Chapter 57

Had Mu Qingsu been face-to-face with Ji Weiwei, he certainly could never have spoken such words. Being the proud and face-saving man he was, when would he ever be capable of opening up and speaking so sincerely from the bottom of his heart?

Just as Aunt Qi was feeling a sense of relief over the perfection of her actions, intending to clear the outbox and the list of recent contacts, her phone was suddenly snatched away.

Seeing that both of them had fixed their gazes upon her, Qi Zhenzhen felt more than a little awkward. After smiling silently, she began to greet Ji Weiwei using sign language.

Led by the proud youth, half of the group glared fiercely at Lian. After all, it was already outrageous enough that this old fellow was demanding their lives, but to now insult them as mere ants crossed the line into utter shamelessness.

Lei Dachui nodded, feeling that made sense. Such complicated matters were something he never liked to ponder.

The security guard at the entrance of the biological park made a hand gesture signaling Xiahou to stop, and then slowly walked over. Fan Yanyan's heart instantly leaped into her throat. With one hand hidden underneath holding a gun pressed against Xiahou, Xiahou instantly caught her meaning. He explained a few words in English to the security guard, who then readily waved them through.

Ji Weiwei wriggled, attempting to break free from Liang Yunqian's grip, but ultimately mindful of the child in her womb, she had no choice but to nod and compromise.

"How could that be! Of course not, I was just wondering why you suddenly came over!" Zeng Bingbing was genuinely bewildered. How could her child and husband be on a long trip? Had her brother-in-law gone away as well?

"Even rolling your eyes looks so beautiful and seductive, truly lawless." On the phone, instead of being angered, he chuckled, and his smile carried a deeply enigmatic quality.

Yet, amidst such an environment, Phantom still entered a state of complete transcendence, viewing this as a form of tempering. Who says one must be in the serene sanctuaries of nature to merge with it? In his view, as long as one's heart was devoid of self and external distractions, cultivation could take place anywhere, and he had successfully achieved this.

The events that followed naturally fell into place. Wei Yi, half-reluctantly, was stripped bare of her clothes, her legs arranged into several difficult postures, her fair face flushed with a radiant, tender glow amidst Su Rong's wave upon wave of passionate adoration.

Though Lan Kui had shouted at the top of his lungs, no one came to his rescue after such a long time, and he could not let things continue this way. Caring little about his disheveled attire, he struggled desperately against Cui Die's demonic clutches and forcefully scrambled out of the tent.

Upon hearing of the Sword Heart Sect, Xu Qingmo naturally intended to go there, though he had no plans to stay merely a few minutes.

Seeming to feel the distance was still not far enough, Gongshu Chou and Wei Zhuang put another three or four zhang of space between them before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

With a dizzying spin, Yang Liu was already caught in Chou Qianjian's embrace. Chou Qianjian held her so tightly that Yang Liu found it difficult even to breathe.

The reason an eagle can soar so high is by utilizing rising air currents—to be precise, a form of wind. The reason it can glide for extended periods and even climb higher and higher naturally stems from its ability to always locate the trajectories of the wind.

Until Vena's nagging, worried voice faded away at the apartment entrance, Su Rong cut off the communication.

However, if she did that, wouldn't cooking two meals a day be terribly exhausting for Wei Yi? Should he bring one of the palace chefs over? But then again, the dishes cooked by Wei Yi herself suited both his and her tastes much better. Thus, Su Rong was plunged into a web of conflicting dilemmas.

The intense stench of blood emanating from this Black boxer at this moment instantly stirred up the fierce murderous aura hidden deep within my own body.

The longer I looked, the less I could restrain the murderous intent raging in my chest; the longer I looked, the less I could control my emotions; the longer I looked, the stronger grew my urge to kill him.

Ashilong was utterly astonished. How could they be so completely in sync? Could it be that they had already discussed this beforehand?

Yang Qingluo lay softly in Luo Jingyang's arms, panting gently. She had sneaked out her family's household registration booklet; she wondered if her parents had noticed yet.

"I went, but didn't see anyone. Word is that appointments are already booked through next year." However, he wasn't as persistent as Lu Yi; his motivation was purely curiosity.

With that, he lowered his head and resumed eating his breakfast. Seeing that he truly didn't appear angry, Xiaxi finally breathed a sigh of relief. As she ate her breakfast, her gaze occasionally drifted toward him.

Su Rong also glanced at her cards, silently cursing Zhang Danqing's sharp intuition. Suppressing the fire burning in her heart, she smiled faintly and tossed out nine stakes.

"Still, you're nothing much..." With a feint, Zhang Yezhou attacked Huo Ting, but his movement shifted in the very next split second toward Su Rong behind him. His strike was vicious, clearly harboring killing intent toward Su Rong.

What thoughts the Emperor held in his heart, Chu Ximo could not know. Coming into the palace simply to inform his Imperial Father and request a royal decree of marriage was merely a formality performed out of filial duty to notify him. Should the Emperor refuse and withhold the decree, he would simply carry out his plans regardless.

Furthermore, the bellicose nature deeply rooted in her body had long been aroused by the arrogant stance of the Zhang family. She was practically itching to win away the entirety of this money-pit of a casino, and how could she possibly stop just because she had attracted the attention of the Zhang family?

Yet, much like the slaves whipped by the cruel Drow lashes, these demons dared not speak their anger aloud, and could only drag their weary limbs forward amidst boiling, suppressed rage.