Volume 1, Chapter 27: Failing to Harm the Younger Sister, Only to Bring Trouble Upon Oneself

I smiled faintly and remained silent. Under the current circumstances, Ji Liunian still needed their protection; how could I let them get injured?

Back when I had just started working and Ye Shengyin was still in university, we each dreamed of our own Prince Charming. Later on, I met Lian Jincheng.

Lu Xudong bagged the trash and set it by the door so he could easily take it out when he left. When he turned back, he found me staring at him, so he looked me up and down, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Orchestra of Hell" is a prop used by the theater troupe, functioning similarly to Rigoletto's Gjallarhorn; it possesses a directed, obstructive chant.

I struggled for a moment before giving up, letting Qiao Yu hold me as we walked out of the hotel and allowing him to bundle me into the car.

Gu Dong’s scrutinizing gaze landed on her again. Su Xia felt a lump in her throat, as if something were stuck there, neither going down nor coming up. It was incredibly uncomfortable, so she hurriedly picked up her cola and downed half the glass; the ice in the drink helped her regain her composure.

It was fortunate that Han You wasn’t a perfectionist; otherwise, watching his opponent miss cannon minion after cannon minion might have been enough to make him beat himself to death.

Gradually, Thor’s mind lost its clarity again, and the constant lapses in consciousness forced Thor to offer a rare plea for mercy.

On the way, Jiang Wanhao asked about the origin of the experience voucher. Su Xia stammered that it was a gift from someone else. Sharp as she was, how could Jiang Wanhao not see she was lying? She immediately pounced for a "harsh interrogation." With no other choice, Su Xia had to honestly recount the foolish incident that occurred at the hotel last night.

"Call the Storm!" The Wind Elemental raised both hands high. Centered on Grand Chancellor Eltan, over a dozen wind tornadoes appeared in an instant. These tornadoes began to move erratically. Richard waved his hand, Onyxia and Vashj retreated, and Richard faced the storm alone.

The Gu family owned many businesses, with their resort villa being their flagship brand. In D City, only the Gu family’s resort could rival the Shenghua Group.

"Xin'er, are you really going to leave?" Lin Jia held Lin Qinxin’s hand, feeling a thousand regrets in her heart.

"Didn't he pursue you before? I heard he bought you a lot of things." Xiao Mingsheng’s eye twitched; his handsome face looked as though he were suffering from a mental breakdown.

Ten hundred thousand years ago, he shattered the power of the Wild God within Chacha using a lightning tribulation and absorbed it into his own body. It was also because of that portion of ancient evil power that he split into Di Xiu.

Because he had always been slow-witted, he particularly admired classmates who were sharp-minded. To have such a classmate become his desk-mate was truly a stroke of luck.

"I won't—I won't ever again! Never again!" Luo Yiming gasped, his voice weak.

Yan Qing'er’s expression soured instantly. She glanced nervously at Bai Xiaoyu, feeling as though she had been caught in bed with someone else.

Huangfu Chen slowly raised his head, though he still did not look at her. He simply lifted the branding iron he had kept buried in the charcoal. The iron was red as blood, emitting faint white smoke. His gaze was locked firmly onto the iron, his eyes filled with a long, gloomy light.

She placed the dishes in front of him, and as she drew near, he caught the thick scent of blood.

His powerful strike hadn't even killed a single bug? This made the fatty very unhappy, so he grabbed his spiked mace and rushed over to give them a sound beating.

"Xiangxiang, how does it taste?" Lan Zhaoyu heard Fu Qingyu ask. Although Fu Qingyu’s tone was calm, as if he were asking casually, the tension and anticipation in his eyes were impossible to hide. Unfortunately, Hao Xiangxiang was staring intently at her plate and did not notice his vivid expression.

I had seen such scenes many times before and couldn't say I was scared. I looked back at the space behind me, feeling that the ancestral hall was somehow strange. In the end, I couldn't discern anything, so I opened the door and stepped out.

The tea had been sitting for too long and had gone cold. Wei Yan took a sip, coughed several times, and a self-mocking smile appeared on his lips as he let out a cold, light sneer.

Because of her high talent for cultivation, the elders of the Yun family were very fond of her and held her in high regard. Thus, the Second Elder’s expression softened considerably when facing Yun Qingrou.

As the people from the East Sect walked into the eastern corridor, Cheng Yang was arranged to sit with the Dugu brothers. Along with two other disciples from the East Sect, the five of them were prepared to enter the martial arts competition.

Gong Ming sensed that she was acting strangely, but he did not point it out, choosing instead to watch her silently from angles she could not perceive.

I calculated that I currently only had one ghost seal. Although I could demand Jiang’s ghost seal back from Mr. Silver, where was Jiang? Did he know about the affairs within the Yellow Springs, and would he choose to cooperate?

If they had gotten engaged back then, there wouldn't be all these troubles now—Su Qiancheng meeting with Lu Qinghuan in secret, the two of them chatting happily, and Song Yanran pining after him.

It was October, the weather had turned cold, and she was still wearing the hospital gown she had on when she fled.

"Nan Qi said that the events of twelve years ago have been uncovered. Does Yue'er want to know?" Nan Changqing suddenly changed the subject.

Upon hearing what Le Chen in her arms had said, Yanyu suddenly recalled a question: if Le Chen was a member of the Golden-Crowned Black-Tailed Frog tribe, shouldn't his parents also be Golden-Crowned Black-Tailed Frogs?

To be honest, Liu Ling did not want to join any organization, as joining one would inevitably lead to restrictions. However, he did currently need a sufficiently powerful organization to provide him with protection.

"Of course, tell me whatever is on your mind!" Wang Xi stopped stirring her spoon. In novels, at a time like this, it was usually either bribery with money or coercion with power. Of course, there was also a third method: emotional manipulation.