He gave others the confidence to humiliate her.

Dog-head went to the bureau to announce the news of Li Ang, filling everyone in the department with deep sorrow. The colleagues spontaneously visited the Siyuan Cemetery and laid flowers for Li Ang, among other tributes.

Ye Wushuang also had the intention to butter up, but unfortunately, the Second Senior Brother Baili Sihan had no intention of accepting the favor.

His acquaintance with Li Xinhai was an absurd process, not worth mentioning. Suffice it to say that now, having come this far, surely no one would be willing to give up just like that.

Gu Taishan, on the other hand, had a relatively easier time, yet he was still mobilizing and organizing men to help—in fact, for two reasons: firstly, those ascending Mount Wudang on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month basically came from all over the country, and who knew how many masters and puppet mechanisms there might be.

Clearly, neither of them expected Lu Ming to suddenly blurt out such a remark at this moment. Such a catching-off-guard move was truly a bit hard to accept.

What shocked Ye Tong the most was that someone could actually reach the superhuman realm through human effort rather than awakening.

Having just lain down on the bed, Zhang Shen was still listlessly scrolling through his phone, perhaps because the morning test papers had left his brain muddled. Before long, he drifted off to sleep in a daze.

Once upon a time, someone had jokingly asked her such a black-humor-style question. At that time, she truly couldn't answer and even felt a slight urge to hit someone, but now she knew.

His fingers rested on the butterfly, which lay quietly at his fingertips, allowing him to gently touch its wings. The moment the butterfly fluttered its wings, Ai Yueman heard the roaring of mountains and seas. It felt as if he had been struck hard from the front by an invisible rubber body, his soul jarred right out of his body, sending a strange shiver through him.

"Never mind about Han Yi, Your Highness. Just tell me where the Han Estate is, and I will go right away to rescue Qingfeng," Old Master Qin said in a fiery rush, a take-action-at-once temperament that left Ling Luo somewhat speechless.

Xing Chu looked with lingering attachment at the gradually dispersing and vanishing void heavenly punishment, feeling a strange sense of loss.

Sighing and shaking his head, it was hardly surprising. Mr. Gu frequently found excuses to leave the young master and the Gu family's only son, Gu Nuoxi, alone together, claiming it was to foster their relationship, yet the other party simply loathed the young master and bullied him ruthlessly whenever the opportunity arose.

Feng Feng looked at the person not far away. Who could it be if not Sun Yue? He had seen him once at an awards ceremony not long ago, though he hadn't expected their taste in people to be so remarkably similar.

"Thank you for your trouble, Young Master." Chuling curtsied, and the group immediately followed. As for the bailiffs, they followed the servants to the parlor on the side.

At that moment, figures suddenly popped out from hidden places such as the slope in the distance and behind the bushes, rushing toward this side in a surrounding formation. Wang Xinggang made a rough estimate; there were thirty or forty of them. Looking closer, he saw they were all wielding inner-energy weapons, clearly heading toward the direction of this auction house.

Earlier, Luo Badao had considered that getting Jinhong Group to withdraw from the development of Tongji Orphanage was simply impossible, so his previous remark was not his actual condition. When doing business, the initial asking price always had to be set higher, and then through discussion and negotiation, one could make the other party more readily accept one's terms.

As for the matter of selling watermelons, it was directly dismissed by Li Fachai. Anyway, the watermelon fields in the capital already belonged to the Li family, and even if all the watermelons were sold, it wouldn't bring in much profit.

Frowning as she looked at Rong Xun in silence, as if thinking of something, she leaned down and wiped Rong Xun's lips as well.

Ye Feng was at a wordless loss, failing to notice the deeper meaning in Wang Yuyan's words. With his hand hanging mid-air, he had no idea whether he should retract it or leave it be.

From two other elevators nearby, two groups of people simultaneously stepped out, converged, and took up guard positions around the perimeter. Before Changgu Laichuan was an arched glass window. Approaching it, he looked inside at the central mechanical platform within the massive research laboratory, where a rhombic crystal was resting quietly, emitting a brilliant red light.

These palace structures imbued with an archaic aura formed the core territory of the Martial Emperor's clan, the Yan family, and served as their main base.

"Indeed. Had I known, I would have had the boss dislocate both of his arms," Zhuo Feng muttered in vexation upon learning how passive Ye Xingtian's situation was.

Watching Ye Kaicheng open the car door for Zhong Yuhan, invite her inside, and then gesture toward him, Xu Zuoyan finally entered his apartment. Behind him, Ye Kaicheng's car drove away as well.

Having taken a trip to Dragon Horn Peak, that stifling mood of his had dissipated quite a bit. Besides, the doctor had also given him a calming pill, and it hadn't even been two hours since he took it.

The village chief was old, so he was spared. Returning home, his old wife was still shedding tears over the dog's carcass.

However, although the doorway had appeared, the tightly sealed portals showed not the slightest sign of opening.

The Gorge of Gluttony was an abandoned continent on the backside of the God-Abandoned Land. No living creatures survived on this backside. Now that the seal was shattered, the entire continent seemed like a thin layer of dust covering a giant, cascading downward.

Tōki Iwao harbored the intention of humiliation and held a certain contempt, yet he never imagined that Uncle Zhong, who ostensibly possessed only half-step Hua-qi cultivation, was actually a Hua-qi Grandmaster, and not in the early or middle stages, but having astonishingly reached the late-stage realm.

Ninety-nine imperial divine dragons acted like ninety-nine chains, connecting the Pool of Fortune to the Kongtong Seal.

After all, Chen Qingdi possessed extraordinary martial skills, requiring them to prepare backup plans. Once this fellow chose to smash the pots and break the vessels, other forces could be used to suppress him.

No more blood flowed from his body; the blood that had previously leaked out had already formed scabs, looking somewhat terrifying.

However, such occurrences were quite normal. After all, nine out of ten greater eggs of space only appeared in the Main God Space after enduring various trials in novice worlds.

Because his cultivation was only at the Yin Spirit realm, Shen Qiang could not yet instantly release hundreds of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity, but a voltage of over ten thousand volts was well within his reach. Dealing with things like surveillance and wiretapping was simply easier than easy.

An inch longer meant an inch stronger, but he was somewhat suppressed by the high-speed close-range attacks of several lightning deities, defeated by the counter-strategy that an inch shorter meant an inch deadlier. Although Western deities did not understand these phrases, they were thoroughly familiar with the principles. Some things were universal, differing only in terminology.

Purple was a good girl and probably had never been a girlfriend; otherwise, she wouldn't have been completely at a loss over a few sweet words. Yet at the same time, with her departure and with plenty of time before class, Shen Qiang's mood grew slightly complex.