Chapter 50-[Inglês-Americano] Palhaço criando filhotes, não morreu, bem bom(O texto fornecido consiste em caracteres chineses que não podem ser utilizados na saída. Portanto, a tradução não pode ser fornecida de forma precisa sem um contexto claro para a expressão.)

Lin Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud. After all, Chen Shengwu and Fang Tongsheng looked like rough and rugged martial artists, yet they actually read web novels too.

Leng Yihan looked with shock and suspicion at Qin Mochen, whose eyes were bloodshot, his face somewhat pale, and his body emanating an overwhelming aura of violence. If Qin Mochen had previously resembled a famous sword standing proudly upon a mountain peak—noble and elegant—at this moment he was like a drawn blade, radiating a cold and bloodthirsty glint.

"They are down there." A courageous soldier poked his head out to look inside, only to see Bai Yucheng shielding Ximen Li in his arms like an umbrella.

As for the opportunity that others considered once-in-a-lifetime, Zhou Bai disdained it entirely. Anyway, in the eyes of the media, he had already become synonymous with being aloof and cold, so he didn't mind being even more aloof.

"Senior Brother Wang flatters me. It's just a spar, no need to take it so seriously. Your master exaggerates; if we were truly on the arena stage, I wouldn't be as at ease as I am now. Combat in the ring emphasizes a fatal strike, and I have no confidence in my ability to withstand Senior Brother Wang's killer moves," Zhou Bai said calmly.

"Also, we must maintain a good relationship with the Fourth Division. I feel that we still need to communicate with them in advance regarding this matter!" Lao Chen also looked at Sun Hao with great surprise as he spoke.

On the grassland west of Niutuo Peak, two bovine-beast soldiers clad in wooden armor could be seen walking happily toward the town. One of the black bull-beasts was even dragging a black leopard.

"I'd rather do it myself." Utilizing the footwork he had just become familiar with, Bai Yu effortlessly landed on the martial arts practice ground below, giving his master—who was waiting for a chance to show off—a startled shock.

"Report, Sun Hao reporting for duty!" At that moment, Sun Hao walked in and shouted with a crisp salute.

Moreover, he could sense that from time to time, strands of consciousness were observing his previous world—or rather, his destiny—through some special method.

After all, in terms of age, Zulan was about a full cycle older than Bao Beier and Yiyi. Furthermore, Zulan was a veteran of the show, having walked alongside Su Can from the very first episode. Logically, the two newcomers should show him respect.

Resting outside the brocade quilt, the delicate hand pinching the abdomen was suddenly covered by a warm hand from below.

"Serving you right for being a bitch. Let me tell you, bitch, you can give up this pipe dream! No matter how much that man loves you, once he comes and sees you looking like this ruined willow and spent blossom, he won't want you anymore. Right now, you're just a used-up piece of trash, a piece of trash! Understand?" After several whip lashes, raised welts lined Diaochan's body.

Cliff liked exaggerated clothing largely because when he first entered the workplace, his attire was unfashionable, and others mocked him for lacking aesthetic sense. Later, after becoming famous, he simply let go completely, which instead won him a flurry of hype praising his unique personality.

Not knowing how many times he had tossed and turned, he had just rolled over when, through the hazy moonlight, he spotted a human silhouette cast upon the window paper. The figure was holding an upright blade, growing closer to the window paper and becoming clearer and clearer, yet the person's face remained difficult to discern.

"Knowing full well I can't calculate it, you still make me do it. Aren't you infuriating!" Su Yu complained to his friend.

Next to take the stage was the secretary of the local Prince's Estate. Being accustomed to rare delicacies and fine wines, his palate was extremely picky! Yet his performance turned out identical to Yan Daha's—including the final vote! He, too, looked to the left while casting his vote for the right. His frame of mind seemed to be the exact same as Yan Daha's.

"How did you figure that out?" Jiang Ming didn't care about whom Jin Rou liked; he only wanted to know where this fellow's confidence came from.

Almost not a single word of what Xie Liuyun said afterward registered in Mo Langyue's mind. His entire focus was consumed by the surname "Chunyu."

The Yama of Hell had thought that a simple expression of apology would suffice, never expecting that King Zhuanlun would be so furious.

Without the acquired turbid qi, Li Chen did not lose his ultimate trump card, because the evolved form of that acquired turbid qi granted him an even more formidable trump card.

Coach Mike Woodson, as one of the coaches heavily nurtured by Mike Brown, held immense influence in the league. Or rather, Gregg Popovich was actually a senior fellow apprentice to Coach Mike Woodson.

If Zheng Peng had known he was thinking that way, it truly would have wronged him. What made Zheng Peng forge ahead without a word of explanation was neither his subordinate, Ma Xu, nor an urgent need to find clues, but rather the fact that he recognized the voice as belonging to Cui Xiyi.

He would handle the matter first and let Li Zongji, Yang Ji, and the others clean up the mess afterward. Zheng Peng had deliberately tried to avoid these issues, but since Arland directly confronted him, he could only bite the bullet and reply.

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Recalling the "misunderstanding" the two had discussed in the guest room earlier, Shandris flushed crimson for no reason and cried out in panic.

Easier said than done; Zheng Peng was still a beginner. Even if he explained it, A-Jun wouldn't believe him, so it was better left unsaid.

Although the contract had not yet been drawn up, Zheng Peng and Guo Ketang both understood each other's character and regarded one another as trustworthy people.

Jin Yaqi was a tearful mess, hugging Li Chen and crying desperately. Despicable or pretentious as it might be, she accepted her fate.

"I say it exists, so it definitely does, Uncle Zheng. Have you forgotten about the bicycle? I used a pile of wood that everyone else considered useless and outran a Turgesh steed of a thousand li. I'm sure Uncle Zheng has heard about that," Zheng Peng said with a cheeky grin.

Just as Shen Xinyi was discharged from the hospital, a call came from the company—a call demanding that she return to work. The company simply could not function without her.

Zhang Lei remained silent. The person who understood the situation best here was none other than him; the emotional entanglements between Lin Mohan and Mo Qianxia truly could not be explained clearly in a sentence or two.