A large hand clamped around her waist, pulling her back with a sudden yank.

Clearly, at this point, either turning off the computer or hiding it was somewhat too late.

Outside, Jiang Qin's pace remained steady. Upon opening the door, she walked straight toward her workstation.

Yet, it was blatantly obvious that her office computer had been removed!

On the mahogany desk, the spot where her computer used to sit was completely empty.

I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on my cousin's mattress. It was soft and very comfortable, carrying a faint, pleasant fragrance. My cousin turned her head to look at me and said, "Why are you sitting so far away? Come closer and sit next to me."

My cousin managed a weak smile and said to me, "Alright, I'm fine now, you should head back."

Roaring with fury, he struggled desperately, but his entire body felt as though it were bound by thick, heavy chains; he simply could not break free, and could only watch helplessly as that palm crushed down, landing heavily upon his chest.

Seeing this, Black Two, who had previously been sent flying and severely injured, could not afford to dwell on grief and attempted to flee. However, a streak of purple light flashed past, and Black Two met the exact same fate as Black Elder.

Before I could even utter a word of thanks, Zhang Xinting chimed in, "Alright, you two stop being all mushy here. I need to do my cleaning duty, so both of you get out." With that, she picked up a broom and began sweeping with her head lowered. She kept her back to me the entire time. For some reason, watching her bent over as she swept made her look so lonely, desolate, and deeply endearing.

The power of the Metal attribute permeated the heaven and earth. At this moment, Zhantian appeared right in front of Tang Yi, looking just like an ancient God of War descending from the heavens. With an overwhelmingly tyrannical punch, he shattered the invisible barrier in front of Tang Yi, and his fist continued to drive relentlessly toward him without the slightest obstruction.

With a loud bang, the wine bottle shattered into pieces, and the red wine inside spilled everywhere. Old Wolf's head was cracked wide open by that direct blow, and blood, mixed with red wine, streamed down from his head.

"Oh? Trying to look for a way out without even answering this young master's question? You really don't take us seriously, do you?" Several frivolous voices jeered as they surrounded Lin Yi.

However, what exactly was hidden within that white light? Gongye Haomiao concentrated his gaze, straining his eyes until they ached and burned, yet he still could not pierce through the phenomena within the white light. He pondered that since it could emit such an intense chill, it must surely be related to Ji Xuan in some way.

In truth, why did Zihui help Tu Lingzi kill the Old Urchin? First, it allowed him to gain Tu Lingzi's trust and make him lower his guard; second, it gave him the chance to slay a leader of the Demonic Path. Since Zihui was a member of the Demon-Slaying Alliance, killing someone from the Demonic Sect was entirely natural.

Countless pitch-black baleful qi arrows rained down toward the ghost-monsters below, filling the sky like a dense swarm of black arrows springing from a fountain.

Yet, intertwined with the footsteps, there were also crisp, rhythmic sounds that made people frown in deep puzzlement.

He thought of something and suddenly smiled. "Perhaps I never truly loved you at all." After much deliberation, he felt the word "resentment" suited him best, because the one who had proposed the breakup back then was Su Yiyan, and he simply couldn't swallow that grievance, which led him to do many things that, looking back now, he considered utterly absurd.

On the other hand, Man Changjiang was somewhat surprised to learn that Chu Tianjiao was a practitioner in the second major realm. However, having interacted with many high-ranking figures, his surprise was fleeting and he didn't take it to heart.

Seeing Su Yu's reaction, Chu Tianjiao shook his head; this fellow's mental fortitude truly had not improved at all.

"I'd like to see how many questions you intend to ask just to slander me," Chu Qiuhan sneered derisively.

Back then, when Guan Huadie first met Qiong Youdao, she had unceremoniously seized his bed, driving Qiong Youdao to sleep on the floor, and the two of them had shared the same room from the very beginning. At that time, Guan Huadie's cultivation had not been sealed—with her four-manifestation sanctification realm, she wouldn't have feared even a newly mortal-shedding saint lying right beside her.