Chapter 55 Dance Troupe

A slight tightness gripped his heart, and those words felt like chains binding him, leaving him unable to move. Yet, he merely pressed her head against his chest, resting his chin upon her crown, and remained silent.

Though Jiang Mugui spoke with feigned fearlessness, her actions betrayed a profound sense of insecurity as she held him tightly.

She remained awake for a long time, having no idea whether he had fallen asleep or not.

What should have been a night of romance was rendered so... by the heavy topic between them.

This only deepened Chu Yanwu's belief, yet the thought that even the imperial physicians in this palace had been bribed cast yet another layer of gloom over his face.

This level of confrontation shook multiple dimensions, its fluctuations extending directly into the realm of the gods, causing temporary turbulence among numerous divine waves.

Lu Anzhi glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of his computer screen. Today was only Tuesday. Barely two days had passed since the release of the previous electronic magazine.

Having won the right to attend class, Li Shenglong cast a triumphant look at Teacher Hu, leaving the latter boiling with anger.

As Shi Shanbao spoke, he retrieved the box containing the documents from the real estate broker following closely behind him.

The once-kind-hearted mother-in-law shed her benevolent facade, cursing her day and night for failing to bear children and threatening to cut off the Mo family's lineage while shifting the blame to the Lin family.

They embarked once again on the road to the capital. Luo Lan's original intention to gather news along the way about Ling Feng and his party's itinerary was vetoed by Leng Yu.

The Ivory Monarch was consumed by extreme fury, erasing Duwa over and over again, and even attempting to charge into the DC Universe to completely annihilate him. Yet the moment he made such an attempt, he was instantly targeted by several DC omnipotent deities. Terrifying onslaughts were already brewing, filling him with the overwhelming sensation of impending doom.

Zhong Huaijin had successfully developed the vaccine, and his status had risen accordingly. Alongside his team, he was now overseeing major vaccine research and development projects backed by national investments.

The three of them pondered for a moment, and feeling they had nothing further to add at present, turned their gazes toward Lin Ze.

"Fire!" Zong Tao and Ding Dayong shouted simultaneously. A hail of bullets was unleashed upon the Japanese soldiers, instantly dropping several of them. The Japanese scrambled to the ground in panic. Seizing the moment, Feng Hanmin threw a smoke grenade. Since it was already night, the thick smoke compounded the darkness, leaving the enemy completely disoriented.

After completely neutralizing the combat effectiveness of the guards on both sides of the man, Zhao Zuo-long stepped out of the bushes holding his gun.

Left alone, Jing Chuan and Qingcheng gazed into each other's eyes. The sweet, warm tide of happiness in their hearts seemed as though it would melt them entirely.

One must know that Xia Fan was already at the mid-stage of the Origin Realm, and as if he had eyes on the back of his head, even though his back was to the door, he had sensed Ma Xin'an the moment he entered. Anticipating a sneak attack from behind, he was just about to turn around and teach the fellow a harsh lesson when his body was suddenly shoved aside.

While Fan Zhi was still dazed, he was jolted back to reality by a nudge from Jing Chuan's elbow. Suddenly collapsing onto a stool, he covered his face and wept bitterly.

Seeing that the spread of soil was growing wider and wider, Ning Hao began to plan how to establish the corpse-bone louse breeding base.

Qin Xiao let out a hearty laugh and casually snapped off Luo Jun's right arm. Luo Jun had been unconscious and unresponsive, but now, jolted awake by the excruciating pain of his severed arm, he shrieked like a slaughtered pig.

She had no idea how many days she had been unconscious, but the very moment she opened her eyes, she caught sight of her second son, Rokura Hyougo.

Ding Dayong was overcome with panic. Struggling to turn his body around within the ventilation shaft, he kicked out hard, causing the wooden stakes to loosen slightly. Without time for hesitation, Ding Dayong thrust his legs out of the hole and forced his body forward with all his might. The wooden stakes shifted slightly to the side, yet the sharp tip of a stake still slashed his clothes, leaving his chest burning with a searing pain.

He spoke as if he were some elderly sage himself. Modern kids just loved putting on airs of maturity. Really, a child should act like a child instead of pretending to be an adult—and doing it so convincingly, at that! How were old fogies like them, whose thoughts lagged behind the trends, supposed to survive?

Unable to break through the mental defenses of the Isorians in the short time available, Bai He attempted to release some of these bizarre psychic signals. The resulting aftermath was an exploding cruise ship and a cluster of imprisoned, wailing souls. These signals were communication codes used to summon servants.