Chapter 52: Cracking the Skull Open

There were still fuzz hairs clinging to it, and the more she looked, the more nauseated she felt. Finally, Han Xiangxiang braced herself against the wall and retched with a loud gag.

Tao Qingbi understood Aunt An's words: good friends could be close, but if they grew too close over a long period, neither would feel comfortable, and the friendship would ultimately be affected.

Right now, her master's thoughts day and night were surely consumed by the fairy banished to the mortal realm by Fairy Ninghua. Although he tried his utmost to suppress his sorrow, she could easily perceive his hidden endurance.

"Because you personally inquire into everything, you naturally understand all of this," the heavenly official replied.

After fighting for nearly a hundred rounds, Saje and the Nine-Spirited Saint still showed no signs of fatigue. Even though their spiritual power and physical strength had been largely depleted, the two continued to trade blows, as if the Nine Heavens were not currently the site of a grand army clash, but merely a desperate duel between the two of them, with neither holding anything back.

Although Zheng Zhong's destination for this journey was the Shengtang Kingdom, he still had a few matters to attend to beforehand, and a trip to the Thunder Valley was among them.

Guan Yu reined his horse back, gazed at Qin Qi's corpse with a sigh, and waved his blade. The carriages moved forward once more as dusk began to fall.

Suddenly, another figure burst into his mind. Unlike Ran'er, this person always stubbornly glared with defiant eyes whenever she caused trouble. Those eyes, brilliant as stars, left him utterly defenseless and unable to utter a single word of reprimand. Powerfully closing his eyes, he gently concealed the helpless resignation in his phoenix-like eyes.

That night, lodging at the Golden Summit Guesthouse, I pondered why Mount Wudang was so miraculous.

A commotion arose below as celebrities from political and business circles searched for the two heavyweight figures mentioned by Gu Hua, speculating which political titan, business mogul, or underworld godfather it might be.

He opened his mouth, wanting to plead for his master, but closed it again. This was his master's own decision; he had neither the right nor the place to interfere.

After Wu Di flew back to his territory, the players, who had long since made preparations, began lining up their baskets.

Lawyer Liang was equally astonished. His astonishment stemmed from the fact that the various details Director Zheng had previously instructed him to use while negotiating contracts on behalf of the boss's wife seemed completely unnecessary now.

Wu Di collected both pieces of equipment right away. Naturally, the natives of the cyber world raised no objections whatsoever to Lord Wu Di taking the gear away.

Had such a tragic event not occurred, this child might have been carefree, happily pursuing the things she loved.

Lin Yi glanced around. Due to the nature of the news coverage, only a handful of police officers were on duty at the scene, allowing him to easily slip past the warning tape and sneak in. After surveying the surroundings, he stealthily drew out his mobile phone and began taking pictures.

When visiting Mrs. Keith on Tuesday, Erika had already insinuated that Commons was having a miserable time at the Kipling household, and incidentally explained the reason why Commons was sent back to Jima's home, diverting their attention toward the conflict between the two families.

People suspected whether the Wang family's invitation to the Intelligence Department for the banquet today, coupled with the Intelligence Department's sudden raid to wipe out the Brotherhood, served as a signal that the two factions were about to go to war.

Almost every single shop Elizabeth passed, she would run inside and buy out everything on her shopping list.

At that moment, her phone rang again. It was none other than Yu Ge... The sense of unease in my heart instantly peaked.

Between heaven and earth, a crimson glow surged across the sky, and countless feathers fluttered, swirling around a cauldron, vivid and bewitching to the point that one dared not look directly at it.

Often enough, they were smiling in front of the camera, while the bystanders watching from the sidelines wanted to cry. Their tear ducts stubbornly and willfully refused to be controlled.