Carrying on the back

Howard, feeling pressured, hurriedly promised to give us an answer the moment he returned.

"Look at the fine son you’ve raised; he even dares to joke around with his own parents," Elaine said, glaring at Lan Wuhong.

After finally arriving at the company twenty minutes later, he didn't even wait for the elevator, rushing straight up the stairs. As he burst into the office, the receptionist covered her mouth and giggled at his sweat-drenched appearance.

"Stall them?" Jing Ming felt confused, unable to fathom what his younger brother was trying to do.

As the deep voice trailed off, Luo Yu sighed with a sense of helplessness, his tone tinged with a bitter smile. Hundreds of meters away, a scene of utter chaos was unfolding.

In the dark of night, a slender figure stood with hands behind his back atop the clock tower, gazing into the distance, a faint radiance flickering in his sharp eyes. The aura of a king radiated from him, as if a sovereign of the night had descended upon the world. At this moment, Wuming was looking toward one specific place: Ottawa, the capital of Canada.

"The spirit of an infant is a precious thing. It is what I rely on to return to the Demon Realm," the Seven-Sword Heavenly Demon said, making no effort to hide a secret of such great importance to him.

Catherine smiled, her face every bit as stunning as her figure. That smile, as refreshing as a spring breeze, left Brother Chao momentarily dazed.

Having spent some time together, they had grown familiar and developed a silent understanding. She could sense that he had something to say, and she likely knew he was about to leave. Although she hadn't heard everything he said to Li Weiming in the cell earlier that day, she had managed to piece together some of it from the fragmented remarks Chen Long had let slip.

However, as things gradually settled and Xiao Long felt there were no major issues, he finally found the time to turn his attention to Bloody Mary.

Inside the conference room, many people glared at Yan Chengfeng with fury, but he stood undaunted, sweeping his cold gaze over the crowd.

The brother standing before him was named Li Gang. He had joined the military and later enlisted in the Dragon Tooth Special Forces founded by Xiao Long. Relying on the cultivation techniques Xiao Long had left for him, he had reached his current level of strength.

At the same time, she felt a terrifying shadow encroaching upon all the heavens and myriad realms, yet she knew that at the final moment, living beings would surely rise to the sky, reliving a glorious era.

All of this was done to minimize the gap between the Han Dynasty and the extraordinary phenomena witnessed today.

In truth, Lan Xiaoxiao couldn't quite understand why Li Zhi would buy these three-quarters of discarded, cut-open raw stones. Had he seen something, or was it a deliberate choice?

Qi Baifeng was a hunter by trade, and cross-country maneuvering in the jungle was his specialty; there was no way he would lose to these ten soldiers who had only five days of training.

The reason it took seven years was that it wasn't until the third year of Liu Xie’s second round of modifications that their consciousnesses began to awaken after the first transformation.

Dong Yun, Jiang Jiaqi, and the others discussed the matter, deciding they had to teach Sun Haixiong a harsh lesson; they would simply wait patiently for the right opportunity.

From start to finish, Li Tianyi held his phone halfway up, the camera lens constantly focused on the guards, Old Li, and Director Luo.

"Stay for a few days. I don't know when that guy Yun Yang will be back, so I need to wander around the cultivation world. Ming Yu, are there any issues with the spatial monitoring?" asked the Purple Cloud Demon Lord.

Fortunately, they held an absolute advantage in numbers, and they managed to resolve the situation without any danger.

The Yellow Turban general shouted, and the archers on the city wall immediately began to fire, the arrowheads raining down. Many imperial soldiers fell, and their ranks, holding shields, began to panic.

"Boss, where did you dig up these raw materials?" Manman stopped focusing on the stone stool and looked around, pretending to be nonchalant.

Yet, the Duoze Ancestor chose to endure in this matter, opting not to wipe out the Musang tribe—not, as Dao Si claimed, out of fear of bringing disaster upon his own clan, but because there was a shocking conspiracy hidden behind it all.

However, for some reason, once his divine sense had devoured that fledgling spirit, he found he could not bear to let go, for he felt a wave of sadness—a sorrow so profound it felt like suffocation.

If the members of the Sword Alliance hadn't been so aggressive, insisting on taking Ye Wuhui's life, things wouldn't have come to this, and Ye Wuhui wouldn't have been driven to kill.

At the bottom of the painting, countless civilians prayed to the heavens. Behind them, a hideous and terrifying demon brandished a long whip as it surged from the ground, letting out a wild, cackling laugh toward the sky.

Li Hu's father looked at Yongjiu with curiosity, his eyes widening in disbelief as he fired a barrage of questions at him.

He had lost this battle with genuine conviction, and he admired Wang Si's character so much that he bowed down in total submission, feeling as though they had met far too late.

Every year on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the Pear Garden held the Nine Emperors Festival. Everyone who made a living in the theater world had to participate. A young boy would dress as the supreme Nine Emperors God, and accompanied by a band, the procession would travel through the entire city. All the disciples of the Pear Garden would follow behind, paying respects to the five great masters, the Bodhisattva Guanyin, and their founding patriarch along the way.

When Mo Wushang left, he did not close the door for Yu Yanran. Through the gap, Yu Yanran watched everything happening outside.

After choosing earrings, Gu Jincheng took her for another stroll and picked out a jade bracelet, putting it on her wrist. "With the bracelet on your wrist, your sleeve will cover it, and ordinary people won't be able to see it," he said, offering a reason similar to the one before.

At that moment, Yue Ying, who was sitting on the ground meditating to regulate her breath, felt her energy destabilize upon hearing the news brought back by the spirit crow, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Wan Tongtian, Xia Qingfeng, Luo Yuechen, Ma Long, and other top Chinese players all nodded or spoke up to express their support.

These three levels of elemental force were further divided into nine stages each. Only by cultivating to break through the ninth stage of a level could one enter the cultivation of the next.

However, Zhao Fugui was a clever man who had always been cautious about lending money; he would always write IOUs and charge interest when he lent money to others, a level of detail his father had never thought of.

Bai Wei looked quietly at her princess, watching as she sat by the table sipping tea as if nothing had happened, and could not help but ask her out of curiosity.

"Where are you going! You can't go anywhere. If you leave, what will happen to Tang Yu?" Xia Rongrong raised her voice. She knew her son's temper better than anyone; if Qiao Xia left, she feared there would be no more peace in this house.