Chapter 58 Dong Tian's Request

Things here actually need not be bothered with; let them indulge in their merry-making. As for the obnoxious fellow, after resting for a moment, he quietly retrieved his torn clothes, hurriedly threw them on, slipped back to his dormitory, and began to reflect upon himself.

Of course, when Qin Huaiyi categorized them among Qin Shaojie's confidantes, they offered no rebuttal; on the contrary, this was precisely what they had hoped for.

"Come, come, spread your legs and let me take a look. Let me give you a massage, I guarantee it will feel wonderful!" Principal Guo's lewd laughter echoed from within the office.

"Brother Ye, are you homesick?" Zhang Yu walked to the stern of the boat carrying a jar of wine, seeing Brother Ye somewhat melancholically gazing into the distant firmament while drinking and chanting poetry. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She never expected that this martial arts wanderer, as dashing and romantic as Tang Yin, this stalwart and fierce iron-willed hero as imposing as Guan Yu, could possess such a tender, melancholy, and gentle side.

The sky gradually grew dark, and lanterns were hung outside the Qiuyan Palace. The tall phoenix trees rustled in the night wind, and leaves drifted down one by one, two by two, onto the ground.

Madam Feng? Long Chuxia was momentarily stunned. Although it seemed abrupt and out of nowhere, she understood what he meant—not a concubine, not even an empress, but a wife, his wife. A surge of hot tears welled up instantly. She recalled that night when he said that once everything was settled, they would be wed. Was he now proposing to her?

Clearly, it should have been the warm and pleasant days of late spring and early summer, yet goose-feather snowflakes suddenly drifted across the sky, and the climate turned biting and intensely cold.

"Mr. Xiao, please do not sell yourself short. Anyone whom Tang Ming invites to be a bodyguard is definitely no ordinary person. I sincerely hope Mr. Xiao can do us this favor. Should Mr. Xiao be willing to lend a hand, there will certainly be a generous reward," said Zhao Dongyang, his tone turning somewhat heavy as he gazed solemnly at Xiao Chen.

Li Bingbing asked, "How did you get to Shenyang? Do you have any relatives over there?" As soon as the talented scholar mentioned this, his smile vanished instantly.

That man handed the binoculars in his hand to Li Yifu. Li Yifu took the binoculars and immediately looked down through them. After looking for a little over a minute, Murong Shan then handed the binoculars to Zhang Lilong.

Yang Fan could no longer sense any trace of a soul's existence, nor were there any signs of life left.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, may we vanquish the haunting demons in one fell swoop and restore a peaceful and prosperous age to the world!" Yushizi reached out to stroke his goatee, a smile also appearing on his face.

"There's no need. Our family is doing quite well. The military gave us severance pay when I was discharged. Food and clothing are not a problem at all currently," Wang Peng said. In truth, he simply did not want to add to Xu Yang's burdens.

Until the cups were drained and the plates licked clean, the two of them still felt unsatisfied. Chen Ling felt he hadn't eaten enough, and Xiao Yingke felt it hadn't hit the spot.

However, as an expert, he could neither recommend taking it nor flatly deny its use; he had to be accountable for every single word he spoke.

An existence above the King rank, and very likely the only one in the entire world—what did this represent?

Caesar did not directly answer his question, but instead turned and left the tent. In truth, it was not that he had no way to save Lina, but rather that he did not wish to expose his trump cards over this matter.

Having gained an advantage, Gufeng naturally hastened to play the compliant one, reaching out to clasp her hand to show comfort and encouragement, while also signaling a shared stand against a common enemy.

Yet on this deep autumn rainy night, a sudden peal of thunder startled a few slumbering neighbors. After muttering a few grumbled complaints, they plunged back into a deep sleep.

As for other matters, such as forces and influence, Mount Qingcheng could not offer him much help either. Feng Jun truly could not think of anything Mount Qingcheng could produce that would make his heart skip a beat.

He was a disciple of the Puppet Sect, dispatched by the elders to protect Wang Tian. If Wang Tian were to die, who knew how the elders who favored Wang Tian might punish him.

"I suspect there is an entrance here. Everyone, seize the time to investigate and sneak in before anyone else discovers it," I voiced my suspicion. Without any further ado, everyone immediately began searching. Even Senior Ghost-Talismans joined in.

I remember seeing these two fighter jets on television when I was hospitalized—aren't these J-20s?

At the summit of this humanoid mountain, which was the position of the statue's head, there was a large cavern. This very cave was a spirit-groove that struck terror into the hearts of cultivators of the Senluo Path while simultaneously brimming with temptation.

The window frame was also made of metal, its red paint rendered somewhat blackened beneath a cover of dust. Compared to modern, pristine composite materials, it not only looked antiquated but also had exceptionally poor soundproofing and insulation properties.

Since ancient times, countless people have been trapped at this final step, unable to find the door to enter. The Soul-Devouring Heavenly Beetle Ancestor harbored this very worry as well.

A primordial spirit is, in reality, a form of invisible and intangible energy body—an energy body capable of carrying soul consciousness!

Ever since Tang Yun escaped from the concentration camp, Chen Hanyu's status within the research institute had plummeted drastically. Especially since the concentration camp's recent focus had shifted to the parasitic virus left behind by the parasites, which happened to be Tian Zhuxian's field of expertise.

I managed to raise my head slightly, attempting to take a look. However, amidst the utter darkness, my efforts yielded no results whatsoever. I could only vaguely discern a silhouette.

Ren Mengya stood by the window observing Li Zixiao, and only when she saw both him and Liang Yan get into a car and leave the hospital did she let go of the tension in her heart.

Dropping their motorcycle, they slowly closed in on her. Lin Xiaohua's tender skin and delicate facial features greatly aroused their interest.

Zhang Tie was taken away, and during that period Gu Yongfeng was like a headless fly, hitting walls everywhere and breaking out in blisters all over his mouth. With a massive ulcer on his lip, Gu Yongfeng finally realized that he had become detached from this world, lacking even a single friend who could genuinely help him.

Lu Ming stared at the cannibalistic bird still struggling on the ground. Clenching both hands into fists wreathed in blue light, he struck out toward the birds. The blue light washed over them, and in an instant, the cannibalistic birds dissolved into water, vanishing without a trace.

Yet sometimes illusions arise unexpectedly, confusing the perceptions within one's mind. Such illusions are extremely difficult to break, and there is a high probability of becoming trapped within them for a lifetime.

At this moment, in the eyes of the young White Whirlwind, this biggest gangster in all of Jiangcheng had truly grown old.

Earlier, he had been eager to go rescue her, constantly trying to restrain himself, but hearing this news once again, he could no longer endure it. He had originally planned to burn down this villa to create a diversion and draw attention away, but now he could wait no longer.

A day and a night later, they finally caught sight of a dense cluster of black-tiled, white-walled houses. The giant bird plunged downward, startling Xia Biyao so much she nearly jumped into the sea.

A beam of light struck Shen Jun, who curled up on the ground, shielding his eyes from the glare and slowly turning his head to look at the light. It emanated from snow piled like mountains, dazzling enough to temporarily blind anyone who looked upon it.