Chapter 163 What Is a Mere Painting

"Who are you supposed to be? Our establishment is a high-end place, not somewhere for the likes of you."
Seeing that the young gentleman was dressed in tattered clothes, the waiter showed impatience and tried to drive him away.
"Customers are to be welcomed regardless of who they are. Your shop is bullying patrons because of its status," the young man in cyan robes said indignantly.
This drew the gazes of the onlookers, and everyone...

Chen Yangbi said, "There has been no movement from the Western Military Camp. In my opinion, we need to step up security at the West and North Gates." Shang Helai laughed heartily and said, "Old Chen, you've lost your mind too. If Zhu Zhenyuan wants to stab me in the back, I can only await my death. Even if all of us go to guard the West Gate, it might not hold." The crowd burst into raucous laughter.

Seeing that the scoundrel Shao Yitian had no intention of letting go, Tang Xiaoxuan kicked out at him in a fit of anger.
As her voice faded, the paparazzi heard a cracking sound. Lowering his gaze, he saw that the camera hanging around his neck had cracked, and a moment later, it shattered into pieces.

A-min gave a cold nod, while Hooge, much like Daisen, patted Zhou Quan on the shoulder with an expression that seemed to say he still knew how to be sensible, leaving Zhou Quan utterly speechless.

The numerous white specks of light were initially devouring to their heart's content, but when this counter-force rushed in, it directly engaged them in a fierce battle.

Not much? Every transaction earns a shipping fee, and once this business gets going, it will cater to people across the entire world. How could the shipping fee be low? Across this entire Fallen Wood Continent, if everyone contributes a single spirit stone, the accumulated amount will reach tens of billions. Do you dare say that's not much?

Wang Lizhi cast a coquettish yet reproachful glance at Hua Xin, then wrapped her arms alluringly around his neck with a sultry gaze and locked him in a passionate kiss.

However, in front of Shao Yitian, he was utterly incapable of escaping. Shao Yitian directly immobilized him with a wave, depriving his legs of movement, and stepped forward to grab him by the shoulder.

"Aunty, does this mean you don't oppose the matter between Qingyu and me?" Shao Yitian asked happily, looking at Hou Yuxin.

"Mother! The chieftain is being so hospitable, it wouldn't look good if we left right away. Besides, it's getting so late, and the soldiers are tired. Let's just rest here!" Ma Xianglin smoothed things over.

Seeming to be infected by Beidou's strong will, Ji Tian felt that he might have been a bit too pessimistic. Yet Ji Tian had experienced far more than Beidou; he had embarked on this path precisely because of the cruel reality, and now he was simply being frightened by reality once again.

It was always said that seeing is believing and hearing is doubting, but at this very moment, what the eyes saw and the ears heard might not even be true.

I stared blankly at the ground, my heart feeling as though it had been snagged by a sharp hook, tearing the flesh and blood apart.

Michael shrugged and continued to channel the Holy Nail. Wielding a true divine artifact was strenuous even for an angel like him, let-alone that the Holy Nail was a one-time-use artifact, requiring several times more energy than other divine artifacts. At this moment, Metatron disagreed; although he appreciated Beidou and the others, he was in no position to lend a hand.

"A temporary longevity talisman—are you a member of the God-Wielding Sect?" Monarch Tianbi spat out word by word, having no choice but to watch helplessly as Song Ting walked away with the three immortal swords.

"Uncle, I won't go. I'm going to the mountains to pick mushrooms later, and besides, I haven't fed the dog yet," Mu Qingshan said.

Zhenzi nimbly hopped down, pulled open the car door, and muttered, "She didn't beat me or scold me, she just has a bigger temper than me."

I pretended not to hear and ran for my life. After running for half a minute, I found myself still standing in the exact same spot; he had grabbed the shoulder strap of my long dress.

Yu Yao only felt her face burning fiercely where he had rubbed against it, thinking, how can a man's hands be this hot?

Without an academic degree to back one up, no matter how proficient one is in this field, one is merely regarded as a wild, unrecognized amateur.