Volume 1, Chapter 152: The Stabbed Man

Jiang Ning did not want to go out for dinner.
She was extremely upset right now and feared she might fail to keep her composure, thereby ruining the atmosphere at the table.
Besides, her feet hurt, making it inconvenient for her to move around.
After just a few seconds of silence, Lu Cheng guessed what was on her mind.
While the two of them were in the car, painting a picture of a bright future, Yuan Tao and his companions back in City B were living lives that grew increasingly harrowing.
Smiling as he watched the werewolf suddenly leap away, Uncle Su knew that another unfamiliar soul resided within that body, yet the flush on his face at this moment and his every movement bore an uncanny resemblance to her Lance.
Mo Fan had not experienced the feeling of being utterly crushed in terms of sheer power for a long time, but today, he finally tasted it once more.
Liu Mei revealed a smile and spoke into the communicator, "Get ready, we are about to make our move." Then, as she passed by Irina, she patted her arm—this was the signal they had agreed upon.
Luo Jiaao stood proudly upright, one of his fists still smoking slightly as if it had just undergone intense friction.
Hearing this, Lin Beichen let out a cold laugh; since the item was already in his hands, there was naturally no reason for him to hand it over.
Watching the flush on Xia Yao's cheeks deepen, I wondered whether I should use spiritual energy to metabolize the alcohol. After all, when facing Xia Yao, I hoped to remain rational so as not to ruin her.
When Zhuang Yan woke up from his sleep, another busy day had begun. However, there was good news today: a batch of donated supplies and volunteers had arrived at the site. Many soldiers continued to erect tents and prefabricated houses, and numerous volunteer doctors had come to the medical station, instantly relieving Zhuang Yan and the others of their overwhelming workload.
Clinging tightly to the young gentleman in lavish robes, she watched a sedan chair touch down and a middle-aged man dressed in official attire step out.
What was supposed to be a leisurely pastoral life—how had she managed to turn it into this, earning silver right from the comfort of her home every day?
Even the Archdevils and greater demons at the very pinnacle of the demon race, when faced with the relentless challenges of lower-tier demons, differed only in the specific type of inferior demon by whose hand they would eventually fall.
Fugu-ryu hurried away, eager to return and digest the outcome of this meeting.
Following the birthday of Emperor Qianyuan, Song Wan'er had initially worried that the incidents from the banquet day might stir up trouble, but to her surprise, the following days remained extraordinarily quiet.
These mercenaries lived lives amidst a hail of bullets every single day; without a modicum of intelligence, they likely would have been wiped out countless times over. "Do not enter a dense forest" was a maxim that held true not only in Hua nation, but across the entire world.
Emperor Qianyuan sat inside the carriage, watching the bustling crowds of pedestrians at the city gates. Seated beside him was yet another person—none other than the reigning Grand Preceptor of the dynasty.
It is hard to say whether we can all retreat unscathed. If you are still hiding something from me, wouldn't that plunge me into grave danger?
"You're awake?" Baizhi wiped away her tears, looking at him in pleasant surprise as a faint blush appeared on her pale face.
A look of joyful surprise instantly bloomed on her face as she reached out her arms to embrace Li Weiting. The two of them conversed in Italian, leaving Lin Sese completely unable to understand a word.
"That is to say, perhaps one day, Chu Zheng and the Marquis of Zhennan will no longer be able to control those insect-men," Qin Qi nodded and said.
The color drained from Wen Ran's face bit by bit. Her hands beneath the blanket clenched tighter and tighter; she could not tell where the pain was originating from, only that her very internal organs were aching.
Indeed, the two of them had actually been encased in ice. The moment those two droplets touched them, almost in a single instant, their entire bodies froze solid, and the disdainful expressions on their faces had not even had time to fade.
At that moment, a violent gust of wind whipped up a flurry of yellow sand right into his face. He felt as though he had been tossed into the air, his vision blurred and breathing made difficult, while the stinging sand grains lashed against his face like needles.