a moment, then raised his head. His face was covered in dirt, yet it failed to obscure the brilliant gleam in his eyes.

"You folks enjoy your meal, I'll take Man'er and be on our way first," Shen Lixing did not forget to bid farewell to Qin and Li, then pulled Gao Shiman out of the private dining room. Gao Shiman had no choice but to turn around and wave back at them.

Clearly her heart was kind, but why did she act with such extreme methods! What on earth had she been through in the past?

It was a sentence spoken almost on impulse. Once the words were already out, Su Wangniang suddenly realized what she had said; this was the first time she had ever acted rashly.

With a wave of the Mythical Spear, the players of House and Country immediately formed a circle, surrounding the remaining remnants of Chief Gathering Stars.

He showed He Yan the video recording. When the young man emerged from the office, his expression was clearly flustered as he hurried away, and the security camera in the lobby had captured him frantically rummaging through his bag for his phone. Regardless of whether this young man was truly being framed, the evidence was undeniably disadvantageous to him.

"Aiya, I just went to the restroom, which is why I'm late," Yan Luoluo said with a chuckle.

Since Chen Dao was absent, Zhen Mi had no other close relatives or elders around besides Zhao Xu, who acted as an elder brother; and as her sworn elder brother, it was naturally his duty to take care of her.

At that moment, deafening battle cries suddenly erupted all across Burial Wolf Ridge. Large groups of Qingzhou soldiers charged out from eight different directions, striking terror into the hearts of Lü Bu's army, causing them to abandon their armor, helmets, spears, and halberds as they fled wildly for their lives.

Zhang Shi's nerves were taut, his eyes fixed on Wang Xin without even blinking, having long since prepared himself to strike at any moment.

What astonished people endlessly was that this valley actually had electricity. Inside the houses were televisions, computers, and all sorts of modern technological products readily available.

Down below the high platform at that moment, a sixth-rank alchemist channeled a majestic surge of spiritual energy from his sleeves, parting the crowd of martial practitioners packed tightly beneath the stage.

Every single one of his thoughts had become immensely powerful and resilient, crystal-clear and perfectly rounded, undergoing the baptism of thunder and lightning.

"So what is it you're going to do now?" Seeing Master Zhu's remorseful appearance, Xuan Yan nodded with satisfaction and asked calmly.

Heh. Liu Huo chuckled softly at her foolish expression. He waved his hand and told her to return to her room.

In his boiling rage, the young man seemed to have forgotten that Yun Mu's strength far surpassed his own. Following a fierce shout, he swung his sword and slashed downward.

Xie Siyun sat to the side, her gaze fixed out the cabin window, a trace of sorrow lingering on her face as she wondered what was on her mind.

His hands emitted a healthy glow; they were slender, powerful, and distinct-jointed, just like the man himself—handsome and radiating dominance.

Pity that the person before him answered with a flurry of heavy punches thrown straight at him. Xia Xi stared in stupefaction as the Deputy Adjutant and that rather sickly-looking man began exchanging blows, thinking to herself that if the Deputy Adjutant hadn't been there just now, those fists would have landed squarely on her.

She reached out and touched the spot where her skin was broken, a stinging sensation shooting up from it. "Hiss," she gasped in pain.

After Sizhen left, Fulin sank into deep contemplation, recalling his conversation with the Empress Dowager two days prior.

So be it! As long as I can secure more military pay, whatever Shao Tingfeng can achieve, I will definitely help you, Brand, sort it out.

They had even made Yang Yixin—who had always stubbornly refused to bow her head and was full of hatred toward their main household—take the initiative to apologize, and she had even played along conscientiously and earnestly acting a full day's role?

Sitting to my left at that moment, Zhao Bingyan stole a sideways glance at me, waiting to watch a good show. She was probably wondering why I hadn't erupted yet, while Qian Yaya, sitting to my right, must have been in a state of extreme tension inside. She tried several times to pull at me, but I brushed her off.

"I can't wait that long; I'm going to kill you right now." Yang Xiaotian's face turned furious as he took a step forward with his right foot.

Hearing this, I was slightly taken aback. Although she had uttered similar words in Xie Fangju's hospital room that day, I had assumed back then that she had just suffered such a heavy blow and that her words might not have been entirely calm, perhaps fueled by a surge of anxiety. I never expected that everything she said was completely true.

"Fish fan? What on earth is that? And what's this about hurting each other until our hair turns white?" Ji Tang wore a blank expression of utter confusion.

Through this punishment, their relationship had unconsciously grown much closer, no longer as distant as strangers like before.

"Eldest Senior Sister, could that person Master mentioned be you?" Ji Wuwei pondered slightly before raising her gaze to ask.

A long bow was suddenly retrieved by him from out of nowhere; the bow had neither string nor arrows.

Nan宫 Yan extended his right hand, his fingertips condensing a drop of crystal-clear liquid that emanated a powerful aura of life. With a flick of his finger, the liquid penetrated the skin and entered Shuang Yingyue's body.

The more Wei Zheng thought about it, the more his hair stood on end and a chill ran down his spine. It wasn't that he was overthinking things, but rather that the current facts pointed precisely to this.

The only people who knew he had fought with Ye Xiaotian were the members of the Golden House, and now that these people had fled, their identity could basically be confirmed.

Su Feiyue was obtained by Lin Huan through a compromise of conditions, but right after agreeing, Lin Huan realized that the school would lock up the teaching buildings after winter break, meaning he would seemingly only be able to hang out at Feiyue's house.