Chapter 62: He Has Mysophobia

Shi Jing saw Zhang Wen trip over her own dress, losing her balance and about to fall.

Noticing that Ji Shichu was closest to her, he assumed Ji Shichu would reach out to steady her, so he stayed still.

To his surprise, this younger brother completely ignored convention.

Especially when he saw Ji Shichu actually take a step backward, Shi Jing paused for a moment and twitched the corner of his mouth.

He could roughly guess the reason why.

Cutting through the dark night, An Lan and his subordinates finally arrived above the Nidoran royal city.

Based on the feedback of power from the straight blade, Lynn gained a deeper understanding of the strength of these bone serpents.

Hearing the exchange between the two, Mu Xinyu gripped the roof tile tightly, her eyes filled with frost.

"In this way! The monster you just summoned has been pulverized!" the fanboy shouted aloud, looking extremely smug.

Nanny Li did not utter a single word of direct accusation against Old Madam Mu, yet every implication woven between her words pointed accusingly straight at her.

Even though every single one of them was an expert above level 30, and even though each possessed their own unique means of escape.

Just think about it, the militia accounted for a staggering three-tenths of the deployed troops—such a proportion was truly terrifying, sometimes sending a chill down Qi Shang's spine.

Madam Lei, who had been prostrated on the ground for quite a while, finally straightened her upper body. Darkness swam before her eyes, and her frame swayed involuntarily, appearing all the more delicate and pitiful.

"Which of your eyes saw me looking at him? Talk nonsense again and I'll pull your tongue out. Also, don't look at me either, or I'll gouge your eyes out as well."

Blades formed from wind-attribute magic surged away from the staff. The Barroth's scales, which had previously been virtually impenetrable, were now pierced through as effortlessly as a thin sheet of paper.

"Brother Lin Yu, just let me stay and help you—perhaps I can be of some use." Yet just as Lin Yu was about to teleport everyone else away, Yaoyao, standing by his side, suddenly spoke up. Her hopeful eyes twinkled like stars, and even Lin Yu almost failed to resist refusing.

Commerce enabled the Jews to accumulate vast wealth. Following the First World War and on the eve of the Second World War, the public psychology of European societies—battered by severe economic crises—became drastically unbalanced. Consequently, various European nations, particularly Germany, focused their hostile gaze upon the Jewish people.

Ye Canxue was no different; the suppressed fury burning in his heart had long since lacked an outlet. He now looked forward to passing the trial so as to deal a heavy blow to these arrogant Elves.

The innkeeper pointed at Ji Fa and hesitated, yet ultimately refrained from uttering his name.

Kuangtian and the others were originally about to follow, but seeing Feng Le suddenly turn back, they could not help being greatly startled. Could there be an ambush at this very moment?

"Mother Sun, go fetch my calling card and go straight to the Grand Tutor's residence to invite my in-law over. Let her see how her good daughter-in-law manages the household affairs!" The old matriarch stood up, refused to spare the eldest madam another glance, and swept her sleeves as she strode out.

However, none of them noticed that before taking flight, Ming Feng had slightly nodded toward Elder Pan Feng.

Upon arriving at the Emperor Hotel mentioned by Anna, Chen Yidao took her hand and walked inside. When the receptionist stated that a presidential suite cost one million US dollars per night, Chen Yidao did not even blink, swiping his card directly.

The Princess Consort cast a few extra glances at Princess Luoxia upon hearing this, finding her exceptionally sensible, and thus granted permission.

"You—!" Feeling the immense strength transmitted from the giant claws gripping his hand, the man's eyes were filled with sheer terror.

The car turned off the national highway, drove another hundred meters or so, and parked on the flat ground below the old estate. He Zudao saw that two identical Mercedes-Benz 600s were already parked in his private lot, their black paint gleaming and radiating an imposing aura; Jiang Shichu must have been there. The three police officers eagerly scrambled to lift the "Red Firmament Sword" and scrambled up toward the grand manor.